A Stay-At-Home Dad's Restaurent In An Alternate World

by Stayrr

There is a very strange restaurant in the City of Sin. Elves and dwarves must share a table, orcs are strangely well behaved, dragons are only welcomed on the small square in front of the restaurant, and the demons must bring their own stool. This strange restaurant with their strange rules continuous to attract a long line of customers. “This place serves the best food! The chef

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Chapter 42: The Sound From The Big Egg

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When Mag and Amy walked past that magic potion shop again, the lean old man in his black robe was bathing his two birds with a watering pot.

Hearing footsteps, Urien lifted his eyes and took a glance at Mag, and then at Amy. Suddenly, a little green flame appeared in his deep eyes.

Mag turned sideways to hide Amy and nodded at Urien with a smile. Then, he took Amy's hand and walked towards his restaurant.

"Father, why didn't we say hello to Black Coal, Green Pea, and that old magic caster?" Amy looked up at Mag and asked a question curiously after they walked off.

"We've burnt down his birdcage yesterday, so it would be a little awkward if he asked about it. Besides, I've already said hello," Mag answered with a smile. Although the bird had it coming last day, it was still a little embarrassing; after all, they were still neighbors.

The way Urien looked at Amy had made Mag a little vigilant; he had seen greed in his eyes.

If he were still that formidable knight, his sword might have already been at his throat, and he would have asked, "What are you looking at?"

However, he was not nearly as strong now. If he had done that, he might get a watering pot thrown at his head, and then probably a fireball.

Mag decided to keep a wary eye on him before finding out his true intentions. I can't let Amy go out alone.

"System, how much for the strength?" Mag asked in his mind suddenly.

"System will warn you seriously: strength is not for sale! Accomplish your missions and you may get chances to improve your strength!" the system stressed solemnly.

"1,000 gold coins."

"It's not for sale!"

"5,000."

"You don't have the right to buy strength."

"10,000 gold coins." Mag raised his offer again.

The system was silent for a while. Then a few fireworks cracked in his head suddenly and turned into a line of colorful words: "Permission granted! Strength0.5, status: available; price: 10,000 gold coins."

"Holy moley! That is one million copper coins! You're so greedy! I have to sell 3,000 plates of Yangzhou fried rice to earn that money," Mag said in his mind. Then he smiled. "I don't have enough money right now; can I buy it on credit? Hahaha…"

An ellipsis went across Mag's head. "Serious warning: every transaction will be made with cash. No credit allowed!" the system said grimly.

Mag felt rather good after teasing the system. He calculated that he needed about a month to sell 3,000 plates of Yangzhou fried rice. He couldn't make 10,000 gold coins in a short time.

Yet the new dish was about to come out soon. La zhi roujiamo should be much easier to make than Yangzhou fried rice. He could stew the meat in advance and make a lot of bread at a time. Maybe he could make money more efficiently.

Mag wanted to improve his strength very badly. He wanted to have the strength to protect Amy and to lift her up.

His body could allow him to hold Amy in his arms, but he couldn't lift her up, so first and foremost, he had to become a normal person.

Mag poured Amy a glass of water when they got back. It was already 11 am. He wanted to make their lunch.

"Father, come here! I think the ugly duckling is about to hatch out!" said Amy excitedly from behind the counter.

"Already?" Mag walked over to her, a little surprised.

Amy was squatting on the ground. She looked up at Mag, put a finger on her lips, and said in a low voice, "Shh, Father, keep it down and don't scare it. I heard some sound just now. It will hatch out soon."

"Really?" Mag was a little dubious. Are eggs supposed to hatch at this time of the year?

Amy nodded solemnly. "Yes. Listen."

Mag came up to her softly and crouched down. He listened carefully, but he didn't hear anything in a long while.

He wondered if Amy had misheard; after all, she was very expectant. When he was about to rise, suddenly he heard a rustle. He stopped moving immediately. The sound was like a cat clawing at the wall; when he listened close, it was like a hard beak rubbing against the shell. It sounded three times and then stopped.

"Did you hear that, Father? Is the ugly duckling about to hatch out?" Amy asked Mag, expectant and delighted.

Mag nodded. "Yes. Maybe in a day or two." Mag was a little surprised at its short hatching time. He didn't know what would come out of that shell. He stroke Amy's head and rose to his feet. "I'll make lunch for us now. You stay here and watch the egg."

"Okay," Amy answered. She covered the egg with the blanket again and watched it quietly.

Mag and Amy had their lunch, washed the dishes, and opened the restaurant. As always, Mobai came first, and then Habeng, Haga, and Conti arrived. There were other customers who had come several times too. They all smiled and addressed him as Mag.

When they wrapped up in the night, Amy told Mag they had sold 90 plates of Yangzhou fried rice. It was probably as many plates as he could make in one day.

On account of its good reputation, the restaurant had a few regular customers now. To be sure, only a few could afford to eat two plates three times a day as the likes of Mobai did, but many could afford to eat once every one or two days.

Before she went to wash up, Amy crouched down beside the blanket-covered egg, and said seriously, "Ugly duckling, sleep tight and come out tomorrow, or I'll burn you with my fireball." Then she went upstairs.

Mag smiled as he wiped the tables. If that little creature in the egg could understand, it would shudder with fear right now.

After he cleaned up the restaurant, Mag went upstairs and found that Amy was already asleep. He tucked her in. Then he took a bath, changed into his sleepwear, and lay in bed.

Mag closed his eyes and opened that experience bag for la zhi roujiamo with ease. In no time, he digested the knowledge of making la zhi roujiamo traditionally. Now he had learned everything by heart—from the processing of ingredients to the cooking steps. It was all etched into his mind. All that was left was practical experience.

Mag lay in his bed for a while, then opened his eyes suddenly and asked, "System, aren't you supposed to give me a new mission now?"

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Chapter 43: La Zhi Roujiamo

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"What mission?" the system asked, seemingly wondering.

"I'm going to enter the test field now; aren't you supposed to give me a mission to, like, master the la zhi roujiamo in one night and then give me a reward?" Mag asked, wondering.

"System has no missions for you right now. You may do as you please," the system answered calmly.

"I don't want to learn without a reward," Mag said indifferently.

"The test field will disappear in 24 hours after the experience bag is opened. Do what you like," the system said in an indifferent voice too.

Mag raised an eyebrow. Whoa, is this the same system I know? It talked back to me. This is its little revolt?

Mag didn't want to waste his breath talking to the system. He took a look at the 24-hour timer on the door of the test field and opened the door with his mind. His whole spirit was sucked into a little man like the last time. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in that enclosed kitchen.

Mag took a look around. In the corner of the cooking bench stood a round oven, its outer casing made from silver stainless steel—an electric oven. It was somewhat like a traditional wood oven, only more convenient.

Mag walked over to the oven, took off the lid, and looked inside. Then he nodded contentedly. "This oven could allow me to make at least 15 bai ji bread loaves [1. Bai ji bread is a kind of bread.] at one time. I can indeed cook this much faster than Yangzhou fried rice."

Beside the oven was a spice box. Inside the box, Mag found bay leaves, Chinese cinnamon, star anises… all the spices needed to stew the meat.

A few bags of flour were lying in the kitchen cupboard, and there was a half drawer of streaky pork and a small pile of pork ribs in the fridge.

"Well, now it's time to show off my true cooking skills." Mag washed his hands first and took a large piece of streaky pork from the fridge. After washing it, he cut it into chunks that were 15 centimeters long and 10 centimeters wide. Then he put them into a large jar and added different spices.

Normally, the meat should be stored for at least a day, but it was ready after only five minutes in this test field. Mag put the meat in the pot and added spices and seasonings. He heated the water to a boil quickly over high heat and skimmed the scum off the stew; then, he turned the burner down to low heat to cook it. After two hours, it was done.

As the stew was simmering, Mag started his journey with flour for the first time.

After practicing thousands of times when learning the Yangzhou fried rice, Mag's cutting skills made him capable of dealing with almost all the work in the kitchen. However, kneading dough was another matter entirely; it called for strength, as well as skills.

Although the system would help him recover his strength every hour, kneading dough was quite an effort. He had to rest for a while every fifteen minutes or so. His weak body was really cramping his style; it took him more than an hour to get the dough thoroughly kneaded.

When the dough was ready, he let it rest for half an hour. Then, he tore it into small balls. He took a ball of dough, stretched it long and thin, rubbed some sesame oil on its top, and sprinkled some pepper salt on it. Then he rolled it up, pressed it flat with his hand, and made it round with a rolling pin. By now, the bread was ready to be baked.

Mag turned on the oven, preheated it, and put the bread on the hot cooking surface to harden it. Then, he moved it to the side of the oven and let it stand vertical till it was ready. He made 16 bai ji bread loaves on his first try.

When the bread loaves were ready, Mag took one from the oven. Since it was his first time, the bread was not very well-shaped, and it had some cracks. He hadn't been very successful.

The stewed meat was almost ready too. As he opened the lid, the pleasant aroma tickled his nose. The light brown meat looked good; some fell apart, though. There was still room for improvement.

He remembered when he had roujiamo in Xi'an 1 in his previous life—he had written down some comments and requirements in his microblog afterwards; now he had to act on his own requirements. His face became a little sour.

You reaped what you sowed.

He didn't know how long it would take him to make a roujiamo that good.

Then Mag started his tedious mission of making la zhi roujiamo again and again. He stayed very calm, though, since it was not the first time he was going through this. He didn't feel uneasy staying for a long time in this enclosed kitchen.

He didn't know how many batches he had made. On the 30th day, Mag skillfully took a bai ji bread from the oven and sliced it open gently with a thin knife. Then, he took a chunk of meat from the pot, chopped it finely on the cutting board, and stuffed it all in the bread. Finally, he added some gravy to it. A steaming la zhi roujiamo was now ready.

"System, what about this one?" Mag asked, full of anticipation.

"According to your comments and requirements before,

"1. The meat has to be tasteful; the lean part should be soft and chewy, while the fat shouldn't be too oily—achieved.

"2. The bread has to be white; the outside should be crispy, while the inside soft and spongy; near the edge, on the top and bottom, it should have a round strip which is golden brown, and the middle part should be golden brown too and shaped like a chrysanthemum—achieved.

"3. The meat should be delicious, while the bread crispy and soft; it should release juice as one chews on it—achieved.

"Congratulations! You have met all the three requirements and mastered the skills of making la zhi roujiamo. Now you have gained the right to buy the ingredients needed for la zhi roujiamo and to use the relevant kitchenware," the system said.

"Perfect!" Mag took a bite of the roujiamo in his hand. The crispy bai ji bread had become a little softer after the gravy seeped into it. As he bit into the agreeably fat meat, delicious juice came out. It tasted so good that he closed his eyes in spite of himself. It was most satisfying.

No sooner had he swallowed than he opened his eyes and found himself on his bed again. He moved his mouth and tasted nothing.

He didn't want to sleep anymore as he thought about the delicious juicy meat that had tickled his taste buds. Gently, he turned on his bedside lamp and looked at the time. It was 12 am.

He had only spent 30 days in the test field, and most of the time was taken up by making bai ji bread. It was only two hours in real life.

Mag got out of his bed, changed into his chef's suit, and put on his shoes. Then he turned off the light quietly and went to the kitchen downstairs. As he had expected, there was an oven in the corner of the cooking bench; beside the oven were different spices and seasonings. The fridge which had been stuffed with the ingredients for the Yangzhou fried rice now had a separate section for storing streaky pork, just like in the test field.

Mag put on the apron, took two pieces of streaky pork from the fridge, and cut them into chunks after rinsing them. Then he put them into a large jar and added various spices and seasonings.

He had to marinate his meat for a long while this time since he wasn't in the test field anymore. One night might not be long enough, but it should still be flavorful in the morning. He could make Amy an authentic la zhi roujiamo for breakfast.

Mag's face lit up as he pictured Amy eating roujiamo with her hands happily.

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Chapter 44: Or I'll Roast You Right Now

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Mag heard the egg rustle again when going upstairs. He looked over at it and smiled, wondering if it had been scared by Amy's words.

He went to sleep and was woken up by the clock under his pillow at 5 am. He quickly turned it off; then, he changed into his clothes quietly. He washed up and went into the kitchen to stew the meat.

The meat had to be cooked for two hours, which was why he had to wake up so early. Besides, Mag's skills in kneading dough might have improved, but it would still take him quite some time to knead two large chunks of dough thoroughly.

He had practiced a lot of times in the test field and made a la zhi roujiamo so perfect that even he, who had been very picky in his previous life, found it very satisfying. Mag was very serious.

The streaky pork was not quite ready after a night, but he would only let his regulars like Mobai try it in the morning, as well as Amy and himself.

He wouldn't add it to his menu until everything was perfectly ready.

Keeping the taste of dishes unchanged was one of Michelin restaurants' basic rules, and now it had become one of Mag's rules.

He had to charge them, of course. He let them try the new dish first because it was one of the terms they had agreed upon when crowdfunding.

Mag's face became serious when he put on his apron. He put the meat into the pot and strictly followed the best steps and time frame he had learned. After he added the spices and seasonings and turned down the burner, he started kneading dough.

Kneading dough was truly a grueling task. Luckily for Mag, in the test field, he had worked out a way to knead dough faster and easier. Still, it took him an hour to knead two chunks of dough thoroughly, during which time he had to rest two times.

Mag made the dough into bread, put it to the side, and didn't rush to bake. He took a look at the time—it was already five past seven.

The meat still needed another 15 minutes before it was ready, and Amy was not up as she normally would, so Mag washed his hands, took off his apron, and went upstairs.

Mag walked into the bedroom. Amy's eyes were closed, seemingly asleep.

Yet her slightly moving eyelashes and her barely suppressed smile said otherwise.

"Well, it seems there is a little fairy who is still sleeping. How to wake her up?" Mag said by the bedside, holding back a chuckle. He feigned being a little troubled.

Amy opened her eyes slightly, took a quick peek at Mag, and closed them fast. Then, she slowly turned her head to one side. "The little fairy said Father's kiss will wake her up."

Mag pretended to be enlightened suddenly. "I see. Then let's wake her up." He walked up to Amy, stooped down, and kissed her cheek.

Amy opened her eyes immediately. "The little fairy has woken up!" She threw her arms around Mag's neck and stood up, giggling. Then she looked at him, delighted and full of anticipation. "Father, is the bread which is one hundred times better than pancakes ready?"

Mag nodded, smiling. "Almost, but it tastes best fresh out of the oven. It will be ready after you change into your clothes and wash up." He felt really happy. Then, he took a look at Amy's black dress, and said in his head, "System, I want to buy a purple dress. Make it cute. I'll pay with cash."

The system didn't say a word this time, and hundreds of little dresses, whose prices ranged from one gold coin to 500 gold coins, appeared in Mag's head.

"I'll take the one that is priced at 10 gold coins." Mag took a glance at the dress inlaid with many amethysts, which was sold at 500 gold coins, and didn't quite appreciate its style, so he bought the one with a golden and red Chinese redbud embroidered on the front; and there was a layer of tulle over the purple dress.

Amy's face lit up, and she nodded quickly. "Okay. Amy will get dressed then."

After the system said the dress was ready, Mag walked to the wardrobe and then turned around with a smile. "I have a new dress for you. See if you like it," he said.

"Really?" Amy's little face was full of expectation.

Mag opened the wardrobe and took out the little dress inside. Then he walked back to the bedside and held the dress in front of himself. "Do you like it?"

Amy looked at the little dress, her eyes filled with pleasant surprise. "It's so beautiful, and it's purple. I love it!" She jumped on the bed delightedly. Then she stood on tips of her toes and kissed Mag on the cheek. "Father, Amy loves you."

"I love you too. Come on, let's try it on." Mag was very happy as well. He helped Amy put on the new dress.

The top had some beautiful patterns, the Chinese redbud was a real eye-popper, and there was a layer of purple tulle over the pleated skirt.

Amy spun on the bed and lowered her head to look at the tulle dancing with her, full of surprise. She played with it for a while.

Mag looked at his Amy, who now looked like an angel in the little dress, and smiled. "Put on your shoes and go wash up. Father will make bread for you," he said as he stroked Amy's head.

Amy nodded meekly. "Okay." She climbed down the little stairs, put on her white shoes, and went to wash up.

Mag took a peek at Amy, who was squeezing out toothpaste herself, and thought that she didn't need his help washing up anymore. Then he went downstairs.

By then, the meat was just ready. Mag turned off the burner and started to put the bread in the preheated oven. He thought about it and put 16 bread loaves inside at intervals. The oven was full.

After a while, Amy finished washing up and went downstairs. She stuck her head in through the kitchen door and looked inside. She had smelled the strong, appetizing aroma of the stewed meat. She took a deep sniff and asked, "It smells so good. Father, what is it? Its smell is very different from the smell of rainbow fried rice."

Mag turned around and smiled. "Take a seat and you'll see in a little while," he answered, keeping her in suspense.

Amy nodded. "I'll go check the ugly duckling." She walked to the counter and crouched down beside the egg. She leaned close and listened for a while. "Wake up now, ugly duckling. Come out today, or I'll roast you right now."

Suddenly, the once quiet egg rustled, seeming to be a little uneasy.

Amy nodded. "That's the spirit! Go and smash it!"

The rustle became faster as if it were trying its best to avoid being roasted alive.

Mag shook his head as he smiled in the kitchen. My little girl is very cute, but I feel sorry for the little creature in the egg.

He sliced open a loaf of bai ji bread, took a chunk of meat from the pot, chopped it into small pieces, and stuffed them all into the bread. Then he added some gravy into it. An authentic la zhi roujiamo was now ready.

Mag walked out of the kitchen with a roujiamo in one hand and a plate in the other. "Amy, the bread which is one hundred times better than pancakes is ready. Come here and try this la zhi roujiamo."

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Chapter 45: Amy Wants One More

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"Coming." Amy stood up immediately and walked up to Mag. She climbed onto a chair and stared at the steaming roujiamo in Mag's hand. She thought she saw something in the white bread. The pleasant aroma made her swallow some saliva in spite of herself. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the bread.

Mag put the plate in front of her first, and then he placed the roujiamo open side up and handed it to her. "Be careful. It's hot. Eat this side first; there is some gravy inside," Mag said as he smiled.

Amy nodded. "Okay." She grabbed two edges with both hands and her attention was totally captured by it. Her eyes brightened as she saw the beautiful little circles of burn marks on the white surface. "It's beautiful."

The bread was stuffed with stewed meat. The pleasant aroma that Amy had smelled was coming from the meat, and it made her hungrier. She brought the roujiamo to her mouth and took a bite.

"Crack …"

The crispy surface made a soft sound. All of a sudden, Amy's eyes lit up as she bit into the crunchy bai ji bread and tasty meat.

This white bread is so soft and easy to chew—unlike the pancakes, which always make my teeth hurt—and it's so sweet and tastes a lot better than the pancakes,Amy thought.

And the best part is the meat, which releases tasty juice as I chew on it. The sweet bread is made better by it. It's very delicious.

"Do you like it?" Mag asked expectantly.

Amy nodded vigorously. "Yes, it's very good. It's a hundred times better than pancakes. No, a thousand times better; no, ten thousand times better than pancakes." She took another large bite and chewed merrily, her face full of happy smile.

