Entering the restaurant boasting Taiwanese style street foods, April winced. Her nose hadn't recovered from the cheeseburger, but something inside was giving the limburger a run for its money.
Napoleon escorted April to the table while he chatting.
"One of our Hong Kong agents told me about this place and said they make the best stinky tofu outside of Taipei."
April and Mark both managed tight smiles, but Illya looked openly intrigued.
"I think I will try it fried - I would also like a bowl of the house soup featuring it."
Napoleon already knew this attempt was a bust.
