[ Instinctively, he leans over to catch her whisper and... What did he even expect? Sure, he knows people who eat live octopus in Korea, but it's dumped in a sauce before devoured.

Brow furrowing, he looks down at her... She isn't wrong, though. When he chomped onto his octopus like how he was taught in the First Murim, it was. Eh. He's already skinning and slicing it into pieces, but leaving the tentacles for later. ]

The way they prepared it wasn't good, either. [ Let him add onto it. ] It's awful.

[ It was his mistake to even try a single bite today... He heaves a deep breath. The chefs are simmering, close to their boiling point despite the chill. ]

This is why I don't eat what other people make.

[ Never again. Taking the small octopus from her, he starts skinning that one, too. ]