Even Harvey York, who had seen the world’s best dishes, could not help but be impressed.

“This is good cooking.”

Marcel York raised his head to look at Harvey with a warm smile.

“These are just some simple home-cooked meals. It’s good that you don’t dislike it.”

Harvey’s pupils shrunk after hearing those words before glancing back at the stir-fried radishes.

The size of every piece of radish was perfectly uniform. Even the color of the radishes looked all the same. The seemingly simple plating had quite the spontaneous feeling to it as well.

This was quite the display of skill indeed!

Surely, Marcel has been honing his skills with steel blades for at least dozens of years…

He did not intentionally reveal anything, but Harvey knew he was a God of War, judging from the food in front of him.

Marcel was also not just some phony God of War. He was legitimately powerful.

Right when Harvey was admiring Marcel’s strength, he squinted while showing a faint smile.

“Sir York, not only