Mag nodded. "That's great. There're more." He smiled and felt pride as he looked at Amy holding the roujiamo in her hands like a little squirrel, chewing happily and making soft little sounds all the while.

He had spent thirty days in the test field without any sleep or rest, he had had to marinate the pork in the middle of the night, and he had woken up at five to make roujiamo. Nonetheless, it was all worth it.

Because he wanted to protect that smile.

Mag watched Amy eat more than half, and then he went into the kitchen, took out a loaf of bread, and made a roujiamo for himself. He took a bite. The sweet, soft bai ji bread and the juicy meat mixed in his mouth. The meat was streaky pork, but it was not oily at all.

The delicious gravy and the taste of the sweet bai ji bread tickled Mag's taste buds incessantly. He felt so good to stuff his mouth with meat, and the aftertaste of the meat remained in his mouth after he swallowed.

Mag's eyes brightened. Perfect! As expected of me! It is my requirements that have led to this authentic la zhi roujiamo! He took another huge bite. This gourmet food was so different from Yangzhou fried rice, whose ingredients were chopped very finely. He really needed this for a change.

"Father, Amy wants one more," Amy said as she opened her hands after she finished her roujiamo, her face excited and anticipating.

Mag nodded with a smile. "All right. I'll make you another one." Then he put the half roujiamo in his hand to the side. As he made the second roujiamo for Amy, he asked in his mind, "System, what's the cost of ingredients for one roujiamo? And, can you make me some small kraft paper bags so that customers may take their roujiamos out when necessary? It would be very convenient. Add the name of the restaurant onto the bags and use Amy's picture as our trademark; her back will be fine. And don't worry. I'll pay."

"This meat is five-layered streaky pork with skin from under the ribs of the shadow boar, which only exist in forest trolls' land…" The system started to roll out the origins of those ingredients. It even tried to tell Mag where the salt came from.

Mag interrupted. "Stop. I don't want to hear it. I know these are all good stuff. You just want to sell them at a higher price. Just give me a number." He had to open his restaurant in a moment, and didn't have time to listen to the system's lengthy spiel.

"…" An ellipsis went across Mag's head. After a while, the system said, "The cost of one roujiamo is 80 copper coins. If you want a large quantity of customized bags, I'll charge you 10 copper coins for a high-quality bag."

Mag's mouth curled downwards. "10? You must be joking. I'll give you five." The ingredients were worth the money, or worth more, but he wouldn't pay 10 copper coins for a bag.

"What about eight?" the system asked tentatively.

"Four," Mag replied calmly.

"Okay, five! Deal!" the system said quickly this time. Then, it continued, "Bags are being made right now and will be ready in five minutes."

"Right." Mag raised an eyebrow. I may not be a great haggler, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to haggle. The ingredients of one roujiamo cost 85 copper coins, so maybe I'll sell it at 300 each. It's more acceptable than the Yangzhou fried rice.

Naturally, he made a round number not to inconvenience Amy.

One roujiamo could earn him 215 copper coins, and he could make 16 loaves of bread at a time, so that came to a total of 3,440 copper coins. He was able to make at least 64 bread loaves out of those two large chunks of dough he had just kneaded. Even if he could only sell 64 roujiamos in the morning, he would earn 13,760 copper coins. That was a much faster way to make money than the Yangzhou fried rice.

Mag handed the roujiamo he had just made to Amy who, was waiting longingly. Then he went back into the kitchen, switched around the bread in the oven, and regulated the temperature. It was almost half past seven, so these bread loaves would not go to waste, since his restaurant would open in a little while.

Now he only needed to wait for his bags and check their quality.

Outside, Luna was staring at the restaurant, wondering. She was wearing a light gray linen-cotton dress and a white silky scarf, on which a golden lily flower was embroidered, covering her shoulders. She had long straight black hair. All this made her look intelligent as well as beautiful.

Maybe I've remembered wrong? Doesn't Amy live here? Luna looked around and got a little confused. This was the last house on the Aden Square, and she still remembered the signboard hanging outside the forge.

However, as far as she could remember, here should stand a rickety two-storied wooden house like the one she had seen when she'd last walked Amy home six or seven days ago. Instead, before her eyes was a grand restaurant, with a wall of crystal glass, perfectly aligned tables and chairs, and crystal chandeliers. When did such a fancy restaurant open in Chaos City? she wondered.

"Mamy Restaurant… Could it be…?" Luna muttered. Then her eyes brightened, and she walked towards the restaurant immediately.

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Chapter 46: This Is My Father

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"The first batch of bags is ready. You will be charged automatically whenever you use them," the system said.

Then, an iron box appeared beside the oven. It was 15 centimeters long, 15 centimeters wide, and 20 centimeters deep. In it was a neat pile of brownish yellow kraft bags. Mag picked one up. It was coarse and had the words "La Zhi Roujiamo" in the middle of its front.

He turned it over and saw two golden words "Mamy Restaurant" in an arc, below which was the back of a little girl sketched in black.

The drawing was not very detailed, but one could tell at a glance that it was Amy, because the little girl was in a little dress with her short legs and cute pointy ears.

Mag nodded contentedly. "System, the little ears are really not bad." He turned his head and took a look at Amy who was eating happily at her table.

He wanted to tell her that her pointy ears would not bring shame on her, but envy and admiration.

The lovely back on the bag was just a start. He would fight the unreasonable prejudice with the power of the chowhounds in this world; he wanted to give half-elves hope because they had done nothing wrong.

He believed that sooner or later, this back would be remembered by many people.

Suddenly, Mag felt quite restless and hot. While the Yangzhou fried rice could soothe the muscles like a warm current, this roujiamo was like a super spicy chili in his blood. He felt as if his blood was boiling inside him.

"System, did you drug me out of spite?!" Mag asked as he felt that unknown restlessness, which made him picture something filthy in his mind.

"This is slander. All of the ingredients are of great quality. They are all organic products. Nothing filthy has been added into them!" the system applied solemnly.

Mag didn't believe it. "What's happening to me, then? Why is this roujiamo making me so excited?" This restlessness was not very uncomfortable; in fact, he felt rather comfortable after he got used to the faster blood flow, but he was still a little worried about this sudden change.

"You didn't let me finish before, so it's not my fault that you don't know the inherent properties of the ingredients," answered the system.

Mag lifted an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that the system would retort like that. He thought for a minute, and said, "The pork is used in the Yangzhou fried rice as well, so it should be good. Don't tell me the flour is not normal flour. Do you grow wheat in a weird place?"

"The wheat comes from the Frenzy Isle in the depths of the Ghost Islands, which are possessed by demons. In an area where no demons roam, system cultivates a piece of land. The frenzy fog dissipates during the day, so the sunlight there is present for as long as 12 hours every day. At night, the wheat absorbs the frenzy element. That's the reason why the flour will excite the blood to a certain extent. Humans can use it to make their blood flow more smoothly. The more violent the species, the stronger the effect. There is no negative effect, though."

Mag nodded. "I see." Then he felt a little embarrassed when he thought about it. If some girl asked me if I had drugged her after she ate the roujiamo, how would I reply?

"Father, I… I feel a little hot again…" Amy's voice came from outside.

Mag walked towards her daughter quickly. Since the system said that there was no negative effect, he wasn't quite worried. He thought for a while as he looked at his Amy, whose cheeks flushed red after two roujiamos. "Amy, try to make a fireball."

When she felt uncomfortable after eating the Yangzhou fried rice, the fireball had done the trick. He didn't know the effect of the frenzy element, though.

Amy nodded obediently. "Yes, Father." She raised her arm and opened her hand slowly. Suddenly, a bluish violet fire appeared above her hand. It was more than a meter tall, and was dancing violently, seemingly very unstable.

Mag fell back unconsciously. The flame was a little violent, bigger, darker, and purpler. After she released the flame, Amy's red face became normal slowly.

The air surrounding them got hot instantly; the fire was more terrifying than before.

"Come back, fire," Amy said solemnly as she looked at the seemingly uncontrollable fire. She coiled her hand slowly, and the restless flame was gradually squeezed up as if by an invisible hand, and turned into a dark bluish violet fireball in her little hand.

She may be a genius, Mag thought proudly as he looked at Amy play with the fireball. She closed her hand, and the fireball vanished. It seemed the frenzy element could improve the power of Amy's fireball, but it remained to be tested.

After he made sure that there was nothing wrong with Amy, Mag tied her hair into two pigtails. She loved this hairstyle, and maybe she wouldn't change it in a long while.

Mag put the comb back in the drawer and took a look at the time. It was just half past seven. He walked towards the door.

Mag opened the lock, pulled the door open, and froze for a moment when he saw a girl standing outside. She was around twenty, of medium height, a little slim, and in a light gray linen-cotton dress. Around her shoulders was a white silky scarf with a golden lily flower embroidered on it. Her black hair was long and straight, her face was pretty, and her dark eyes were extra bright. She looked artistic and intelligent.

It seemed like she was about to knock at the door when it suddenly opened. Her hand stopped halfway. She looked at Mag and took her hand back, a little embarrassed. "Good morning, does Amy live here?" she asked gently.

Luna was also taken aback when she saw Mag. Who is he? He is clean and neatly dressed. What is he doing here? Did he squat in Amy's house and open this restaurant? Could it be …? Some troubling thoughts went across her mind.

Sure, Chaos City was run by the Gray Temple, but still many evil things were happening quietly in the dark, which even the Gray Temple could do nothing about.

"Teacher Luna, what brings you here?" Amy said before Mag could speak when she heard Luna's voice. She ran towards them, slid under his arm, and looked at Luna, her eyes full of pleasant surprise. Then she held Mag's apron and said proudly, "This is my father. He is really good at cooking."

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Chapter 47: Your Rainbow Fried Rice

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Luna was much relieved when she heard Amy's voice, but as she dropped her gaze to look at Amy, she was taken aback.

Amy was wearing a beautiful purple dress today, with an exquisite golden red embroidered flower on the front. She had two skillfully braided cute little braids, and her clean face was full of joy.

Amy used to wear old linen clothes and crouch in a corner all by herself with messy hair, which was a really sorrowful sight. However, now she had become a lovely princess; Luna was both surprised and relieved.

What surprised her even more was that the man was Amy's father, who had been badly ill as far as she could remember. Once, when she saw them from afar, he was wearing shabby old cotton clothes; he hobbled, hunched up, his face half-covered by his whiskers, looking like a very old man.

Luna didn't know what dramatic changes had fallen on him in such a short time, but still she nodded at him with courtesy. "Nice to meet you. I'm Luna Field who taught Amy math before. I haven't seen her at school for a few days, so I wanted to check on her before I go to work," she said with a smile.

Mag nodded, smiling. "Nice to meet you, Miss Field. I'm Mag, Amy's father. Thank you for all the things you've done for Amy." He could sense certain vigilance and distance the smiling girl maintained, and he liked it too.

She was the teacher Amy had often mentioned, and treated Amy well in this Chaos City; she'd taught her math, let her inside the classroom, brushed her hair, and often gave her something to eat, which would be taken home by her and shared with her father.

It could be said that she had warmed Amy and protected her last bit of innocence when he was at his lowest point in life. Doubtlessly, Mag would always remember that.

His predecessor might have not talked to Luna directly, but he had done his research on people who would come into contact with Amy; it was not very detailed, but still detailed enough to know whether they were dangerous or not.

Luna should be of noble birth in the Roth Empire; somehow, she ended up in Chaos City and became a math teacher in the Chaos School under the Gray Temple.

"You're welcome. I'm glad to see Amy is okay." Luna smiled and stroked Amy's hair. Her vigilance was totally gone when she looked at Amy, her smile sincere and gentle, like a mother's.

"Teacher Luna, don't worry. I'm all right. Father conjured up a big house and made Amy delicious rainbow fried rice and roujiamo," said Amy with a smile. Then she held out her little hand and grabbed one of Luna's fingers. "Father, will you make a plate of rainbow fried rice for Teacher Luna, please?" she begged as she looked back at her father.

Mag nodded, smiling. "Sure." Then he looked at Luna and said, "Miss Field, please come in if you haven't had your breakfast."

"Well…" Luna hesitated. It was true that she hadn't eaten her breakfast, but she only came here to see Amy, and it would take her more than 20 minutes to get to the Chaos School. She might be late for class if she ate here.

"Teacher Luna, please come in. Father's rainbow fried rice is really great," Amy begged as she swung Luna's finger.

Luna took a look at Amy's expectant face and saw that she really wanted her to try this fried rice very badly. Her heart softened, and she nodded with a smile. "Okay. Then I'll have a plate of this rainbow fried rice."

"Please come in." Mag held the door open for her and turned sideways to let her pass.

Luna nodded gently. "Thank you." She took Amy's hand and walked in the restaurant, feeling good and comfortable because Mag had held the door open for her, and because he had a kind smile and kept his distance. She hadn't seen a man so gentlemanly for a long time since she came here.

Mag took a look at Mobai's forge as he turned over his sign, feeling a little surprised that he hadn't come for his breakfast today. Then he went back inside.

Luna took a look around as she held Amy's hand. The restaurant was decorated with brown and gray, which made her very comfortable; the paintings on the wall were of surprisingly high taste; the brown log tables and chairs were evenly placed. It wasn't crowded at all. The beautiful chandeliers and bright restaurant were grand, but made her feel at ease.

She hadn't ever been to a restaurant like this before; such a comfortable restaurant couldn't be found even in the whole capital city. She took her seat by the window. "I'd like a plate of rainbow fried rice that Amy recommended. Thank you," she said as she looked up at Mag.

Mag nodded with a smile. "Okay. Please wait a second." He took a look at Amy who had already sat opposite Luna, and then walked towards the kitchen, smiling.

"Teacher Luna, it's really very good," she said as she looked at her teacher, her chin in her hands and her face very serious.

Luna nodded, smiling. "I believe you, Amy." She saw the menu at her elbow and picked it up out of curiosity. The bison-hide cover was soft to the touch. She opened it, and froze for an instant.

There was only one dish on such a big menu.

"Yangzhou fried rice?" Luna read in a low voice. It should be the rainbow fried rice that Amy has talked about. But what is 'Yangzhou'? Is it some kind of ingredient? Or some place?

Then she saw the price and frowned. 600 copper coins each?

She didn't know what this Yangzhou fried rice or rainbow fried rice was, but it sure cost a lot of money—an amount that could last a normal family for days.

She only got 30 gold coins every month teaching in the Chaos School. She might receive hundreds more from home each month, but normally she didn't spend that money on herself—there were lots of children in this city who didn't even have enough to eat.

It was truly extravagant for her to spend 600 copper coins on a single meal. However, looking at Amy's expectant face and Mag's focused back, she closed the menu with a smile.

Seeing that there is only one dish on the menu, and with such a high price, their restaurant should have opened very recently. Maybe I'm the first customer. They're trying to start a new life, so I'll have a plate and start them off, Luna thought.

Of course, this was an extravagance that she could only afford once in a while.

After a little while, Mag walked out, holding a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. He placed it gently in front of Luna. "Your rainbow fried rice, also known as Yangzhou fried rice. Please enjoy."

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Chapter 48: Do You Have A Girlfriend?

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Luna had only intended to be supportive, but on seeing the Yangzhou fried rice, her eyes lit up immediately.

The first thought that flew across Luna's mind was: It's so beautiful! Then, immediately, she became curious. What cutting skills would it take to dice every ingredient into the size of the rice grain? And by the look of it, did he boil all the ingredients together? But how did eggs end up coating the rice?

The agreeable aroma of eggs and different ingredients tickled her nose, and she swallowed in spite of herself.

"Teacher Luna, please try it," Amy said softly as she looked at her, full of expectation.

Mag was watching her too as he stood there quietly, hoping she would enjoy it.

"Okay, I'll try it," Luna said with a smile. She gracefully picked up the spoon, took a half spoon of fried rice, and brought it to her mouth. Then she got lost in this special gourmet food right away.

It didn't taste mushy like the dishes boiled in water. She didn't know how he had cooked it. Every ingredient had maintained its own properties—crisp, soft, tender, and tasty. Each taste was so distinctive, and yet they blended together perfectly. She had never tried anything like this before and never thought that food could be this good; it was like she had entered a whole new world.

After she swallowed, the sweet fried rice became a warm current, soothing her every muscle. All the pores in her skin seemed to have opened up; it was comfortably intoxicating.

It's so good!

That was all she could think of as she looked at the fried rice before her. She had never eaten anything as good as this even in the capital. She felt so satisfied with just one bite.

She couldn't refrain from taking another bite, savoring the tree mushrooms and bamboo shoots from montane forests, the shrimps from the sea, the tender eggs, and the tasty rice. The food was really divine.

While her sense and deep-rooted manners were telling her to be graceful, her hands seemed to be out of control before such delicious food. One spoon after another, she brought the flavorful fried rice to her mouth. The spoon clattered again and again on the plate.

Her intentions of being supportive were completely gone, and they made her want to laugh at herself. They needn't worry that no one would come with such delicious rainbow fried rice.

As for the price, it was still too high for her, but it was really worth it because of the fine environment and good food.

Besides, she was here in this city alone; it wouldn't hurt to treat herself to a decent meal occasionally. Perhaps good food like that was the best consolation anyone could get in a foreign land.

Mag gave a hearty smile as he watched Luna who was lost in her fried rice. Perhaps it was every cook's dream to see customers enjoy the food they made.

Amy was happy too as if she had done something amazing.

"Ting!"

The spoon clattered on the plate. Luna took a look at the empty plate before her and realized she had finished everything. The plate was so clean that she could even see her reflection in it. She was a little embarrassed, as well as surprised. She'd never thought that she would eat every last grain of rice on the plate.

What surprised her even more was that after a plate of fried rice, she felt like she had taken a comfortable, hot bath.

"Teacher Luna, do you like it?" Amy asked as Luna took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the corners of her mouth.

Luna nodded. "Yes. It's delicious. Your father's rainbow fried rice is really good." Then she raised her head and looked at Mag with a smile. "The food you've made is very special and tasty."

Mag nodded, smiling. "Thank you." He could feel that she had let her guard down a lot.

"Teacher Luna, besides the rainbow fried rice, Father's roujiamo is very good too. Please try one," Amy recommended as she looked at her teacher.

Luna took a look at the time. It was already ten past eight. Although she felt a little like trying the food Amy had recommended, she smiled and shook her head. "Thank you, but I have to go to work now. I'll try it next time." Then she took out a beautiful purse from her pocket.

"Oh." Amy was a little disappointed. She had to wait till the next time her teacher came.

"Miss Field, this meal is my small gift to you. It's on the house," Mag said as he looked at Luna.

"I suggest you never do that," the system said sternly. "Never let anyone buy on credit. Have some style and principles!"

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Mag asked calmly.

The system didn't answer right away. After a while, it said, "I don't need a girlfriend."

"Yeah, right. You're so stingy. You don't even have a friend, let alone a girlfriend," Mag sneered. Then he glanced at Luna. "She is so good to Amy. If I treat her to a meal, what of it? You don't even have a girlfriend. Just mind your own vegetable business."

"…"An ellipsis went across Mag's head.

