[It should be obvious from the shape of the wrapped present left on Zhao's doorstep that it's a large book of some sort. A "southern cookbook," to be exact - something like this but somehow even more obnoxiously branded. The recipes, at least, are all exactly what you'd expect. A barely legible handwritten note has been tucked inside the front cover.]
Was hoping I could share some of my favorite dishes with a talented cook. --Clayton
[This was completely unnecessary and yet the smile on Zhao's face was pretty wide whenever the gangster opened the present and peered at the title of the book. Well, at least it made it simple for Zhao to come up with a return favor. He would have to attempt to make some of these recipes and obviously Clayton would need to be present to test taste his work.
That would come later. For now he enjoyed looking through the foreign recipes and deciding which to try to cook first once he got back in the kitchen. Thanks, Clayton. He'll owe you one until he can return the thoughtful gesture.]
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Was hoping I could share some of my favorite dishes with a talented cook.
--Clayton
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That would come later. For now he enjoyed looking through the foreign recipes and deciding which to try to cook first once he got back in the kitchen. Thanks, Clayton. He'll owe you one until he can return the thoughtful gesture.]