Acceptance
"Hmph. He just took one bite and claimed that it wasn't a Mooncake? Tell him to taste it again, and we'll see what he has to say then! Something tells me he'll need to taste quite a few cakes-if you bring me 30 Evaluation Forms from him, I'll grant you a very special title!"
Intermediate
"Why am I not surprised? He obviously still hasn't tasted enough!" Gutu smirks.
"Wait until you get 30 Evaluation Forms from him, and then we'll talk. I can't give you the title quite yet..."
End
"What!? That's ridiculous! He still claims they're not mooncakes!?" Gutu finds the whole thing hard to believe.
"No freaking way! I followed that recipe to a T!!" Gutu starts to read the recipe again.
"...!" Gutu's face goes white with surprise.
"What's going on?!" You feel trepidation curl around your bones.
"Err... huh? Did you say something? I'm so... sleepy... zzz" Gutu falls asleep. Only not really. You can tell he's pretending.
"How lame! Gimme that!" You grab the recipe and start reading it.
The six words that appear at the beginning of the recipe make you lose all faith in society. "How to make a killer dorayaki."