Luna shook her head. "Thank you. But I think I'll pay for my own food. It's only natural," she said solemnly. Then she pulled six gold coins from her purse and put them on the table. She gave Amy's head a stroke and was ready to leave.

Mag didn't insist. He knew that some people were like that. "Please wait for a second," Mag said as he strode towards the kitchen.

"Yes?" Luna looked at Mag's back, wondering. She paused there and didn't rush to leave.

A minute later, Mag came out with a kraft bag. He handed it to Luna with a smile. "This is our new dish. It's not on our menu officially, though. If you don't mind, please try it and tell me if there is anything different I should do."

Luna hesitated for a while. Then she took the bag after she took a look at Mag's smile and Amy's expectant face. "Thank you," she said. She could feel that they sincerely wanted her to take it, so she didn't want to turn down their kindness.

The strong aroma of meat went out of the bag, in which she found a white bread. It was sliced open and stuffed with meat. This should be the roujiamo that Amy talked about. She was almost full after a plate of fried rice, but now she felt hungry again all of a sudden.

She looked at Amy and smiled. "I'll take my leave then. You can come to school if you want to, Amy. You can come to all of my classes."

Amy nodded. "Thank you, Teacher Luna. But I'm learning the 99 table from my father recently."

99 table? Luna wondered. She didn't know what Mag had taught Amy, but she didn't have time to ask him today, so she nodded at Mag, turned around, and walked towards the door.

That was when Mobai opened the door. "Looks like I'm not the first customer here today, Mag." He turned sideways to let Luna pass, and dropped his gaze to the bag in her hand. As he smelled the strong meat aroma, his eyes lit up. "The new dish has come out today?"

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Chapter 49: Mag, Can I Ask You A Question?

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Mag nodded at Mobai and smiled. "Yes. You've bought the receipts, so you can try the new dish in advance today."

"Right. As much as I love the Yangzhou fried rice, I don't want to miss the new dish. I'll have a plate of Yangzhou fried rice and a new dish." Mobai took his usual seat and looked at Amy with a smile. "Good morning, little owner."

Mag nodded. "Okay, please wait a minute." Then he turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Amy nodded. "Good morning, dwarf grandpa Mobai," she answered without turning back as she watched Luna leave from the window.

"Little lady, I have a small request. Could you please skip the word 'dwarf'?" Mobai tried to sound soft and gentle.

As Luna was out of sight, Amy turned around and nodded at Mobai. "Sure, dwarf grandpa Mobai."

"…" Mobai was taken by surprise. However, as he looked at Amy's innocent face, he didn't think for one second that she had done it on purpose. What could he do? He had no choice but to let it go and give up.

Luna walked quickly towards the exit of the Aden Square with the roujiamo in her hand. The Chaos School was not far from the square, but since the square was so huge, it would still take her more than 10 minutes to get there even if she took the straight way right across the square rather than the crescent street.

The aroma of meat tickled her nose, and Luna didn't know how many times she had swallowed her saliva. Normally, she wasn't quite fond of meat, and mostly lived on vegetables, but now she wanted to take a bite of this roujiamo very badly.

Take a bite to try it? At last, Luna couldn't help but stop next to a big tree. She looked around and made sure that no one was around. Then, she held the bag in two hands, pushed her roujiamo a little upwards, and took a bite in the middle.

Outside was soft, sweet bai ji bread, while inside was soft stewed meat. As she bit into it, tasty juice was released; all her taste buds were cheering and dancing, making her close her eyes despite herself. After she swallowed, it became a little violent and ran quickly in her blood. She couldn't refrain from letting out a moan of comfort.

Luna opened her eyes instantly and covered her mouth, blushing. Was that me? How could I have let out such an embarrassing sound?!

She glanced about carefully, and felt much better when she had found no one around. Then, she dropped her gaze to the roujiamo in her hand, and didn't know what to do.

It was so delicious. She didn't know the ingredients, though. Her blood became restless after she swallowed. That was why she had made that strange sound.

Now she felt lucky that she didn't eat it in the restaurant. If she had let out that sound before Mag, that would have been so awkward.

Should I eat it? Luna couldn't make up her mind. The restlessness in her blood was slowly changing into a rhythmic tide. She didn't feel uncomfortable anymore. Between that and the relaxing feeling the Yangzhou fried rice had brought her, her energy was being woken up.

Her face was still red and burning. If this feeling kept building after I ate it, my face might be red the whole morning.

The smell was so appetizing, and all she could think about was that incredible feeling she had just experienced. In spite of herself, she brought it to her mouth slowly and took another bite.

Well, I don't care anymore! It tastes so good! Let it flush red; it seems very hot today, anyway… she thought. She was totally lost in its pleasant taste as she ate it.

"It's so good," Luna said sincerely as she looked at the empty bag in her hand and licked her oily lips.

She had tried two most delicious dishes today, and they were cooked by the same man. It was truly an interesting morning.

The restlessness was dying down slowly, and so was the red in her face. It was like she had exercised her whole body thoroughly. She was in her best shape and didn't feel sleepy at all, though she had eaten nothing more than her breakfast.

It's so magical! Could he be a powerful magic caster? He must be a genius to make his food have this power, Luna thought as she felt the change in her body. When she was about to throw the bag away, she caught sight of the little girl on the back of the bag. She stood there, frozen.

Of course, she had recognized that it was Amy's back. In Chaos City, it was not uncommon for merchandise to have a special trademark. Businessmen would go to great lengths to make customers remember their products.

Nonetheless, no one would have used the back of a half-elf girl as a trademark, because certain trouble might be brought about.

There were people in every species who would show prejudice towards the offspring of two different species. Somehow, they thought they were better than them.

Mag's using Amy's back as his trademark would probably present him with many problems. Hybrids were often bullied in Chaos City.

"He may be a good father, but I'll warn him next time. It's a good picture, though," Luna murmured to herself. She looked inside the bag and didn't find any grease; then, she folded it and put it in her pocket after she looked at Amy's picture.

Luna raised her arm and took a glance at her mechanical watch. "God, I'm definitely late today." Her face changed immediately. She pulled her dress up and trotted towards her school, not caring if she was not graceful.

"You're a little late today," Mag said as he put the fried rice in front of Mobai.

"I overslept because I was trying to figure something out last night. Your fried rice will wake me up." Mobai picked up the spoon and brought some fried rice to his mouth. After he chewed a few times, he looked at Mag, and asked, "Mag, can I ask you a question? If something could release a large amount of energy in an instant, how would you turn this energy into a long-range weapon?"

Gun? This word came into Mag's mind immediately. He was a little surprised as he looked at Mobai who was frowning.

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Chapter 50: System, Do You Sell Air Defense Missiles?

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This world favored magic and bloodlines, and guns didn't come into existence yet. In Mag's memory, even fireworks were only seen in the royal palace in the capital during festivals, meaning best wishes to the people.

The alchemists treasured their methods and recipes so much that they were not going around among common people, so Mag had no idea what Mobai was referring to. "What kind of energy?" he asked curiously.

Mobai looked at Mag and hesitated for a moment. Then he put down his spoon and signed with his hands. "Like a fireball explodes after being contracted to a small one."

Mag lifted an eyebrow. Now it's more like explosive.

He didn't know what that energy was exactly, but based on Mobai's description, guns were definitely the best option to turn this energy into a long-range weapon. The barrel could propel the bullet to a high speed as long as it was able to confine that sudden burst of energy. Thus, it would become a long-range weapon.

Now Mag had a general idea. After all, he had lived many years in a world which was far more advanced in technology; besides, he had practiced a lot on shooting ranges in America, so he was quite familiar with guns. He was so quick at disassembling guns that he could even match his father's bodyguards.

However, he had his worries. If guns came into being, their horrific power would definitely change this continent, which had been enjoying peace for more than a hundred years after a war that lasted a millennium, from a world of magic and cold steel into a world of guns and explosives.

Humans had the largest numbers; if they acquired the skills to make guns, their strength would absolutely peak, though they had managed to earn their little corner by magic casters and knights. The balance on the Norland Continent might be shattered again, and a new war among species would sweep the whole continent.

Now that he had Amy, Mag wanted nothing more than world peace.

The guns were like Pandora's box; once it was opened, there was no way to box the evils back in. Mag didn't want to see guns in this world.

Although he had no intention to help Mobai, Mag still asked out of curiosity, "What do you want to do with it?"

"Kill dragons," Mobai answered seriously as he looked into his eyes.

"What have dragons done to you? Why do you have to kill them? Aren't dragon babies cute?" asked Amy, puzzled. That young man who loves smiling wants to kill dragons, dwarf grandpa wants to kill dragons, so what are dragons anyway? Why does everybody want to kill them?

Mag was a little surprised too. Conti had everything he needed to kill a dragon—his sword and armor, and not his black donkey, so it made sense when he said he wanted to kill dragons. However, it felt strange when the same words came out of Mobai's mouth. Mag would have laughed if it hadn't been for the other party's serious look.

"You must think I'm joking. It's all right; I agree with you, actually." Mobai laughed. When Mag really believed that it was merely a joke, Mobai coiled his hand into a fist slowly. "But maybe that's the only reason why I'm still alive and waving that hammer.

"When I was 30, a red dragon ate my father, and it's still wandering around the continent, killing people. I think I will not die in peace until I kill it with my own hands. But I don't have the skills that Mag Alex has, so I have to find my own way. Now I have to deal with this major problem, or everything I've been doing will be in vain."

Mag's feelings became mixed as he watched Mobai's clenched fist and throbbing vein on his forehead.

Conti Nicolas wanted to kill dragons to prove himself and to win the title of dragon slayer.

Mobai wanted to avenge his father. They both wanted the same thing, but their motivation was entirely different.

"Sorry for your loss," Mag said apologetically after a while. He wouldn't see this continent burn to help Mobai.

However, Mobai's tragedy had given him a warning. This world was not nearly as safe and peaceful as it seemed. People here might be governed by the Gray Temple, but how would he and Amy protect themselves if dragons came?

"System, do you sell air defense missiles? Preferably with the automatic tracking system," Mag asked in his mind.

"Let me be clear: I do not sell anything that will affect this world's order, including air defense missiles!" It was the first time that the system had used such a solemn tone.

"Rest assured. I love world peace too. I just want some protection; I won't use it unless I absolutely have to," Mag said calmly. "What if some bad dragon went crazy and attacked this restaurant? I would be killed like Mobai's father. I'm no good to you dead," he coaxed.

The system was silent, seemingly deliberating. "You can't afford it," it said with contempt after a while.

Mag lifted an eyebrow. That's a good comeback. I'm despised by the system!

Yet that meant it would sell for a good price.

I'll set up several missiles on the rooftop when I have a lot of money. If some dragon wants to do anything stupid, I'll use the Patriots to teach him a lesson.

If that red dragon, which Mobai wants to kill, happens to come to Chaos City, maybe I'll sell him one. Looks like he has been up to something big these years. He must have saved a lot of money. After all, one weapon can fetch him 1,000 gold coins. That's one of the fast ways to make money.

"It's all right. I haven't mentioned this to others for many years," Mobai said as he shook his head. "I just wanted to get this off my chest because it's so comfortable here." Then his smile returned, and he picked up the spoon again and got back to eating his fried rice.

Mag took a look at Mobai and turned to walk towards the kitchen. He wouldn't change his mind and decision for now.

In this world, guns were not a necessity for killing dragons. Mag Alex had killed several with his griffin and his heavy sword.

"Mag, is the new dish ready today?" Habeng said when Mag was just at the kitchen door. He had tried to keep his voice down, but it was still very loud.

"Loud Voice, be good, and don't talk so loud," Amy said solemnly as she looked up at Habeng.

Habeng nodded immediately. "Yes, sorry…" He was so excited that he almost forgot the rules. He looked at Amy, a little afraid.

Mag nodded, smiling. "Yes. Since you've bought the receipts, you can try it in advance today. It's called la zhi roujiamo," he said as he turned back and looked at Haga and Habeng.

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Chapter 51: Blood Runs Hot

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"La zhi roujiamo?" Habeng was a little puzzled, just like he had felt when he'd first heard the words "Yangzhou fried rice". However, the meat 1 in its name really intrigued him. "Two for me, Mag," he said, a little thrilled.

"Two… for me," Haga echoed. He, too, was pretty expectant because they both loved meat the most. To be sure, Yangzhou fried rice was good, but it only had a little meat in it.

"Sure. Please wait a second," Mag answered, and went into the kitchen.

"Mobai, you're always the first," Habeng said with a smile as he sat opposite Mobai.

Mobai shook his head. "Not today. A human girl came earlier than me."

"Good morning, little… lady," Haga said with a smile as he looked at Amy.

Amy nodded. "Morning, Big Orc." Then she looked at his fangs and asked curiously, "Will these get in the way when you eat?"

Haga shook his head, smiling. "I'm… used to it."

"Mine are very even." Amy revealed her small even teeth to him, showing off.

Haga smiled, and then he took a seat beside Habeng and waited for his meal.

After a little while, Mag came out with three roujiamos and served one to each of them.

"Smells good. This is the la zhi roujiamo you talked about? It has a lot of meat in it." The strong meat aroma made him swallow as he held it in his hand. Inside the bag, the white bai ji bread was stuffed with lean meat and fat, which was seductively greasy.

"It sure is quite different than the Yangzhou fried rice. I've never smelled such a special meat aroma. It's most appetizing," Mobai complimented as he looked at the roujiamo in his hand. Then he finished the last bite of Yangzhou fried rice on his plate.

"I'll try it now." Habeng tore the bag open and ate almost half of it in one gulp.

The streaky pork which had absorbed the tasty gravy was wrapped by the sweet bai ji bread. As he chewed on it, the tasty gravy seeped into the bread and the soft yet chewy meat melted in his mouth. It was so delicious that every taste bud was dancing as their craving for meat had been greatly satisfied.

Habeng found it more surprising after he swallowed. The roujiamo was like a fireball falling down his throat, just as if he had taken a draught of wine. His blood became hot as if something inside him had been awakened.

"Roar!"

Habeng couldn't help but tilt his head back and let out a roar, which even made the table shake. It was loud.

"Yes?" Amy lifted an eyebrow and seemed a little irritated. She held out her hand.

However, Mag softly held her little hand before she could unleash her fireball. He smiled and shook his head, signalling her not to do that.

He looked at Habeng curiously, knowing that he didn't do it on purpose. The system had said that the roujiamo had a stronger effect on a wilder species.

Even he felt restless after eating it, and orcs were much wilder than humans, so it wasn't very strange that Habeng had reacted violently. He didn't know the effect it would cause, though.

Habeng's roar startled Mobai and Haga, but they had tried the Yangzhou fried rice and knew it could relieve fatigue, so they were not worried that this roujiamo would be bad for them. Instead, they were looking at Habeng with expectation, wondering what special effect it would cause.

After a roar, the hot-blooded Habeng looked toward Amy first and was relieved when he saw no fireball. "Sorry about that. I couldn't help it," he said apologetically. "Mag, this roujiamo is really good, but it made me… I feel my blood is pumping, and my strength seems to have been increased."

Mag nodded, smiling. "Yes."

As Mobai and Haga heard this, their eyes lit up. They took a bite of their roujiamos at the same time immediately.

Both were lost in its taste right away. After they swallowed, the hot blood also made them roar despite themselves.

While Mobai's sound was much lower, Haga's was louder, like Habeng's. Haga scratched his head embarrassedly. "So… Sorry," he said to Amy.

Amy nodded. "It's your first time, Big Orc. I won't mind. But it's not the first time for someone."

"Sorry. It won't happen again…" Habeng said as he nodded. Then he took another huge bite, savoring the delicious meat and bai ji bread. What an intoxicating taste! He swallowed, and this time he had learned—he covered his mouth quickly and made no sound.

Haga copied his brother and covered his mouth each time he swallowed, restraining his roar and at the same time savoring the good food.

"It's very good. Give me five more, Mag!" Habeng said to Mag as he put the bag on the table. He was a little excited, his face still red.

Now that he had finished it, he was fully aware of the effect of this roujiamo. Not only could it excite the body, but it was even able to stimulate the blood and increase the strength.

"Me… too. Five." Haga held up five fingers to Mag.

Mobai shook his head. "It's pretty good. But I feel my body can't stand this excitement anymore. This one should be enough for me." The blood was rushing inside his body. Although he got used to it quickly and even felt a little comfortable, he liked Yangzhou fried rice better as it would soothe his muscles.

"Today we only serve samples, so each person can only get up to three samples for each meal," Mag said as he shook his head, smiling. "It might need to be improved, so we'll start to sell it tomorrow officially. There'll be no limit, but since the ingredients prepared are limited, first come, first served."

He didn't want to make too many roujiamos today, because they were only samples, and the meat wasn't quite ready. It was only a warm-up for tomorrow, so he didn't care about how many he could sell, but rather how many people he could sell them to.

"It's so good, three is not enough." Habeng was a little anxious. "Mag, how much is it? I'll double the price and buy another two. What do you say?" he asked.

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Chapter 52: I Highly Recommend It!

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Mag took a look at the expectant Habeng and Haga and became a little hesitant. Habeng offering to pay double didn't interest him, though; he just didn't want to decrease the quantity and increase his price like a scalper.

They had really helped him a lot with the crowdfunding yesterday; otherwise, Amy wouldn't have been able to eat such a delicious roujiamo today. He thought for a moment and nodded with a smile. "The new dish came out earlier because of your money, so you can eat as many as you want today, and at the same price."

Habeng's face lit up right away. "You're a hell of a guy, Mag. Then I'll have five more, and so will my brother," he said. Mag is truly not one of those devious human businessmen.

Mag nodded. "Okay. Please wait a moment." Then he turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

"Little Owner, may I have the check, please?" Mobai's fatigue from staying up late last night was completely gone after a plate of Yangzhou fried rice and a la zhi roujiamo.

He felt very refreshed and comfortable after the roujiamo because his blood was now running at a higher speed.

When he put the kraft bag on the table, he noticed Amy's back on the bag. He was a little surprised, but found it quite understandable.

He might have known Mag for only a few days, but he could tell that he was a good father, and that he loved Amy with all his heart.

Amy was a motherless half-elf, but she wasn't very timid, which was quite uncommon for a hybrid. Actually, her doting father had made her brave as well as cute.

But this back may give rise to troubles, Mobai thought. No matter. Amy's fireball could terrify even Habeng, and Mag is definitely no ordinary man; he looks quite smart.

Amy walked over to Mobai. "Nine gold coins, please," she said after calculating in her head.

"Right. Take it out of my crowdfunding money," Mobai said with a smile as he rose to his feet.

Amy nodded. "Okay." Then she walked to the kitchen door and looked at her father, who was making a roujiamo. "Father, dwarf grandpa Mobai said he'll use that crowd money to pay. Is it okay?"

"Sure. That's the agreement." Mag smiled and walked out, holding two plates. Each had two roujiamos on it. The bag was more of a hindrance for Habeng and Haga, so it was better to serve them on the plate directly.

Of course, more importantly, it would save him some money this way. He could wash the dishes in the dishwasher.

"Bye, Mag," Mobai said with a smile and left.

