Whether the food was fresh or not, no one seemed to have any complaints. They all ate enthusiastically.

After recalling how they reacted, Felix grew even more curious about what was going on in the kitchen.

"Lindsay, don't you think lunch was way better than breakfast?" he casually asked while eating.

"Yeah, totally! Breakfast was barely edible," Lindsay replied without hesitation.

Felix was stunned to hear that. He had assumed that the other guests were under some kind of influence, making them oblivious to the differences. However, Lindsay's answer meant she was fully aware of the change.

"Then why didn't you say anything?" he asked.

She lowered her voice. "You don't know this, but the chef is terrifying. Last time, someone complained about the food, and he came rushing out of the kitchen with two cleavers. He screamed at everyone. People were so scared they started crying. After that, no one dared to say a word."

A chef wielding two knives, scaring a crowd into silence, even