"Mag, your food is very delicious. I don't want to go back," Habeng said to Mag as he picked up a roujiamo and took a large bite. He felt the blood rushing inside his body. It was much better than drinking wine. He was enjoying his food, and his strength was increasing at the same time. There was nothing better than that.

Mag smiled. It really felt good to be praised.

Haga nodded in agreement. His common language wasn't very good, so he gave Mag a thumbs-up.

After a little while, Conti arrived with his black donkey, accompanied by clear hoofbeats.

"Looks like I can eat the new dish today. Mag, give me one please," Conti said to Mag with a smile after he took a look at the orc brothers who were wolfing down white bread. The tantalizing meat aroma had permeated the entire restaurant.

Mag nodded, smiling. "Sure. Please wait a moment." Then he walked back into the kitchen. Conti always kept his bright smile no matter whom he was talking to.

"Good morning, little owner," Conti said to Amy with a smile as he took his usual seat.

Amy nodded. "Good morning, Smiley Knight." He was smiling all the time, like he was wearing a smiling mask.

Habeng turned back and looked at Conti. "This la zhi roujiamo is very good. Its taste is simply unbelievable!" he said as he chewed. "I highly recommend it!"

"I'll try it then." Conti became more expectant.

After a while, Mag came out, holding a kraft bag. He passed it to Conti with a smile. "Your la zhi roujiamo."

Conti took it. The little girl's back caught his attention immediately. He smiled and looked up at Mag. "Isn't this the little owner?"

Amy was leaning on the counter, a little bored, but when she heard what Conti had just said, her face lit up instantly. "Really?" she asked. Then she climbed down the chair, walked up to the table, and stood on the tips of her toes. She saw the back of a little girl. "Father, is that Amy? Did you draw that?" she asked, surprised.

Mag nodded, smiling. "Yes. It's Amy. Nothing could represent our restaurant better than Amy," he answered as he stroked her head.

"You're amazing, Father. It's really good," Amy said happily as she rubbed her head against his hand.

The other three people gave a kind smile as they saw this. It was so emotional that it made them envious.

The back of this cute half-elf girl would surely become well-known in Chaos City.

Conti took a look at his roujiamo. The white bread was sliced open and stuffed with lean meat and fat. The name roujiamo 1 was quite accurate. He had never seen any bread like this before. It was so unique.

He opened his mouth and took a bite. The soft and chewy bai ji bread and the soft and tender meat mixed together with the gravy. The splendid taste spread in his mouth, making him feel like he had risen to the next level.

After he swallowed, Conti also let out a deep breath despite himself. Then he realized it and smiled at the others, a little embarrassed.

To his surprise, his blood seemed to go wild shortly afterwards, and it was even wilder than after he practiced his sword for an hour in the morning. It was magical, like the Yangzhou fried rice, and regulated his body to the best shape.

"I'd like two more," Conti said as he looked up at Mag. The one in his hand was not finished.

Mag nodded. "Okay, please wait a second." He turned and went into the kitchen, feeling great.

This roujiamo's effect is a little violent, but it seems quite acceptable for now. Besides, it's fast to make and easy to take out. People can eat it anywhere. Maybe it could make the restaurant more popular.

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Chapter 53: The Flying Knife Pierced And Killed Her

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After they finished their meal, Haga turned his head and looked at Amy with a smile. "Little… owner, the… check. Us… two," he said as he held up two fingers.

Habeng's eyes brightened instantly. "Brother, you're going to pay for me?" He looked at Haga, surprised and happy. Finally, he has become that old, kind big brother again.

Haga nodded, smiling.

Amy walked over to him. "You've had 12 roujiamos, so that is… 36 gold coins. Big Orc, are you going to pay for the meal today?"

Haga nodded with a smile. "Ta… Take it out of that money."

Amy nodded. "Oh." She turned around. "No money to collect. When does this end? I want to count coins…" She sighed.

"You're indeed still my good old brother," Habeng said delightedly as he patted Haga's shoulder. I don't care about those 18 gold coins; I'm just happy that he is my old big brother again.

Haga nodded, smiling. He fumbled the receipt out and put it on the table. "I'm going back today. Take this receipt; it's yours now," he said in orc language.

"Mine? Wait a minute—I lent you money to buy this receipt, and you've eaten several meals with this receipt these days. Now you say it's mine? Did I buy you this breakfast, or did you buy me?" Habeng asked as he looked at Haga, a little confused. He found that his big brother's good image that he had just pictured was starting to crumble again.

Haga thought for a moment and nodded. "Consider it my treat. We used my receipt to buy it, no?"

"Well, don't mind that now." Haga waved his hand. "But why do you have to go back today? We have planned to stay here for a month. There are still many things to buy, and weapons are not ready yet. What's the rush?" he asked as he looked at his brother, puzzled.

"The Stone tribe has come looking for trouble to gold mines again. There was a small conflict the day before last; we lost two men, and a small mine was taken over by them. Father wants me back to retake it and to avenge our brothers." Haga's face became grave, his smile was gone, and for the first time, he was acting like an orc warrior.

"Those bastards have come back again. Seems they didn't learn enough last year. Brother, let me go back. I'll teach them a hard lesson." Habeng clenched his fist; his knuckles made a cracking sound, and a vein was throbbing in his forehead.

Haga shook his head. "No, you have to stay here. Weapons are crucial to us. You have to bring them home safely." Then he patted Habeng on the shoulder. "Besides, your waist was wounded last year, and you've not recovered. Don't worry about fighting right now."

"I have fully recovered. I can smash their heads with my club. Look…" Then he rose from the table and tried to prove his point.

"Father said Marcus is leading the attack this time. You can't beat him. Besides, I'll kill him myself." Haga's face was a little grim. His fist clenched, and then slowly unclenched. He patted Habeng's shoulder, lifted his club, and walked towards the door.

Habeng looked strange when he heard that name. "Then I'll go with you," he said as he looked at his brother's back.

Habeng shook his head. "No. Just stay here and buy the things we need. I'll be back in several days and eat Mag's delicious food again." Then he turned back and smiled at Amy. "Good… bye, little owner."

Amy waved her hand. "Bye, Big Orc." Then she climbed down the chair and went to whisper to her big egg.

"Damn Marcus, how dare he attack our tribe?! Bastard," Habeng said as he ground his teeth together. He watched Haga leave and resumed his seat helplessly.

A conflict between tribes? Mag took a look at Habeng. His predecessor could speak orc language since humans' territory was bordering orcs'. Most of the feats he had achieved had been from fighting orcs, so he could understand their language and speak it a little.

As for elf language, he was no stranger to it at all; otherwise, he wouldn't have married an elf princess.

Mag was a little curious, but he didn't intend to ask. He was not the kind of man who liked asking personal questions, but he would listen if they wanted to talk.

"Mag, give me a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. Maybe the good food can make me feel better," Habeng said to Mag after sitting silent for a while.

"Right. Please wait a moment," Mag said. He cooked the fried rice quickly and put it gently before Habeng.

Habeng picked up his spoon and put it down again. "Mag, if one of your best friends accidentally killed your woman, would you kill him?" Habeng asked, looking up at Mag.

Mag inclined his head slightly. "Maybe." Perhaps Haga didn't know how to deal with this kind of thing himself.

"Grace was my brother's fiancée; they grew up together. Marcus belongs to Stone tribe, and is of the same age as my brother. We didn't have our gold mines yet and Stone tribe was very close to us. Children from two tribes always played together. My brother was the chief of children from our tribe, and Marcus was the chief of their tribe's children. They often fought, and since they were well-matched in strength, they became friends after fighting a few times.

"Then we found gold mines and became rich quickly. Everything changed afterwards. Stone tribe came to ask for gold mines, and my father agreed to give them one or two small ones to help them shake off poverty, but they wanted half, including the biggest one. Of course, we would never agree, and we didn't give them the small ones, either, so conflict started and has lasted more than a decade. There have been deaths on both sides.

"During one conflict, my brother and Marcus met on the field. They were both the strongest fighters among the younger generation in their respective tribes. They had never got the better of one another, and so it was that day. However, the Stone tribe played dirty—they threw a stone knife to Marcus. Grace panicked and rushed out to help my brother. She got killed by the knife." Habeng paused a moment as he gave a sigh. "I've seen it, actually. Marcus intended to toss the knife aside and didn't see her. The flying knife pierced and killed her."

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Chapter 54: Why Does It Look Nothing Like A Roast Goose?

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Habeng's story was short and plain, but made the listeners feel sympathy.

"It's a sad story," Mag said softly after a while.

Habeng nodded. "Yes. I haven't seen Marcus in the Stone tribe for many years. I never thought he would attack our gold mines. This time, my brother and he might settle it once and for all," he said with a mixture of feelings. He had always followed his brother and Marcus around when he was young. Marcus had been like a big brother to him. Now, because of the conflicts and Grace's death, they had become enemies.

"Anyway, they'll settle it sooner or later. I knew one of them would die when Grace was killed." Habeng picked up his spoon again and ate some fried rice. Then, he said not a single word more.

"Mag, may I have the check?" Conti asked as he smiled at Mag.

Mag nodded, smiling. "Sure. You've eaten three roujiamos. That is nine gold coins. I'll take it out of your receipt."

"Thank you." Conti rose from the table, took his longsword, and patted Habeng on the shoulder. "Don't worry. He'll win."

"Thank you," Habeng replied. Then, he went back to eating.

Conti took a look in the direction of the counter. Seeing that Amy didn't intend to come out and say "goodbye", he turned around and walked out, a little disappointed.

Habeng finished his fried rice and left with his club. Mag could feel his depression.

After a while, more customers came; some wanted to try the new dish when they were told of it. Its price was much lower than Yangzhou fried rice's, but it was still very expensive.

Mag had grown used to their weird sound and embarrassed look when they took the first bite. They carried on eating regardless—they couldn't resist it.

The breakfast time of one and a half hours passed swiftly. Mag walked to the door and turned over the sign. Then he cleared the plates, washed them with the dishwasher, and went to wipe tables.

"Father, come here! Is the ugly duckling going to hatch out?" Amy cried out suddenly, her voice excited and surprised.

"Really?" Mag was also a little surprised. He walked to the back of the counter and crouched down beside Amy. He heard rustling from the blanket-covered egg, only that the sound was much clearer and quicker this time, just as if the little creature was trying to get out.

"Amy, did you say something to it?" Mag asked curiously. It seems the poor creature is very terrified. It is trying to get out.

Amy nodded solemnly. "Yes. I encouraged it."

Mag's face became a little odd. "Then how did you encourage it?"

"Be good and come out, ugly duckling, or I'll set you on fire. I'm serious!" Amy said seriously as she clenched her little fist.

Mag couldn't help but chuckle. What kind of encouragement was that? It was totally a threat. No wonder the little thing is clawing at the shell strenuously. It must be horror-struck.

"Father, does it think I'm lying? Maybe that's why it doesn't come out after I said it so many times. Can I use my fire on it?" Amy asked as she looked at Mag, not knowing what to do.

It would be cooked if you set it on fire, Mag thought. Then, while Mag was thinking about how to tell Amy to be patient, the egg cracked.

They froze for an instant, and then widened their eyes to look at the egg that had a small crack in it.

"Come out quickly, ugly duckling. I know you're ugly, but I'm pretty." She stared at the big egg, full of expectation.

She is just like the old me. Maybe she has inherited that from me. Mag looked at his little girl. She has a vicious tongue, and she has figured out how to do that all by herself. She is really talented.

She was like a high-quality piece of uncut jade. He only needed to teach her a little bit. Between her cute appearance and her soft little voice, her vicious tongue would definitely choke others' words, but they couldn't get angry. He would feel wickedly cool.

Mag had been brought here because of his vicious tongue, so he was restraining himself now. He only criticized the system at best, and looked at this world with forgiveness and love.

Otherwise, he might be transferred to another world soon because this world and those different species offered so many things for him to criticize. He didn't want to leave Amy's side.

Amy was different, though. She might have a vicious tongue, but people didn't hate her very much. They would forgive her in no time, so he didn't have to worry about that.

Mag nodded slightly as he looked at Amy. Looks like it's time I taught her how to use her vicious tongue. She had completely remembered the 99 table and was learning addition, subtraction, and easy multiplication of two-digit numbers under the decimal system. She should be able to master the common calculations in everyday life soon. Amy was a quick learner.

The crack in the shell extended, and one became many. It started from the top, and covered the whole egg in a short while.

Mag was also gazing at it in excitement. What will come out? It's an egg, and the nest was on a cliff, so it's most likely a bird. But it's so big, so it must be no ordinary bird. It might be some kind of monstrous bird.

"Ugly duckling, I'll count to three. Then I'll set you on fire if you don't come out," Amy said with her big blue eyes. Her patience had worn out quickly. She held out her hand.

"Crack …"

With a soft sound, a fluffy little head with a piece of eggshell on it stuck out from the big egg. It looked around with its half-open eyes, confused and alarmed. At last, it looked at Amy. "Meow," it said softly.

"An orange… orange cat!!!" Mag's eyes widened. The little creature which had a piece of eggshell on its little head was clearly an orange and white cat. Its eyes were not fully open, and there was some liquid on its fur. It studied Amy with its half-open eyes. Such a cute little creature!

"Wow, it's so adorable!" Amy blinked in surprise. She reached out her hand to touch it, but drew it back halfway. "Father, you said the ugly duckling would become a swan when it grew up. But why does it look nothing like a roast goose?"

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Chapter 55: It Must Be An Ugly Duckling

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"It may not be an ugly duckling after all…" Mag said with a strange look, gazing at the orange cat meowing at Amy.

He had never seen such a weird thing before. A cat hatched out of an egg? Darwin would rise from the dead if he heard about this.

But maybe the oviparous cat survived the natural selection and the viviparous cat didn't. It's not entirely unlikely; after all, it's a different world.

Nine out of ten orange cats were fat, and the remaining one was very fat.

He had raised a dog and a cat in his previous life, and that cat was a very fat orange cat.

Looking at the cute cat's half open eyes and its palm-sized body, even Mag had half a mind to raise it. Hugging a cat was really pleasant.

"But it came from this ugly duckling's egg. It is an ugly duckling egg, right? Then it must be an ugly duckling." Amy nodded her head, quite certain. Then she looked at the little cat with dislike. "You're so ugly, and have two more legs. You can't swim, can you? I'll call you Ugly Duckling from now on."

"Maybe we can refer to it as 'Orange', or 'Little Orange', or 'Big Orange'. What do you say?" Mag was trying to persuade her to change the name because he felt sorry for this little kitten.

"No. Father, it's an ugly duckling. You can't change its name to whatever you want," Amy said seriously as she shook her head.

"Meow." The little orange cat shook its head in the shell, seemingly to show that it didn't like that name.

Amy nodded, smiling. "Yes. I know you like this name too, right?" She removed that piece of shell on its head and said grimly, "You will respond when I call you, Ugly Duckling. And I'll treat you well until you grow into a swan."

Then, Amy swallowed despite herself.

The little cat became obedient immediately. "Meow," it said, nodding.

"Okay then, let's call it Ugly Duckling…" Mag cast a sympathetic glance at the cat. Maybe she thinks those born out of eggs are most likely ugly ducklings. Besides, it's her pet. She can call it whatever she wants.

But it won't grow into a swan. Amy's wish of eating it will probably go up in smoke.

In fact, Mag seriously doubted that it was a normal orange cat. After all, that herb collector had found it on a cliff and reached there with a rope. It had no wings, though.

He didn't know what it would become after it grew up. Then, a cute Totoro came into his mind all of a sudden. He shook his head. It had better not be that fat.

It looked just like a little orange kitten right now. Maybe because it came from an egg, it looked to be one or two weeks old now. It grabbed the eggshell with two white paws, trying to get out.

Since it was too small and didn't have enough strength, it pawed for a long time and failed. Now it was looking at Amy pitifully with its sapphire eyes and meowed like a helpless child. It seemed it was already relying on Amy.

"Fine, fine. Let me help you," Amy said impatiently, but she had already reached out her hands, planning to get it out.

"Wait, Amy. We have to clean it first," Mag said quickly. He went to fetch a clean towel and helped Amy get the kitten out. They wiped it clean and wrapped it up with the towel. Only its little head was left outside. It looked at Mag and Amy innocently.

"Father, it looks so delicious!" Amy's face lit up as she watched the little cat in the towel.

"It looks like a cat roll." Mag wanted to chuckle too. They both were so cute.

Immediately, the kitten became uneasy. It tilted its head back and said, "Meow, meow!" It was trying to get out.

"Ugly Duckling, be good. I won't eat you now. Don't worry," Amy said with a smile as she stroked its little head.

The anxious cat became calm in an instant and fell asleep quickly.

"Let it sleep. We need to prepare something for it to eat," Mag said to Amy, smiling. It seemed it had used a lot of strength to get out of its egg in a hurry; it would be hungry when it woke up.

"It's a real lazy bum. It has fallen asleep after only a stroke." Amy drew back her hand with dislike. "Then what are we going to feed it? Rainbow fried rice?" she asked as she looked at Mag.

Mag shook his head. "No. Newborn ca— ugly duckling can't eat fried rice. We have to feed it sheep's milk or cow's milk. Let's go out and buy some for it." He had raised his orange cat from a little kitten, so he was very experienced.

Suddenly, Mag remembered something, and asked in his mind, "System, do you sell baby bottles?"

"System doesn't supply goods for babies," the system replied seriously.

"I don't have a lot of cash right now," Mag said calmly. "You'd better name a good price because it will be able to lick the milk from a plate after a few days. I don't really have to buy it."

"One high-quality baby bottle and you'll get a pet-bib for free. Only five gold coins!" This shining message went across Mag's head.

"Two free pet-bibs," Mag said after thinking about it.

"One high-quality baby bottle and two pet-bibs are ready in the counter. Please check," the system said, and then it disappeared immediately.

Mag opened the door and found a brand-new baby bottle and two lovely pet-bibs. They were just perfect for feeding the kitten.

He didn't want to buy milk from the system, because he didn't know whether or not it would sell ingredients that were not included in the recipes; even if it would, the milk would probably be very expensive—it might be produced by cows raised in some holy land.

He didn't have much money now, and he had to save money to buy strength, so he couldn't spend money randomly.

Amy nodded. "Okay." She put Ugly Duckling back into the basket and softly covered it with the blanket. Then she stood up and took hold of Mag's hand. She walked a few steps and turned to look in the direction of the basket, a little worried. "But, Father, what if it woke up when we went out? Would it be scared? I feel it looks on me as its mother."

Mag shook his head, smiling. "I don't think it will wake up soon," he said. It won't take long to buy some milk. Amy is pretty smart. She knows that she has earned its trust since it saw her first.

It's the first time that she raises a pet. Even though she said some bad things about it, I can tell she likes it very much.

Amy nodded. "Then let's go now and come back early." She took Mag's hand and walked towards the door.

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Chapter 56: Is This Tofu Pudding Sweet Or Savory?

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Indeed, it didn't take them long to buy a bamboo jar of sheep's milk. Mag only spent 20 copper coins on it and got another bamboo jar for free, which made him wonder if he was a little greedy. As they walked past the magic potion shop on the way back, they teased Black Coal and Green Pea again.

When they came back and opened the door, they heard the kitten's cry; it sounded a little anxious.

"Don't be afraid, Ugly Duckling. You're so ugly, so you'll be safe even if you're alone," Amy said as she slid under Mag's arm and ran towards it.

Her way of comforting it is really… different. Smiling, Mag walked in and put the milk on the counter. The little towel was a mess now, and the kitten was staring at Amy with its two paws on the edge of the basket like an abandoned child, its eyes watering—a pitiful sight.

"Okay, fine. We'll take you with us next time. You little troublemaker." Amy let out a sigh. She reached out and stroked its head, and it immediately stopped crying and narrowed its eyes, enjoying her stroking.

Mag smiled. She is always talking about eating it, but since they live together, she will surely bond with it.

He didn't want to tell her what she should do, because it was best if she could figure out by herself that friends and playmates were important. She had already turned Black Coal into her friend.

She said she wanted to eat it simply because she had a little obsession with roast goose, and it was nothing more than that.

Mag took the baby bottle from the counter and went into the kitchen. He put the nipple and tube into boiling water to kill the bacteria; then, he poured some milk into the clean bottle and warmed the bottle with some warm water. He dripped some on the back of his hand to test the temperature, put the lid on the jar, placed it in the fridge, and walked out with the baby bottle.

Mag crouched down beside her. "What is this, Father?" Amy asked curiously as she watched the bottle in Mag's hand. The sheep's milk is in a transparent bottle that has a soft thingy on it. What's it for? she thought.

"Meow." Ugly Duckling saw the bottle too. It must have smelled the milk. Its eyes were shining, and it was licking its lips. Apparently, it was starving.

"This is a baby bottle. It's for feeding babies and baby animals. Like this." Mag smiled and put the nipple to the cat's mouth. The pleasant smell of the milk and its own instinct drove it over to the nipple, and it sucked on it happily. The white sheep milk flowed from the corner of its mouth and dropped on its white hair on the chest. It really liked it.

The sugar content is relatively low in sheep's milk, and Ugly Duckling is like a one to two weeks old kitten, and it's a wild one, so it should be able to digest sheep's milk,Mag thought. If it doesn't work, I'll buy formula from the system. It may not be very cheap, though.

Amy's eyes brightened. "It's so interesting. Father, can I feed it?" she asked expectantly.

"Sure. But don't dirty it, because it is too small to be washed now. So, we have to wear a pet-bib around its neck." Mag handed the bottle to Amy and took out a flower-patterned bib from the counter. He had wanted to remove the bottle first and then tie the bib, but the little thing seemed to have read his mind—it sucked on the nipple tight. Mag had no choice but to make Amy lift the bottle up and then tie it on while it was still drinking.

"Well, I'll leave it to you then. This bottle of milk should be enough. I'll go prepare the ingredients for lunch," Mag said as he looked at Amy who was carefully feeding the kitten with the bottle in her two hands.

Amy nodded. "Okay. Don't worry, Father." Then she watched Ugly Duckling as it was enjoying its milk. "Is it that good?" she muttered, wondering.

It seemed like Ugly Duckling had understood her words; it nodded while suckling.

Mag went into the kitchen and washed his hands; then, he took out several pieces of meat from the fridge, cut them into large chunks, and put them in a large jar to marinate.

The meat was the most important. Last night, he had marinated enough meat for today and tomorrow, and it would be perfect by tomorrow morning. Now he had to marinate the meat for the day after tomorrow to make sure it had the best texture, and that his roujiamos' taste was consistent as well as delicious.

When Mag had finished, he went to check Amy's feeding job, and found Amy sitting on the ground, holding the bottle in her hands and suckling happily. Leaning on the edge of the basket, Ugly Duckling looked up at Mag, and then at Amy, who was drinking its milk; tears were welling up in its eyes.

You can never leave the feeding job to a little foodie. Now she has robbed the kitten of its milk… Mag made a sour smile. "Amy, why are you drinking Ugly Duckling's milk? It has nothing to drink now."

"Because I was afraid it would be too much for it, so I helped it out." She took another suck and turned to look at the kitten. "Right, Ugly Duckling?"

"Meow…" Ugly Duckling cried out reluctantly. It gave Mag a sad look and wagged its little tail.

This pet cat has no say in anything at all, Mag thought as he looked at it wagging its tail. The fat cat he had raised in his previous life would barely eat meat even if he put it near its mouth.

"Do you like sheep's milk?" Mag asked as he watched Amy drinking the milk.

Amy nodded vigorously. "Yes, I love it!" She never let the nipple out even when she spoke.

Mag nodded, smiling. "Then next time we'll buy some for you too. The calcium in it will help you grow tall." Seldom had Amy had sheep's milk before. Mag was too preoccupied with the restaurant these days to notice this.

He bought another baby bottle from the system. It couldn't be helped; after all, Amy and Ugly Duckling couldn't share one bottle. He warmed half a bottle of milk for the kitten and poured half a bottle for Amy. Looking at the two little things suckling cheerfully, Mag's heart felt warm. He had one more family member now.

Suddenly, the system's voice sounded in Mag's head. "New mission: Sell 1,000 la zhi roujiamos in 10 days. After the mission is completed, you'll be able to unlock a new recipe—tofu pudding. So far, you've sold 48."

"1,000, again! How original! System, you can do better than that!" Mag curled his lip. Actually, he had recognized the difference; he had to sell 1,000 roujiamos this time. The system had learned after his crowdfunding strategy last time.

"The reason I set this number for you is to make you popularize the restaurant as soon as possible. Don't play games with me. You have to study hard, run the restaurant carefully, and get on the right path to becoming the God of Cookery," the system said seriously.

"Fine. The mission isn't very difficult. But I'm curious—is this tofu pudding sweet or savory?" Mag asked concernedly.

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Chapter 57: System, Can We Do Presales?

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There were many people who preferred the sweet tofu pudding, and just as many who preferred it savory; their argument dated a long time back. There were also a few people who liked the spicy tofu pudding, but their presence was hardly noticed.

Whenever a discussion took place, the sweet tofu pudding people and the savory ones would start a holy war to decide the one authentic taste of the tofu pudding. They really hated each other.

Being a firm advocator of the savory tofu pudding, Mag would certainly choose the savory.

Sprinkle some chopped zha cai 1 , papery dried shrimp, wood-ear mushrooms, and garlic onto the tender tofu pudding, and then add some soy sauce—it's heaven on earth if you can get such a bowl of hot savory tofu pudding in winter.

What the heck is sweet tofu pudding…

Mag had nothing against people who preferred the sweet tofu pudding, but he hated it when restaurants only sold the sweet tofu pudding.

Once in his previous life, he had gone to eat in a pretty famous restaurant. It had been a cold day in winter; he had wanted to eat some hot tofu pudding to warm his body, but had been told only the sweet flavor was available.

He didn't use his usual vicious tongue that time. Instead, he took a good picture of the restaurant's signboard, gave a clear indication of its location, and added a super appetizing picture of the savory tofu pudding; he then said on his microblog, "It feels really good to have a bowl of delicious savory tofu pudding in cold winter."

That was the first positive feedback he had given, and he had millions of fans. His comment even made the top searches for a few minutes.

Later he heard the owner of that restaurant added the savory flavor to the menu because many savory tofu pudding people became angry when they went there and found only the sweet flavor available. He heard that restaurant's customers had tripled after that.

However, the owner was a sweet tofu pudding person, and he lost his faith. People said that he sold his restaurant at a high price and opened a bar.

Now Mag felt it was quite reasonable for him to be transported to this world.

As a savory flavor person, of course, Mag wanted to sell the savory tofu pudding; this way, he could satisfy himself as well as make the savory tofu pudding well-known in this world.

Suddenly, Mag realized a serious problem. Which would Amy like? The savory or the sweet flavor? He took a look at Amy, who was holding the bottle drinking happily, and then frowned. She might have inherited my preference. But if not… which does her mother like?

"You will unlock both flavors," the system replied after a while.

Mag nodded. "That will be fine." Now he was a little worried that Amy would prefer the sweet flavor… But even if that was the case, he could do nothing; after all, she was his daughter. He would forgive her and those who preferred the sweet tofu pudding.

Besides, he was not a customer anymore, but an owner. If he only sold the savory flavor, those who favored the sweet tofu pudding wouldn't be very pleased.

Although tofu pudding might not exist in this world, he liked it when his customers were enjoying his food. He felt most satisfied every time he saw them smile.

Mag nodded slightly. "Right. I'll complete the mission asap." Then he hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "But I want to have some savory tofu pudding now. Can we do presales this time?"

"…" A very long ellipsis went across Mag's head. "Take your mission seriously! Show some respect!" the system shouted, and its voice was almost like a roar, accompanied by some electrical noise.

"All right, all right. I hear you, loud and clear." If he could cover his ears in his head, he would have done it. He had never thought that the system had such a short temper.

Actually, he wasn't very serious about the idea of presales. Now, the most important thing was to make his restaurant well-known. Obviously, roujiamo was his best solution, since it was fast to make and easy to take out. He would focus on selling roujiamos for a few days.

Mag took a look at the two little things drinking the sheep milk happily and went into the kitchen. As he watched the milk on the cooking bench, he suddenly remembered that in his previous life, the unprocessed fresh sheep milk didn't taste very good, but his daughter and the kitten were really enjoying it. Out of curiosity, he poured himself some in a bowl and took a sip.

Mag's eyes brightened instantly. This sheep's milk was thick, tasty, and a little sour; the sourness didn't affect its taste, but instead stimulated Mag's appetite. He finished his half bowl of milk in no time, and the aftertaste of the milk remained in his mouth after he swallowed.

This sheep's milk was much better than the processed cow milk and sheep milk in his previous life. No wonder the two little things liked it that much. This world's sheep's milk was very different.

Looks like I need to buy a jar of sheep milk every day from tomorrow onwards. Mag put the lid on the jar and placed it in the fridge again. All three of them were really in need of nutrients right now. A jar of milk a day would do some good to their body.

Now that Amy had acquired a new playmate, she smiled more often now. Amy gave it a stroke after it finished eating, and it fell asleep again. She took it to its basket with dislike.

During lunch, Amy cradled Ugly Duckling in her arms. It looked up at Amy and meowed as she was eating Yangzhou fried rice. It seemed it wanted to eat it too.

"Father, can we feed it rainbow fried rice?" Amy asked as she had understood its intention.

Mag shook his head. "No. Maybe when it's bigger and has teeth." It was just a newborn kitten; it couldn't even eat baby food, let alone fried rice.

"Meow…" Ugly Duckling seemed to have understood Mag's words. It bared its several milk teeth and meowed at him.

Mag looked at its teeth with surprise. This world's oviparous cat is truly different. It has teeth on the first day of birth. Then he looked closely and shook his head. "The teeth are too small. You have to wait a few days."

"Meow." Ugly Duckling lowered its head in frustration. It lay in Amy's arms and shrugged, seeming to be a little upset.

"It's no use getting angry. We won't let you eat it. But if you really want to eat it…" Amy watched as Ugly Duckling raised its head slowly, and then she brought a spoon of fried rice to her mouth, smiling. "… you can watch me eat."

Ugly Duckling burst into tears immediately. It lay in Amy's arms, motionless and expressionless.

Mag shook his head with a smile. Just looking at them was enough to make him happy.

After lunch, Mag cleared the table and warmed two bottles of milk for them. Now, Amy didn't have to rob Ugly Duckling of its food.

I'll make the restaurant full of customers someday, and this impactful la zhi roujiamo is a start! Mag thought with a smile as he opened the door.

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Chapter 58: A Dream That Has Been Found Again

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When Mag opened his door, a young man who had been waiting outside looked up at him immediately. "Mag, I heard your restaurant has a new dish today? I was pretty busy, but I have left my shop to my employees and come here to try it," he said expectantly. He had short, blond hair.

Mag nodded, smiling. "Yes. But it's only a trial sale today." This young man was called Proll Musan, aged around 28, and also owned a shop on the Aden Square. He sold fragrant incense, which was brought here from the faraway capital of the Roth Empire. His commodities had won the favor of women from many species. He had five employees, and business was good for him.

When he walked around here yesterday morning, he came across this fancy restaurant. He felt he had found his way after a plate of Yangzhou fried rice, so he ate his lunch and dinner here too. He'd also brought his two neighbors here when he'd come in the evening.

He didn't come for breakfast this morning. Perhaps he had heard from his friends that Mag's restaurant had launched a new dish, so he came early and waited outside.

"Then I'd like one, please. But what's this new dish exactly?" Proll asked curiously as he walked in.

"It's called la zhi roujiamo," Mag replied with a smile.

La zhi roujiamo? What is it? Proll frowned. I know what rou (meat) and mo (bread) are, but they can be put together and become a dish?

He remembered that when he'd asked Mag what Yangzhou fried rice meant, the latter had only said that Yangzhou was a very beautiful place.

Looks like Mag has just named his dishes randomly. But, he is such a talented cook that he can make such delicious food, and my understanding of "good food" has been completely torn apart, Proll thought, and took a seat.

Mag nodded. "Please wait a second." He went towards the kitchen. When he walked past the counter, he saw Amy was crouching, stroking Ugly Duckling's back hair ceaselessly. Cats are indeed very addictive, especially cute small ones. Even Amy can't resist it.

Mag had already prepared the bai ji bread and stewed meat beforehand. He took a loaf of bread from the oven, sliced it open, stuffed the chopped meat inside, and added some gravy. Then he put it in a bag, walked out of the kitchen, and handed it to Proll. "Your la zhi roujiamo," Mag said, smiling.

Proll took it. "Smells great!" The meat aroma really intrigued him; it was more impactful than Yangzhou fried rice. He swallowed in spite of himself.

The kraft bag was clean and exquisite, with a cute half-elf's back on it. He remembered Mag had a lovely half-elf daughter, but he hadn't expected that he would use her back as a trademark. He is very brave and interesting; a good father.

He did business with all the species, so he knew very well the difficult position the hybrids were in.

As a businessman, Proll didn't discriminate; besides, Mag's little girl was so cute that every customer liked her. Is she not here today?

Proll took his mind off them and looked at the aromatic food in the bag—a whole loaf of white bread was sliced open and stuffed with appetizing meat. So that's how it got its name. Is this meat called 'la zhi rou'?

Wondering, Proll couldn't resist its aroma; he opened his mouth and took a bite, full of expectations.

The delicious taste practically burst out in his mouth right away. The tasty gravy stimulated his every taste bud, making him feel most satisfied. While the Yangzhou fried rice was gentle like a sweet spring, this roujiamo was much more violent, just like strong liquor. It had turned into a hot current, making his blood pumping.

"Ah!" Proll opened his eyes immediately and let out a sigh of admiration. He felt his blood pumping like he had felt when he'd first bared his heart to the girl next door. He was young, and he felt he had retrieved his vitality.

He always kept his smile while doing business with different species; he had even forgotten what a genuine smile should be like.

Now, he felt he had found the urge to smile again. The food was so delicious that it made him feel good and want to smile.

Proll took another bite, and another, and he kept his happy smile all the while. He came to this Chaos City at 17 and started as a petty worker. He crawled, cried, failed, and won. At last, he'd gained a foothold here and opened his own shop on this Aden Square. Ten years had passed; he had long forgotten what he'd looked like when he'd first come here.

Years of comfort seemed to have made him forget that he had dreamed of opening ten shops and becoming somebody when he first came here and laid his eyes on this grand, vast Aden Square.

After he finished his roujiamo, Proll looked up at Mag all of a sudden. "Mag, I think I'll open a second shop," he said, smiling.

Mag nodded with a smile. "Good for you." He didn't know why he had said that, but it seemed the roujiamo had given him strength, and he liked it.

"Please give me another one. I'm sure this blood-pumping food will be popular all over the city," Proll said with certainty.

Mag nodded. "Thank you. Please wait a moment." Then he went into the kitchen and made another one.

Slowly, Proll finished his second one. He fumbled out a purse from his clothes. "Mag, I'd like to buy five more for my employees," he said as he looked at Mag.

Mag shook his head slightly. "Today's roujiamos are only samples. Each customer can only buy three at most." The trial sale had been meant to draw some attention and make preparations for the official sale tomorrow, so he didn't make a lot.

Proll nodded. He was a businessman himself, so he could understand. "Oh, I see. I'll buy one, then. One boy's father has passed away; he is feeling a little down. Hope your food will give him some strength and cheer him up."

Mag watched as Proll walked out. He collected the gold coins on the table. Then another customer came. "Mag, a new dish has come out today, right? What's that aromatic thing in that man's hand?" he asked.

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Chapter 59: Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow

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Mag had prepared more than 30 loaves of bread for lunch, and they sold out in a little while. The aroma of meat really whetted many customers' appetite; they asked Mag to make some more.

However, there was nothing he could do. He had only prepared that many, so those who came first would be served first. He needed at least two hours to knead the dough and stew the meat; it was not like the Yangzhou fried rice which only took him several minutes to make a plate of.

Customers were interested in the exquisite bag too. One even said he would use it as a little money bag. They thought the drawing on the back was extremely cute. Their compliments made Amy elated.

By dinnertime, more people had heard about this and more customers came. The Yangzhou fried rice and roujiamo made them crazy. They were cooked in a unique way, but their taste was intoxicating. They had completely subverted their concept of food.

To be sure, they were expensive, but Chaos City was never short of wealthy people. They wouldn't mind spending some gold coins to treat themselves to a decent meal.

"Sorry. Today is only a trial sale, and we've sold out. We'll start serving it officially tomorrow. But since it takes time to prepare, the quantity for each meal is limited. Come back early tomorrow if you can." Mag showed the last customer out with a smile and turned over the sign. He breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had eaten Yangzhou fried rice and roujiamo, he felt a little tired after a long day.

He had sold more than 90 roujiamos today. The number of plates of Yangzhou fried rice he had sold, because of roujiamo, was a little less than before—over 50 plates. In total, he'd made more than 360 gold coins of profit today.

He needed to wake up early tomorrow to knead more dough to make more bread. He had to sell 1,000 roujiamos to unlock the tofu pudding.

Now that he was an owner of a restaurant, he decided to take no part in the conflict between the savory tofu pudding people and the sweet ones anymore.

He was a little curious, though. Will the people here be like the people in my previous life? Will some be into the savory flavor and others the sweet flavor? Hope they can get along well. If not, maybe they would duel every day in a ring if there were one outside the restaurant.

Amy's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Father, you must be very tired. Let me massage your shoulders," Amy said to him, holding Ugly Duckling in her arms.

"Meow, meow…" said Ugly Duckling, seeming to agree with Amy.

Mag looked at the two lovely things and then stroked Amy's head. "Don't worry. Father is not tired. Sit there and wait for me. If you feel sleepy, go wash up and sleep," he said, shaking his head.

Amy shook her head. "No. I'll wait for you today." Then she gave Ugly Duckling's head a stroke. "Right, Ugly Duckling?"

"Meow," Ugly Duckling said with a yawn. It nodded in agreement, but its unwillingness was written all over its face.

Mag nodded, smiling. "Then I'll hurry up." He cleared the plates, wiped all the tables clean, and mopped the floor. By the time he was done, a half of an hour had passed.

Amy was sitting on the long-legged chair, half-asleep, and Ugly Duckling was already out in her arms.

Mag untied his apron, hung it up, dried off his hands, and walked over to Amy. "Put it in the basket; we'll go upstairs and sleep," he said in a soft voice as he stroked Amy's hair.

Amy nodded. "Okay."

"Meow…" Ugly Duckling seemed to have heard him; it woke up and gave Mag a sullen look. Then it shook its head as it held Amy's dress with its little pink paws and didn't want to leave.

Amy shook her head. "No, Ugly Duckling. Father said you have to sleep here in your basket." Then she picked it up and held it against her chest. "Besides, you're so ugly; if I woke up and saw your face in the middle of the night, I might kick you out of the bed in fright," she said as she left the chair.

Mag couldn't help but laugh. It seemed she didn't need to be taught by him; she was born with a vicious tongue.

"Meow, meow!" said Ugly Duckling, trying to prove it was not that ugly. But Amy shoved it into the little basket and covered it with the blanket.

Then she stood up. "Ugly Duckling, go to sleep; I'll play with you tomorrow if you behave," she said as she waved her hand. Then she took Mag's hand and was about to go upstairs.

"Meow, meow, meow, meow…" Ugly Duckling slipped out from under the little blanket quickly. It put its little paws on the edge of the basket and cried sadly like a deserted little cat as it watched Amy's back.

Amy stopped her feet and glanced back at the kitten that was about to cry. "Father, it seems scared. Can we take it upstairs? I'll try not to kick it out of the bed," Amy asked as she looked up at Mag.

Mag took a look at the pitiful kitten and then at the expectant Amy. These two little things were so adorable that he couldn't resist their double cuteness attack. He had no choice but to nod. "All right. Let's take it upstairs."

"Yes." Amy smiled delightedly, but when she turned around, she hid her smile and picked up the kitten with a sour face. "You're so difficult. Cover your face tonight. Don't try to scare me." She sighed.

"Meow, meow," Ugly Duckling said happily. Then it positioned itself comfortably in Amy's arms, rubbed its little head against her chest, and closed its eyes in contentment.

When they were upstairs, Amy put the sleeping kitten on one side of her little bed and carefully put its little head on the pillow. Then she went to wash up with Mag.

Mag helped Amy take a bath, bought another cute bluish violet set of sleepwear for her from the system, dried off her hair, and carried her to the little bed.

As soon as she lay down, Ugly Duckling reached out its little paws and held her arm, putting its little head against her arm too.

"You're so heavy." Amy pushed it away impatiently. "Good night, Father…" she said softly as she looked at Mag, yawning.

"Night." Mag stroked her hair with a smile, and she fell asleep quickly.

Ugly Duckling approached her again in sleepiness and still wanted to hold her arm and press its face against her.

Mag shook his head, smiling. Such a clingy little thing. He tucked them in, turned off the light, took his sleepwear, and went to take a bath quietly.

After the bath, Mag lay on his bed comfortably. "System, I think we need something special on the menu. Whether the Yangzhou fried rice or the roujiamo, they are not exactly a main dish," Mag said in his mind.

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Chapter 60: Customers Lining Up Outside

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Yangzhou fried rice was good, and so was roujiamo, but eating them every day was kind of boring.

He knew he would get access to the tofu pudding after this new mission, but he still wanted to trick the system into unlocking one or two other dishes.

"Since you didn't take your last mission seriously and used a shortcut, you have triggered a hidden mission: get 1,000 customers to eat in the restaurant, and then you can unlock the recipe for the braised chicken and rice. You have 15 more days. Each individual will be counted as one customer. If you fail the mission, your strength will be decreased by 0.5. You have got 155 customers by now," the system said after a while.

That means I have to get 845 different customers eating here in 15 days? Mag raised an eyebrow. It was much more difficult than selling 1,000 roujiamos. After all, some customers could eat several roujiamos each time, and there were regulars; one man might buy a dozen in a few days.

However, getting 1,000 different customers was another matter entirely. If he could do that, his restaurant would definitely be filled with customers.

Unfortunately, he had only attracted 155 customers since his business had started. If he failed this hidden mission, his strength would be decreased; that was a real problem for him.

He wasn't worrying about business now, but about regular customers. New customers might not be able to get the food because of regulars, and that would end up with a slowdown in the new customers' growth in number.

Eat in the restaurant are the key words. It would seem I have to control the take-out quantity. I have to get some publicity and at the same time try to meet the needs of customers, Mag thought, and his eyes lit up when he thought about the braised chicken and rice.

Braised Chicken and Rice, Lanzhou Beef Noodles, and Shaxian Delicacies were perhaps China's three largest restaurant chains.

In his previous life, Mag had tried some authentic braised chicken and rice in several restaurants. Although, as always, he had engaged in vicious criticism, the taste had been truly excellent. The chicken had been very fresh and tender; the broth had been very tasty. After he finished eating the chicken, he had added a bowl of rice into the pot and made some delicious chicken-flavored rice.

Now that he thought about it, he found that he had been indeed too picky. His face became sour when he remembered his vicious comments. Damn it. Even if I finish the mission and get the recipe, I have to be prepared, because I may have to spend hundreds of days in the test field.

Everything gets a return.

Mag complained the God who had devised such a cooking standard in his mind and then fell asleep quickly.

The next morning, he was awakened by Amy's voice. He turned on the bedside lamp, sat up, and looked towards Amy's small bed. Amy was sitting on her bed, seeming to have just awakened too. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked around. "Father, where is Ugly Duckling?" she asked as she looked at Mag, confused.

Mag was surprised. Didn't it fall asleep on Amy's arm?

"Meow!" The sound was a little unhappy, and came from under the bed.

Amy and Mag looked under the bed at the same time. They didn't know when it'd got there. It was looking up at Amy sadly like a young wife that had been kicked out of bed. Its eyes looked awfully sad.

Amy laughed. "Ugly Duckling, did I kick you out of bed?" she asked merrily as she lay on her stomach on the edge of the bed.

Ugly Duckling nodded as if it had understood her words. Now it looked even more aggrieved. It lifted its little paw, seeming to ask for hugs.

Mag smiled too and felt a little sorry for it.

Amy gave a shrug. "I told you that you might be kicked out and you didn't believe me. You'd better sleep in your little basket next time." Then she looked at Mag, and asked, "Father, do we need to get up now?" She yawned.

Mag took a look at the clock—it was only 4:50. He got out of his bed, picked up the palm-sized, soft Ugly Duckling, and put it onto the little bed. "It's too early," he said with a smile, shaking his head. "You two go back to sleep. I'll prepare the ingredients."

Amy nodded. "Then I'll sleep some more." She held Ugly Duckling's head as it was trying to climb into her arms. "Ugly Duckling, don't claw at my clothes. They were newly bought by Father. If you ruin them, I won't allow you to come onto the bed again."

Ugly Duckling stopped moving immediately and nodded. "Meow…" Then it closed its eyes on the comfort of the quilt.

Amy nodded, satisfied. "Good." She lay back on the bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep again.

Smiling, Mag tucked her in and covered the little kitten with the quilt better. Body temperature was very important to it.

Mag changed into his clothes, washed up, and went downstairs to prepare ingredients for roujiamo. This morning, he planned to make four batches of bread—64 roujiamos. He should be able to sell them out in one and a half hours of the breakfast time.

At 7 am, Mag went upstairs and woke Amy up. When she washed up, she insisted on brushing Ugly Duckling's teeth.

Mag chuckled and explained for a long time to talk her out of it. At last, she threatened it into rinsing its mouth for a few times.

Amy nodded as she was brushing her teeth. "Okay. We'll brush your teeth when they grow bigger," she said as she watched Ugly Duckling lick its lips and swallow.

Ugly Duckling stared at the little brush and foam in Amy's mouth and slowly stepped back towards the door—it was a little scared.

The sheep milk Mag had bought yesterday was already finished. He didn't have time to buy any until the breakfast time was over.

During breakfast, lying in Amy's arms, Ugly Duckling watched as Mag and Amy ate roujiamo and Yangzhou fried rice, its eyes glittering. As no one wanted to feed it, it sadly covered its eyes with its paw, trying to block the torturous sight.

Amy took a bite of her roujiamo. "Ugly Duckling, I can see your eyes through your paw. You can watch if you want, but we won't give it to you," she said as she looked down at it, smiling.

Ugly Duckling averted its eyes, removed its little paw, and looked up, expressionless.

Mag shook his head with a smile. After breakfast, he cleared the table and then opened his restaurant at half past seven.

As always, Mobai came here first, waiting outside, but behind Mobai, he found several others lining up spontaneously. Their faces lit up when Mag opened the door; several smiled, and said, "Good morning, Mag."

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Chapter 61: Mag, You Must Be A Genius!

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Mag was a little surprised. It looked like his trial sale yesterday was pretty successful—customers had lined up outside his restaurant in the early morning. Mag smiled and nodded. He turned over his "Open" sign and turned sideways to let them in.

Mobai came in first. "Mag, seems like I have to come here earlier from now on. Maybe the line will reach the other end of the square someday," he said, smiling. "I'll have two plates of Yangzhou fried rice. Roujiamo is more for violent young men."

Mag nodded. "Okay. Please wait a sec."

"Mag, I'd like one plate of the new dish. What's it called again?" asked the small-eyed man that followed Mobai in. He took a seat.

"It's called la zhi roujiamo. You can find it on the menu," Mag replied with a smile. The system had added the new dish and its price onto the menu and saved Mag a lot of trouble.

In addition to that, on the back of the menu, Mag had asked the system to put down two rules in gold letters: A, no yelling in the restaurant; B, cash only, no credit allowed!

As for other rules, he decided to add them later. After all, he didn't know what he would encounter running a restaurant in this world. He decided to make new rules when new problems appeared.

A comfortable dining environment was a basic rule; nobody liked to be disturbed when enjoying their meal.

He only accepted cash because he didn't want to collect debts. He was running this restaurant to make money and give Amy and himself a better life; his restaurant was not a charitable organization.

Only people who were good to them—like Luna—didn't have to pay once in a while; surely others had to pay. The ingredients cost a lot, and Mag was in an urgent need of money, so he wouldn't provide meals free.

"I'd like one roujiamo, no, two. I have wanted to try it when I walked past here and watched them eat last night," a fat man said, and seated himself.

They all walked in and some looked at the menu. Since roujiamo only cost half as much as Yangzhou fried rice, they all ordered roujiamo first.

After Mag took everyone's orders, he turned around and went into the kitchen.

The loaves of bai ji bread were lying ready inside the oven, and the stewed meat was well-cooked, so he only needed to stuff the meat into the bread to make a roujiamo.

"Good morning, dwarf grandpa Mobai," Amy said as she sat on a long-legged chair, holding Ugly Duckling in her arms. She also exchanged greetings with other customers that she had met these days, but she referred to them by odd nicknames.

For instance, she called the small-eyed man "Squint-eyed Man", and the fat one "Big Squint-eyed Man" because his eyes were narrowed by his fat to a squint, but he was bigger, so she called him "Big Squint-eyed man" to distinguish him from the small-eyed man.

With regard to Amy's strange way of nicknaming them, customers had no choice but to accept their nicknames with a smile.

After all, Mag's cooking was so good, and the little girl was so adorable—they were unable to get mad at all.

Mobai nodded, smiling. "Morning, little owner." Then he noticed Ugly Duckling's little head in Amy's arms. "What's that? A cat?" he asked curiously.

The other customers also looked at the little bundle in Amy's arms with curiosity. It was fluffy, like a cat, and had orange and white hair, very cute. They had only seen solid-colored cats before, and most of them were white or black; they had never seen such a strange-colored cat in their life.

Ugly Duckling looked over the customers with its sapphire eyes out of curiosity. It had almost slept a whole day yesterday, so it was seeing that many people for the first time. Seeing that they were all staring at it, it bared its teeth and growled by instinct.

Amy shook her head. "No, it's an ugly duckling." She gave the Ugly Duckling's head a press. "Stop, Ugly Duckling. Don't disturb the customers," she said.

"Meow…" Ugly Duckling stopped obediently and lay comfortably in Amy's arms again. It yawned, cast a glance at them from the corner of its eye, and closed its eyes to sleep again, ignoring them all.

They felt they had been disdained by a cat, and the looks on their faces became a little strange, but they couldn't get mad at a little girl, let alone at a cat.

"An ugly duckling?"

They were a little confused when they heard Amy's words; they didn't have the slightest clue why this cute kitten was an ugly duckling.

However, on second thought, they found it quite reasonable since it was Amy who had named it, and Amy nicknamed people at random and had a vicious tongue. Maybe it was its fate to have that name because its master was Amy.

Mag walked out with their roujiamos while they were waiting expectantly. It was much faster to cook. Then he went back into the kitchen to make Yangzhou fried rice.

Mobai didn't mind. He had come here first, but he was willing to wait a little longer for good food.

The small-eyed man took a sniff of the roujiamo and took a bite. The tasty food raged in his mouth. After he swallowed, it seemed like something inside his blood was trying to get out. Despite himself, he closed his eyes and let out a long, satisfied sound, happiness written all over his face.

The fat man, Harrison, glanced at the small-eyed man. He is too easily impressed. He cast a disdainful look at him. I'm pretty expectant about this roujiamo too, but I won't react so exaggeratedly like him.

He opened his mouth and took a large bite. His eyes widened in an instant.

The tasty grave seeped out as he bit into the well-cooked meat, and blended with the soft, sweet bai ji bread. The food was so delicious that he felt the fat all over his body was shaking as if it were cheering and dancing in excitement.

One could tell from his body shape that he was very fond of eating. His family owned three banks, so he never worried about money.

He once had had a huge spread that was worth hundreds of gold coins in the capital of the Roth Empire. Various precious ingredients had been cooked into tasty dishes, and he had thought those were the most delicious things in this world.

Now it seemed those were almost inedible compared to this bite of roujiamo. Their taste had been so heavily dependent on spices and seasonings that they were no match for such delicious gravy. Even the white bread outside was so sweet and tasty.

More surprisingly, after he swallowed, he felt as if he had drunk some strong liquor; the taste wasn't strong, though. His blood was beginning to pump as if it became violent all of a sudden. He felt his fat was burning and shaking slightly. A sheen of sweat covered his brow.

"Ah…" The fat man couldn't refrain from letting out a satisfied sound, and his was much louder than the small-eyed man's. He opened his eyes immediately. "How can something be this good in this world! Mag, you must be a genius!" he said to Mag as he walked out with a plate of Yangzhou fried rice.

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Chapter 62: The First Demon Customer

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"Mag, your roujiamo is very delicious, and can help me lose weight at that."

Harrison's excitement was partially because of the tasty food, and partially due to the feeling he felt after he swallowed it. His fat was slightly shaking as blood was pumping through his veins. He felt his fat was burning more violently than when his father forced him to practice with his sword.

What did this mean?

It meant if such a delicious thing was able to help lose weight, then that would be good news for the obese!

It was each and every foodie's dream to lose weight while wolfing down tasty food, but nobody had ever heard of the existence of such food.

Now, it seemed such food had appeared, and he had just eaten it. He could feel very strongly and clearly that his blood was rushing, and that his fat was burning.

Although I can't lose a lot of weight all of a sudden, one roujiamo still has almost the same effect as practicing with my sword for half an hour. Maybe I can lose weight by eating several of these every day instead of practicing with a sword, he thought.

Harrison became more excited when he thought about this. He didn't feel ashamed of his fat body, but it was quite natural for him to want to lose some weight; after all, he knew too well the uncomfortable feeling of panting after only a few steps.

He had several friends who were more or less in the same situation as him. They hung out together, eating and drinking a lot. They were fat too, just like him. He had planned to bring them here in a couple of days and show them what real delicious food was like.

Now that he had felt the fantastic effect of this roujiamo, he felt like bringing them here sooner. It's so good and can help lose weight. Perhaps only a genius like Mag can pull this off.

Mag watched the sweating Harrison, whose fat was still slightly shaking, and accepted his praise with a smile. He was also a little surprised, though.

Apparently, roujiamo has a stronger effect on fatter people. Look at the shaking speed of his fat! If it could help lose weight, that would be great. Maybe this point alone is enough to ignite a surge in the sales of roujiamo, Mag thought.

But the system said the frenzy elements in the pork would only affect the blood. Then why fat is being burnt now? Mag was a little confused.

"Severely obese people's veins would be pressed by fat," the system explained. "So, to an extent, the rushing blood would exercise the fat inside and around the veins and thus can help lose weight. But this effect stops when the blood flow is normal again, so it doesn't have much effect on moderately obese people. The main benefit of this la zhi roujiamo lies in its ability to stimulate the blood. It cannot be used to lose weight."

Now Mag understood. No wonder he and Amy didn't react like Harrison.

Still, this effect was good news for severely obese people. Even if they couldn't become lean by eating this roujiamo, at least they could become much healthier.

After system's explanation, Mag looked at Harrison, and said, "This losing-weight effect may only be effective until your body returns to normal. If you want to lose weight, dieting and exercising is still the best way."

This selling point would certainly popularize his roujiamo very fast, but there might be problems if it was not as effective as customers had expected.

The taste alone was worth the price, and these extra effects came free. Mag's roujiamo was so unique that even if there were knockoffs, he didn't have to worry about his business.

Harrison nodded. "Oh." He took a look at the small-eyed lean man and found that his face became rosy and refreshed, and that he indeed wasn't reacting the way he was. Then he thought on it and nodded with a smile. "Normal is good enough for me. Now I can't do anything in this shape. I can't even walk a few steps without breathing heavy. I'll bring my friends here tomorrow. They will love this roujiamo. Please give me another two."

Mag nodded, smiling. "Sure. Please wait a moment." Customers' friends were more than welcome now. He had to sell a large quantity of roujiamos and also reach the goal of getting 1,000 customers, which was not a small number.

Other customers also picked up their roujiamos and took a bite. They all showed a happy smile and let out a strange sound as they savored the tasty food in their mouth. The food was so powerful.

"I'd like one more please!"

"Me too!"

After just one bite, some customers already started to order again.

"I knew it. Father's food is the best," Amy muttered to herself as she stroked Ugly Duckling's hair. Looking at the happy customers, she grinned happily.

Outside, a big man named Sargeras frowned as he looked at the restaurant. This is a restaurant?

He had been to many places before, and arrived at this city several days ago. He couldn't remember how many times he had come here, and had never thought he could find a restaurant at this corner on the Aden Square this time. Looks like a human-owned restaurant from outside.

He took two steps forward and looked at the clear crystal glass. It was so transparent that he wanted to touch it with his lava-covered hand. Then he stopped immediately. It might break, and it must be very expensive. I don't have a lot of money on me.

He didn't have much money now; he had decided to go to the adventurer's guild to find some quests that were harder but paid better. He would continue his journey when he had enough money.

It wasn't very difficult for him to complete quests that were much harder for normal human adventurers, and the pay was very good. He could earn enough money to cover his next six months' travel expenses in just 15 days here. Then he would resume his journey in search of a way to get to a higher level.

Sargeras looked inside through the glass. He found several humans and a dwarf. They looked very happy, eating something from a small bag. Judging by their looks, the food seems to be tasty. Then he nodded after a little hesitation. Let me check it out. Human cuisine is truly the best on the whole continent. I'll have some breakfast and then go to the guild. He opened the door and walked in.

The bells rang. Mag was just putting down a plate of Yangzhou fried rice before Mobai. He looked towards the door and was a little startled when he saw who came in.

It was his first demon customer.

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Chapter 63: Owner, I'd Like One Of Those

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Sargeras smelled a strong meat aroma as soon as he opened the door. His eyes lit up in an instant.

Different from the aroma of grilled meat and boiled meat, it was much stronger and more appetizing. He had no idea what spices and seasonings had been added and how it had been cooked. He swallowed despite himself.

He didn't care much about decorations and didn't like it too fancy. This restaurant's decorations were relatively simple, but he froze for a moment when he saw a painting on the wall, in which were the Ghost Islands.

It was the first time that he had seen a painting of the Demon Islands in a human-owned restaurant. There were also other paintings on the wall, depicting places like the capital of the Roth Empire and the elves' Wind Forest. He took a look at Mag, who was in his plain black and white clothes. Apparently the owner is a man of the world.

But will he let me eat here? Sargeras stopped in his tracks.

Mag was looking over Sargeras too. He had seen demons occasionally these days when he went out. Demons came in many different looks—some demons had a blade of grass on the head, and some demons' heads were burning… They were, in short, the most abnormal beings.

Of course, succubi were not included. When he went out to buy sheep milk yesterday, he had seen a good-looking succubus. She had a beautiful voice and was pretty hot. She had been bargaining with a vendor. In only a few words, she had made the vendor sell her a bag of cucumbers—which had been priced at 15 copper coins—at five copper coins, and she had got some green onions for free! He had been really impressed.

Sargeras was the first demon customer to come to his restaurant. He was very large, even a head taller than Habeng Brothers. He looked very much like a human, though.

His eyes were dark red. Many cracks covered his bald head, face, neck, and hands, and inside the cracks was red lava, making him look like he had tattoos all over his body, looking a little scary.

His black outfit was neat and half-worn. The bottom of his leather boots had worn thin—he must have traveled a long way in them. The most conspicuous part was the scarlet cape over his shoulders, which drooped just below his waist, red like fire.

Humans who had lived a long time in Chaos City didn't fear demons too much. After all, they could see various species every day, and it was normal for them to have some demon neighbors.

Nonetheless, most of the humans didn't like dining with demons or forest trolls; they dared not talk loudly in their presence, so they would feel a little constrained.

That was why quite a few human-owned restaurants would make a special section for demons and trolls to eat, or they would simply put up a sign outside of their door, saying, "Demons and trolls are not allowed in the restaurant."

As for the restaurants owned by elves, they would make a separate, most comfortable section for elves, and wouldn't let dwarves, demons, and trolls in.

The customers looked toward Mag. They were all humans except Mobai. They didn't see a special section for demons here, so they were very curious what he would do.

Naturally, they didn't want him to eat here. Mag was a human himself, so they supposed he wouldn't let him in.

Mag read their minds from their looks. Kick him out?

No, he wouldn't do that!

He was thinking about getting some treasures from giant dragons someday. Demons were nothing compared to dragons.

As long as they ate in his place, they were his customers; he didn't discriminate.

"I recommend you reject some customers to give most of your clientele a good dining experience," the system said sincerely all of a sudden. "Or you can separate the restaurant into different sections and make strong species and weak ones eat in their designated sections, respectively, to avoid conflicts."

"Then you'll halve the mission quantity of getting 1,000 customers?" asked Mag calmly.

"The mission can't be changed after having been assigned! Take your missions seriously, or you'll trigger a hidden mission again!" system replied solemnly.

"Then why do you make me reject half of my customers? Do you take me for a fool?" Mag curled his lip.

"…" The system replied with an ellipsis.

"And, you will expand the restaurant for me?" Mag asked.

"System can only use the land you supply, and now that the restaurant is complete, you have no right to expand it currently," the system answered.

"It's so small, and you want me to make sections. There are 16 tables, so if one species gets one section, do you plan to make me allocate two tables to each species and label them 'Elves', 'Demons', 'Humans'… System, is this how the God of Cookery is supposed to run his restaurant?" Mag asked sarcastically.

"…" The system fell silent.

Seeing that the system didn't reply, Mag said no other word. He wouldn't separate his restaurant into sections, and wouldn't reject other species, because of his big dream of eradicating racism. As a half-elf, Amy was being discriminated against now. That was a fact he could not tolerate.

A protest parade was not a very practicable method in this world. He decided to start from instilling his idea into his customers, so he looked at the lava demon and smiled. "Welcome. Please take a seat."

Other customers looked at Mag with surprise. They had thought that he wouldn't let him in; after all, most of the customers that had come here these days were humans.

They had never thought that Mag would not only let him in, but it seemed he didn't plan to allocate a special section for demons. That way, he could sit wherever he wanted. Maybe he would sit next to them, or even at their table!

Thinking of this, some customers became a little nervous. All the species might be under the governance of the Gray Temple, and even normal humans could live in peace here.

However, even in a place where there were only humans, there would be conflicts, to say nothing of Chaos City. Humans were generally weak, so it was not very uncommon for humans to be killed by some demon, troll, or orc. Naturally, humans had grudges against them.

They took a look at the aromatic roujiamo in their hands, and then at Sargeras. After hesitating for a while, they got back to eating roujiamo at last.

To hell with it! With roujiamo this good, I would even dine with a giant dragon at the same table! they thought.

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Chapter 64: He… He Bursts His Clothes!

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Sargeras gave a nod, a little surprised himself. All these years, he had been rejected by many human-owned restaurants, and those that had let him in had put him in a designated area, making him feel like an outsider.

He hadn't expected that this skinny human was not afraid of him. His letting him sit wherever he wanted made him feel respected for the first time. He took a look around and seated himself at the corner near the door. No one had sat there before.

He hadn't had any breakfast, and the tantalizing meat aroma made him even hungrier. He pointed at the roujiamo in one customer's hands as he looked at Mag. "Owner, I'd like one of those." His voice was hoarse and dry as if he hadn't drunk any water in a long time.

Mag nodded. "Okay." He turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

"Wow, a big bald head!" Amy's eyes brightened as she saw Sargeras. She slipped down the chair, holding the little kitten in her arms, and walked over to his table. "Hello, Big Bald Head, I'm Amy. Are you a demon? What kind of demon? You have no hair at all; are you a bald demon?" Amy asked curiously as she looked up at him.

"Meow…" Ugly Duckling also raised its head and looked at Sargeras in Amy's arms. Neither of them showed any fear towards him.

Sargeras was taken by surprise—he had never been called a "Big Bald Head" to his face before. Being a lava demon, he had a short temper, violent like lava. Nobody had dared take him lightly even in the Demon Islands. In this Chaos City, normal humans always avoided him. He had never thought that this little girl would have dared call him that.

However, when he dropped his angry gaze to Amy, his anger vanished right away. Such a cute little girl!

She had silver hair, which had been braided into two braids, her adorable face was exquisite, and she had two pointy ears. It seemed she was a half-elf.

She was holding a white-and-orange fluffy animal in her arms. They were standing at his table, looking up at him, their deep blue eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation. He could see from their looks that their questions were not asked out of spite, but out of their innocent curiosity.

Once, he would have scared them off with some fireball, but this little girl was so cute he couldn't bear to frighten her into crying. Besides, she should be the owner's daughter. The owner just showed me respect, so I'll just let it go. Still, he gave a scowling look. "I'm Sargeras, a strong lava demon warrior, not some bald demon," he said.

Amy shrugged. "Sar… Sar… Big Bald Head. Your name is so difficult to pronounce. Big Bald Head is much better. I'll remember your name when I see you."

Sargeras' eyes were sullen with anger again. He would challenge the other party to a duel if before him were a man. No, he would give him a pyroblast directly and show him what would happen when he disrespected a lava demon.

But looking at Amy's frowning face, he wasn't able to get angry. How could he hurt such a little girl?

As a demon, Sargeras had seldom softened his heart or shown sympathy. He had killed a few humans for different reasons these years. Now, he could feel anger burning inside him, but he couldn't get it out; after all, the little girl had tried to say his name. He was even wondering if his name was truly a little difficult to remember.

Mag walked out, holding a roujiamo in his hands. "Your la zhi roujiamo," he said as he handed it to Sargeras. Then he stroked Amy's head, smiling. He had overheard most of their conversation. His little girl was both lovable and irritating.

Mag had a vicious tongue himself, so when he watched as customers got irritated by Amy and had to forgive her after they saw her face, he felt really good—it was a vicious pleasure.

Sargeras took the roujiamo in his hand, and diverted his attention from Amy to the roujiamo. It was steaming, giving off a pleasant meat aroma. He could see chopped meat inside the white bread.

He had been to many places, even the capital of the Roth Empire, but he had never seen a bread like this before. He couldn't help but take a bite.

An unprecedentedly delicious taste spread out in his mouth, making him close his eyes in spite of himself. Every taste bud of his was cheering and dancing happily. The taste was so different, totally unlike the meat he had ever had, and the crispy, soft, and sweet bread took the taste to another level. The food was so delicious that it moved him.

He was not much of a picky foodie. He often ate his food raw in the Demon Islands; at best, he would cook it on his hand. Then he left to look for a way to become stronger. Subsequently, he was exposed to human food slowly. He found that the food after being cooked had a much better texture and taste.

However, it was the first time he had eaten such tasty food. It was on another level entirely, like a little torch that had been turned into lava.

Mag took Amy's hand and backed away from him. The meat was from Demon Islands, and according to the system, it should have a strong effect on demons, so they had to take precautions.

After Sargeras swallowed, the roujiamo slid down his throat like a hot current. Instantly, he felt as if his throat were on fire, and this feeling spread in his blood quickly.

His blood seemed to be boiling, rushing in his veins like a galloping horse, surging and splashing. A flame appeared on his body, then another, like flowers blooming above the blood.

"Hoo!"

"Ah…"

With a shout, he opened his eyes suddenly. Flames rose from all over his body, about a dozen centimeters high.

Then the front of his clothes burst wide open. They watched as the cracks in his body widened and the golden red fluid flew inside; it was giving off horrible heat like the real lava.

"He… He burst his clothes!" Mag lifted an eyebrow. The look on his face became a little strange.

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Chapter 65: Pay, Demon!

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Not only did Sargeras burst his clothes, but his body was also going up in flames. The red lava inside the cracks in his skin had greatly raised the ambient temperature all of a sudden.

Mag was a little startled as he looked at Sargeras. What if a succubus ate this roujiamo… He didn't want to picture what would happen. He felt the need to add some warnings on the menu.

Fortunately, Sargeras' clothes were made of some special material, so they were not affected by the fire. He didn't have to suffer the embarrassment of having no clothes on.

Two customers who were just entering were also frightened by this scene. The strong meat aroma made them swallow, but the seemingly raging lava demon sent them closing the door and backing away from the restaurant quietly.

What has Mag done to that lava demon? Why is he in combat stance? The two customers walked a few steps, but couldn't tear themselves away from the tantalizing aroma, a little worried and surprised.

Lava demons were very powerful even among demons. They had destructive power and could burn down a house with several fireballs.

Mag is normally very kind and placid; how did he irritate that demon? If that big thing went on a rampage, he might tear this restaurant apart! they thought.

If the owner was powerful or had powerful backup, he wouldn't worry about people making trouble.

But Mag and Amy are alone, and they are no match for that powerful demon. They were a little worried that they might not be able to eat such delicious food like Yangzhou fried rice anymore. They had come here early today to try the new dish.

The customers in the restaurant knew that Sargeras was only like this because of the roujiamo. They felt their blood running hot too after eating the roujiamo, but the effect was not very dramatic, and they felt pretty comfortable.

However, they had never thought that this demon would react so drastically—he went directly into his combat stance! They were wondering what Mag had put into the roujiamo.

Sargeras rose to his feet and took several steps back. He didn't want to burn down the table. His blood and the lava over his body were rushing quickly. He felt the barrier that had been constraining him for so many years was finally starting to become loose. His heart was pounding with excitement.

He had tried countless ways since his power stopped growing 50 years ago. His footprints had covered more than half of the continent, yet he still hadn't found any solution.

He had never thought that a bite of roujiamo would make his blood pump and make him feel that he was able to get to another level. He felt sparks were ignited all of a sudden.

He felt that if he continued eating, those sparks would slowly turn into big fire, and he would rise from the fire, break through the barrier, and become the first lava demon to have gone to a higher level for a hundred years.

Then, he could carry out the plan he had devised 50 years ago, and that thing under the holy lake could surface again. He became a little excited.

While the others were holding their breaths watching Sargeras, wondering if there would be other changes, Amy pointed a finger at the ashes on the ground and said, "Father, he burnt down our chair." Then she lifted her eyes to look at Sargeras, her face full of seriousness. "You have to pay for that, Big Bald Head! You may be a demon, but my temper is very bad. Pay, or I'll set you on fire!"

"Meow!" Ugly Duckling became angry too. It growled at Sargeras, but its voice was a little cute.

Sargeras was still immersed in his excitement. He froze for a moment, looked down at the ashes of the chair, and scratched his bald head in embarrassment.

He was in a good mood now, so he didn't care if he had to pay for a chair. He restrained the fire, and the ambient temperature dropped a lot, but the golden red lava could still be seen flowing inside the cracks. "I'll pay for it. But, owner, I'd like another 10 roujiamos," he said with a wave of his hand.

Amy nodded. "Remember what you said." There was a hint of a warning in her eyes.

The small-eyed man put down the bag and rose from his table contentedly. "Little owner, can I have the check, please?" he said to Amy as he pulled out his purse. It feels so comfortable after a roujiamo in the early morning. The refreshing feeling is just so pleasant.

Amy nodded. "One roujiamo, three gold coins."

The small-eyed man took out three gold coins from his purse and put them on Amy's hand. "Here, three gold coins." Then, he said goodbye to Mag, walked sideways to keep his distance from Sargeras, and walked out.

"Three… Owner, your bread is three gold coins each?! Then how much do I owe you for this chair?" Sargeras asked as he looked at Mag with his widened eyes. He touched his purse subconsciously. As far as he was concerned, three gold coins was not expensive at all for such a powerful bread, but he only had a dozen gold coins in his purse now, so he couldn't afford to buy 10 roujiamos even if he didn't have to pay for that chair.

Other customers looked in their direction, wondering how much he had to pay for such a chair. The restaurant's decoration style made them comfortable. The tables and chairs were simple but not plain, of classic style.

Mag nodded, smiling. "Yes, roujiamo is three gold coins each." Then he cast a glance at the ashes and asked in his mind, "System, how much is this chair?"

"One customized chair, 10 gold coins," the system answered slowly.

Mag's mouth curled downwards. "10? Are you trying to rip him off?" Mag asked. Although the chair is of high quality, the price is a little too high.

"All the tables and chairs are made from the same tree, which was hundreds of years old and grew in the Wind Forest. The growth rings and coloration on them are completely identical, making them a real feast to the eyes. Now there are only five of these chairs left. You'd better order now while supplies last," the system answered calmly.

"You use elves' holy spring to water your rice, and use their hundreds of years old tree to make tables and chairs. You really have little regard for my life, don't you?" Mag didn't feel comfortable with the way the system did things.

Be that as it might, the system had really gone to great lengths to raise the restaurant's style. His restaurant might be the only one in the whole Chaos City to use tables and chairs made from trees in the Wind Forest.

"I have everything under control. Don't worry, and don't underestimate me," the system said, a little irritated.

Mag paid no mind to the system. He looked at Sargeras and said with a smile. "This chair is ten gold coins."

"Thirteen… Thirteen gold coins?!" Sargeras looked down at the gold coins in his hand.

Amy stood on tiptoe and took a look. "Thirteen gold coins, Big Bald Head," she said, nodding.

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Chapter 66: Burn, Big Bald Head!

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Mag took a look at the gold coins in Sargeras' hands—thirteen, no more, no less. He said he wanted 10 more. Looks like he doesn't have enough money on him today. Mag wanted to chuckle.

The two customers outside didn't see anything disturbing happen. They watched a small-eyed man walk out and leave satisfied and relaxed, so they figured it should be all right for them to eat here. They hesitated for a moment and walked inside.

"Owner, I think 10 gold coins is too much for a wooden chair. I can buy one with two. I'll give you four and buy another two roujiamos with the remaining six. What do you say?" Sargeras raised his voice, looking at Mag with his red eyes.

Sargeras always spoke bluntly with males. Now, he was using a much more polite tone because of roujiamo. Once, he would have held a big fireball in his hand.

The two men who had just walked in withdrew a little as they saw the angry lava demon. But when they heard his words, they were a little surprised. Looks like his stomach has succumbed to Mag's food.

He is haggling with a human just to get two roujiamos—this demon is hopeless,they thought.

Even a demon didn't care about losing face before this roujiamo. Their expectations had been raised a lot. They walked inside and seated themselves, waiting for Mag to deal with his problem first.

Obviously, Mag was not in the least frightened by Sargeras. He shook his head. "Sorry. All the tables and chairs are customized, and to make them more pleasant to the eye, they are all made from the same tree. Other chairs would break this uniformity, so they are not acceptable. A customized chair like this costs 10 gold coins."

Even a log from the depths of the Wind Forest was worth a lot in the capital of the Roth Empire. A 10-gold-coin chair that matched the style of the restaurant was definitely worth the money.

If it were not for the fact that the system could get its hands on a lot of precious things, Mag wouldn't be surprised if this chair were sold at 100 gold coins. He was just a little worried that elves might recognize their wood. It'd better not be some holy tree or something, Mag thought.

When the customers heard Mag's words, their eyes lit up. They were all starting to check the chairs and tables. Now they noticed that the growth rings on every table were identical, and even the coloration was the same. No wonder they felt the restaurant was so harmonious.

More surprisingly, there were 16 tables and 64 matching chairs in total, and they were all from the same tree! It must have been huge! No such tree existed around Chaos City.

Even if there were one in the depths of the faraway mountains, it would undoubtedly cost a fortune to cut it down, carry it out, and make it into tables and chairs of the same style.

The restaurant has gone through all this trouble to make tables and chairs for us customers! They felt really honored and respected.

Three gold coins is too expensive for a roujiamo? No, even six is worth the enjoyment of eating such a delicious roujiamo in such a fancy restaurant!

Some customers were already starting to feel that way. They set their eyes on other decorations. Even tables and chairs are so exquisite, so other fancy ornaments must be marvelous too.

On second thought, they decided they had to be more careful—they might have to pay a lot of money for every object they broke here.

Mag's words inadvertently raised the quality and class of the restaurant in customers' mind. Most of the people who came here in the early morning to eat a three-gold-coin roujiamo didn't have to work their as*es off for money; they were starting to truly live their life.

"I… I…" The flames on Sargeras suddenly rose again. He was truly very angry. He stuffed the half roujiamo in his mouth, chewed several times, and swallowed. The fire became even fiercer.

He had learned this time. He knew he had to keep away from the table and the door; after all, they looked more expensive. He was staring at Mag, ready to scare him with a big fireball.

Chairs were all the same as far as he was concerned. He decided that Mag's fancy words were meant to confuse and trick him into paying a lot. He wouldn't allow that to happen.

Amy was standing in front of Mag. She put Ugly Duckling on the floor. "Big Bald Head, you have to listen to my father, or I'll use my fireball on you," she said solemnly as she looked up at the lava-covered flaming Sargeras.

"Move away, kid. This is between me and your father," Sargeras said in a hoarse voice. Amy was cramping his style.

The customers became a little nervous. In their eyes, little Amy and weak Mag didn't stand a chance against the lava-covered flaming Sargeras.

Frowning, Mobai turned his head, but he didn't seem very worried. Amy's fireball had frightened Habeng, and Mag was certainly no ordinary man, so he was sure that they wouldn't let anything dangerous happen to him.

Amy sighed. "Well, it can't be helped. Why won't you listen?" She extended her hand, and a bluish violet fire suddenly appeared and became a fist-sized fireball. "Pay now, or I'll set you on fire!" she said seriously as she gazed at Sargeras.

Sargeras took a look at the little fireball in Amy's hand and chuckled. "Do you plan to burn me with this little spark?" Then he frowned and looked at Mag. "Owner, you want to hide behind your little girl?"

"My father is very powerful. But collecting money is my job, so, burn, Big Bald Head!" Amy said angrily before Mag could say a word. With a swing of her hand, the bluish violet fireball flew towards Sargeras immediately.

"Oho." Sargeras looked at the little fireball which wasn't much bigger than his thumb, and didn't seem to care. He reached out with his right hand casually, planning to grab and put it out.

However, the moment the fireball reached Sargeras' hand, it exploded directly!

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Chapter 67: Find A Job, Demon!

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The bluish violet fireball wrapped Sargeras' hand up and spread along his red flames as if they were alcohol.

Almost in an instant, Amy's flame swallowed him whole. The bluish violet fire was dancing over the red fire; it looked like they were consuming each other.

The customers gave a gasp of surprise. They had never thought that Amy's little fireball would enwrap Sargeras, but they still didn't know the power of her flame.

Sargeras took a look at the bluish violet fire on him, and said indifferently, "You have to try a lot harder than—" Suddenly, his words died in his throat when he saw his right hand. The red flames that engaged the bluish violet flames first had been completely consumed; the latter also had little left, but they were still burning him.

And that was just a beginning. The remaining bluish violet flames quickly spread along his right hand. Sargeras, who had been insensitive to heat maybe for all his life, suddenly felt hot. He felt his rock-hard skin was being poked by needles.

Mag was also a little surprised when he saw Sargeras' face change. He had thought that Amy's fireball would be ineffective on a lava demon since it hadn't even killed Black Coal, but, apparently, he was wrong. The power of her fireball seemed to be extraordinary.

Mag's strength was only 1.5, so he knew better than to throw himself at Sargeras. He didn't want to commit suicide.

Yet he wasn't worried that Sargeras would tear the restaurant apart. He could see that he liked, or rather craved, the roujiamo—somehow, he needed it very badly.

This was where Mag's confidence came from. No other restaurant on the whole Norland Continent was able to make such a roujiamo.

So, however mad this lava demon might get, he would never lay a finger on the restaurant or him or his daughter. He was a perfect subject to test Amy's power, because his fire-covered body shouldn't be easily hurt.

Amy watched Sargeras and frowned. "Do you want some more?" Then she held out her hand. "If one is not enough, then I'll give you two," she said.

"No! Stop! It's so hot!" Sargeras said as he jumped back a step and waved vigorously at Amy. The lava inside him was flowing fast, making his skin glow. Then he managed to withstand the bluish violet flames, which had completely consumed all his red flames.

He flung his arms a few times, and the fire was finally put out. Sargeras breathed a sigh of relief. When he saw Amy who was still holding out her hand, he waved again. "I've had enough. One is enough!" he said helplessly. There was fright in his eyes.

Some customers laughed out. The big, flaming Sargeras was standing before cute little Amy like a mouse before a cat. It was so amusing.

As they laughed, they also felt a little startled. This lava demon isn't just looking frightening; besides, lava demons are very powerful demons. If they had a large number, they would have made the top 10 demon subspecies.

But such a powerful demon backed off because of Amy's fireball, and is afraid that she might unleash another.

He is fighting in his element, yet he just surrendered? Then how terrifying Amy's flames must be?! The customers wondered. They looked at Mag in a different way.

No ordinary man could own such a stylish gourmet restaurant.

Even his four-year-old daughter possesses the power to scare a lava demon. The customers decided they couldn't be too picky or grouchy in the restaurant and that they definitely had to pay after eating. They had no power to stand up to such a fireball.

Their laughter made Sargeras' face even redder. He, a lava demon warrior, was now forced to surrender to a half-elf girl. It was truly embarrassing.

The bluish violet fire was terrifying, but it was not the main reason why he surrendered. Before Amy's fire consumed his body, he had enough time to summon lava meteorite to wreck this restaurant three times.

But he had no choice. If he tore it down, the method he had been searching for 50 years would be gone with it. He couldn't afford to let that happen.

So, he couldn't touch the restaurant, the owner, nor the owner's daughter!

If he had to tough out another Amy's fireball, his skin might be scorched. It would be painful, and he might react in spite of himself.

So the best solution was to give up.

"It's all right." Mag put his hand gently on Amy's head to signal her to stop the fire that was about to appear. His smile was gone. "Sir, you have to obey the rules here," Mag said seriously as he looked at Sargeras. "No one is allowed to fight in the restaurant. No one is allowed to threaten the owner and employees. Otherwise, he'll be banned forever."

When Sargeras heard that he might be banned, he held back the fire over his body immediately. "Owner, I was just joking. See? The little girl is having a very good time." He scratched his bald head as he gave a dry smile. Then he quickly put the gold coins on the table. "I'll pay 10 gold coins for the chair. And here is three for the roujiamo. But can I have another 10 roujiamos and put the bill on my tab? On my honor as a lava demon warrior, I'll pay you back as soon as I complete my quest and earn the money."

Mag shook his head. "Sorry. There're rules here. We do not accept any kind of promise. Cash only, no credit allowed." He went over to the table and turned over the menu. There were three rules clearly written on the back.

"System, you're pretty smart," Mag said in his mind as he saw the third rule about no fighting and threatening the owner.

"16 silver coins to add that; the money has been deducted automatically," the system said.

"Stop thinking about how to make money all day long… Be a little decent, will you?" Mag couldn't refrain from criticizing it.

"But…"Sargeras wouldn't give up that easy. He wanted to eat 10 in a row. Besides the effect on his barrier, the roujiamo was also divine.

Amy crouched down. Ugly Duckling ran to her happily. She picked it up. "Find a job, demon! If you want to eat this delicious roujiamo, you have to try hard to earn money," Amy said to Sargeras as she clenched her little fist.

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Chapter 68: This Is Match Grandpa

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Outside the restaurant, a white-haired old man who was resting under a big tree in his white magician robe suddenly lifted his head and looked in the direction of the restaurant. "What is this?" he asked himself. His deep eyes narrowed slightly. "This magic wave… An elf? No, a human. No, what is it? It's so different."

Krassu Aiou hesitated a moment, picked up his magic staff which was as tall as himself, and walked slowly towards the restaurant. He had been wandering in Chaos City for several days and hadn't found anything interesting. Today might turn out to be his lucky day.

Inside the restaurant, Sargeras took a look at the menu on the table, then at Amy who was encouraging him, and at Mag who showed no sign of giving in. He let out a sigh of helplessness. Money was indeed very important in this world.

First, he found Mag a little unreasonable, but when he thought about the delicious and powerful roujiamo he made, he considered it quite understandable for him to have some rules and temper.

Even this little girl is able to make such a terrifying fireball, so Mag is very likely a powerful magic caster. He is very inconspicuous because he is so young and nothing on him can show he is a magic caster, Sargeras thought.

Once, he had seen a white-haired old human magic caster in the capital of the Roth Empire. He possessed such great power that he had defeated a giant dragon with only a fireball. He heard later that the old man was one of the royal magic casters and was among the most powerful ones in the Roth Empire. He didn't remember his name, though.

"Well, I won't break your rules. I'm Sargeras, by the way. I'll come back again," Sargeras said as he reached out his hand.

"Sar… Sargeras?" Mag was taken by surprise. He might not have been a game junkie, but he sure had played the World of Warcraft. He paused a moment and asked, "Where is your Burning Legion?"

"What?" Sargeras asked, confused.

Looks like they just share the same name. Mag breathed a sigh of relief. He took a look at Sargeras' hand, in which he could see lava flowing, and shook his head uneasily. "Never mind. I'm Mag. Please do come again. But shaking hands… I have to work later, so I don't want to have to bandage my hand."

Sargeras froze for an instant. He looked down at his hand and recalled that even human magic casters were still humans. He drew back his hand. "Well, I'll take my leave, then." He regulated his body temperature back to normal as he turned back. This way he wouldn't melt the handle as he opened the door.

As he walked out, Sargeras nodded thoughtfully. "Burning Legion? Not a bad name…" Then he walked towards the exit of the Aden Square quickly.

"Father, Amy's incredible, right?" Amy looked up at Mag, waiting for his praise.

Mag stroked her head with a smile. "Yes. Amy's super incredible. You've helped a lot." He felt he was building up a fearsome façade with Amy. He didn't have any strong backing or strength, so for now, it was not bad for him to rely on her. It was still urgent for him to improve his strength, though.

Amy smiled merrily, contentment written all over her little face.

"I'd like two plates of the new dish, please," one customer said politely as he raised his hand.

"I'd also like two. No hurry. Take your time," another customer said, smiling.

Mag nodded with a smile. "Sure. Please wait a moment." He left Amy and Ugly Duckling to themselves, and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

Krassu stopped before the floor-to-ceiling window and was a little surprised when he saw Amy, who was holding a white and orange little creature in her arms. "Looks like the magic wave was from that little girl." Then he shook his head with pity. "Such a shame. She could have been a real talent, but, sadly, she was spoiled by the collision of two bloodlines; otherwise, I would have got what I came here for. Her talent is wasted by him. A little guidance is all she needs."

Krassu stamped his foot in anger. He wanted to leave, but he couldn't move his feet as he gazed at Amy. He stood before the window, motionless.

Amy noticed Krassu. She walked a little closer. "Ugly Duckling, why is that white-beard grandpa standing there like a statue? Maybe he has no money, and that's why he doesn't dare to come in? Like the Little Match Girl? If he sells matches too, should we buy one for him?" she asked softly as she widened her eyes to look over Krassu, trying to find out whether or not he had a basket full of matches hidden under his robe.

"Meow…" replied Ugly Duckling. It was also starting to look for matches on him, though it didn't know what matches were.

She looks pretty intelligent. She is a half-elf, but perhaps she is trainable and has potential. Maybe I should check her out, Krassu thought as he looked at the cute twin-braid Amy who was looking over him with her big bright blue eyes. Then he glanced at the busy restaurant and the opening hours on the door. He was in no hurry to walk in. He stared at Amy and Ugly Duckling through the crystal glass for half an hour.

Mag saw Krassu too when serving. Different from the grim black-robed Urien next door, this white-haired, white-bearded, and white-robed magic caster who was holding a light gray staff was more like a magic caster to him.

Amy stood there for a moment, and then sat at a window seat with her kitten. She continued to stare at Krassu. Both of them were not blinking. She didn't stand up, except when she had to collect money; other than that, her eyes didn't even move a bit.

Near 9 am, customers were falling off. He had already sold out all the 64 roujiamos by eight-thirty. Those who didn't get to eat asked Mag to make more next time.

Mag felt a little sorry himself. He also wanted to make more and earn more money. It seemed he had to be more efficient from tomorrow.

When there were only three customers left in the restaurant, Krassu diverted his eyes from Amy and walked in.

"Welcome!" Mag said, smiling. He was the first magic caster to eat here.

Amy took a look at Krassu. "Father, this is Match Grandpa," she said solemnly as she looked back at Mag.

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Chapter 69: Do You Want To Learn?

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Mag was taken by surprise. "Match Grandpa?" He saw Amy's sympathetic eyes and remembered the story he had told her about a little match girl. Apparently, she had taken Krassu for a destitute old man.

However, he didn't look poor to Mag. Judging from his demeanor, he is either a reclusive master or holds a high position in the empire. The decorations didn't surprise him, because they meant nothing to him. Details are saying a lot.

Amy nodded. "Yes. Look how pitiful he is! He's been waiting for so long, and no one has bought a match from him. Why don't we buy one?" Then she looked at Krassu and said, "Grandpa, don't worry. You might still die of hunger even if we buy one from you, but you'd be a lot better than the little girl who hadn't sold even one match, so you should die in peace."

Krassu was a little confused. She seems to be mistaken. He shook his head with a smile. "Little girl, actually, I'm not a—"

"You must be cold and hungry, and longing for a roast goose," Amy interrupted. "But Ugly Duckling is just a baby, you can't eat it now," she said vigilantly as she drew back, holding the kitten in her arms.

"Meow!" A little worried, Ugly Duckling looked up at Amy, its eyes wide.

"…" Krassu didn't know what to say. The little girl looks at me as a poor old man who wants to eat roast goose before I can say a word. And what does this have to do with that little cat-like creature?

Mag wanted to chuckle as he looked at the vigilant Amy. He saw Krassu's confused face and smiled quickly. "Sorry. I told her a story before and she believed it. What would you like to eat? The menu is on the table. Take a look, but la zhi roujiamos are sold out."

"Thank you." Krassu didn't think much and took a seat opposite Amy. He leaned his staff against the window, gave Amy a kind smile, and picked up the menu on the table.

He came here to find out if Amy had a talent to learn magic and ask her guardian's opinion, but he didn't want to be so forward by bringing that up this instant.

Of course, being turned down was the least of his worries. People who wanted to be apprenticed to him would line up from the palace to the gate of the capital.

There might be pressure from outside if he took a half-elf on as a disciple. However, he hadn't been caring about stuff like that after he passed 120. Now, all he wanted was a good student to whom he could pass his skills on.

Krassu didn't care if his disciple was a human, an elf, or even a half-elf. He couldn't care less about other people's opinions. People knew better than to mess with him.

It was the most comfortable restaurant he had been to these days in Chaos City. Of course, in grandness, it was nothing compared to the palace of the Roth Empire.

It was very busy. A restaurant in a corner had so many customers. It must have a lot of different dishes. Krassu opened the menu, and was surprised when he found only two dishes on it. He said la zhi roujiamo has sold out, so only Yangzhou fried rice is available now.

"Owner, what's this Yangzhou fried rice?" Krassu asked as he looked up at Mag. He had lived more than 120 years, and never once had he heard about this dish.600 copper coins isn't cheap. The cost of a plate of this can last 10 days for a normal family of three.

"Super delicious rainbow fried rice!" Amy blurted out before Mag could speak. Then she became a little worried. "I know you want to eat it, but we don't accept matches. Cash only. If you have no money to pay, I'll use my fire on you."

"Actually, I have money," Krassu said as he smiled gently. He held out a lean, old hand from his loose robe, and put it on the table, palm up. There were two dragon coins in the middle.

"So you don't sell matches?" Amy watched the dragon coins in his hand, a little confused.

"I don't sell matches, but if you want, I can make one for you." Then he snapped his fingers, and poof, a match as thick as a little finger and two fingers long appeared on his fingertip.

Mag was startled when he saw this. It's a higher level magic—making something out of nothing. He is a true master.

Amy's fireball can only destroy, but Krassu's match magic is simple yet skillful. He has combined magic with life and he's good at it, Mag thought. He must be very powerful.

"Wow! You can use magic?" Amy's eyes lit up completely as she stared at the match in Krassu's hand.

Krassu nodded, smiling. "Sure. I'm a magic caster. This is nothing. Some magic can beat giant dragons and trolls. Do you want to learn?"

Mag had thought that Krassu was about to order, and had never expected that he would trick Amy into learning magic. He became a little wary.

He knew Amy wanted to learn, but right now, they couldn't expose who they were.

He had left the capital for this Chaos City to shun those sneering eyes.

Those people had let him live that night to laugh at his miserable life. He had faked his suicide, changed his face, and settled here. Now, four years had passed.

Most of them should assume that we are already dead, thought Mag. But it's a matter of life or death, so we can't be too careful. Amy must have inherited her talent in magic from her mother. If this talent is possessed by royalty only, then I have all the more reason to find a trustworthy teacher for her.

Amy shook her head immediately without thinking. "No." Then she pointed at Mag, and said proudly, "My father is also a very powerful magic caster. He conjured up this beautiful restaurant, and he can make all kinds of tasty food. Can you?"

Krassu froze for a minute. He didn't know how to cook.

He raised his eyes to look at Mag and didn't find any magic wave on him, and he found that the restaurant was made of normal material.

Its building material is a lot better than other restaurants, but magic is not involved. Looks like the owner lied to his daughter to build up his image as a great father.

"Owner, I'd like a plate of Yangzhou fried rice, please," Krassu said as he looked at Mag with a smile. Since the little girl won't listen, I'll have to find a way through her father.

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Chapter 70: The Girl From Before

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Mag nodded. "Okay. Please wait a moment." He turned to walk towards the kitchen. He was pretty satisfied with Amy's answer; at least she didn't say yes right away. Seeing that this magic caster was not quite ready to give up, he was still on alert.

Now that it was evident that Krassu was not here to sell matches and that he had money, Amy wasn't in a hurry to make him leave. "White-bearded grandpa, where are you from?" she asked curiously.

"I'm Krassu Aiou, from Rodu—the capital of the Roth Empire. It's much bigger than Chaos City—a dozen times bigger. I walked half a year to arrive here," Krassu answered with a smile, trying to soften his voice and expression.

If people from the Serving Tower saw Krassu, who used to be stern and even grim, talking to a little girl in such a gentle way, they would be stunned speechless.

Mag stopped moving and clenched his fist.

About half of the powerful human magic casters were living in Rodu, and the most powerful ones among them were stationed at the 36-storied Magus Tower. They served the royalty, so the tower was also known as the Serving Tower.

That night, three magic casters had attacked him, and two had been from the Serving Tower. That meant the royal family—or at least some of them—had given their consent.

That incident had shocked the army of the empire. The king had ordered to clean up the Magus Tower. They had made two small potatoes from the royal family their scapegoats, and then the whole thing had blown over.

Mag found Krassu in his predecessor's memory. He was one of those magic casters serving the royal family. It was said he was over 120 years old. He was very introverted and mysterious, and had never left the Tower. Even if there were big events in the Roth Empire, he had never attended them. The king himself could do nothing about him.

As a knight, Mag didn't like magic casters very much. He had never seen Krassu before until now. He didn't know whether that incident had been agreed upon by all the magic casters in the Tower or had been a secret mission executed by only those two magic casters.

Either way, Mag decided to keep Amy away from this Krassu. The Serving Tower consists of different kinds of people. As one of the senior magic casters in it, he must have heard about that incident. I can't take any risks.

Seeing that he was trying to interest Amy in Rodu, Mag became a little anxious. He would never let Amy leave his side, to say nothing of letting her go to that lifeless Magus Tower.

Having made up his mind, Mag went into the kitchen and started processing the ingredients to make Yangzhou fried rice.

He walked half a year? Amy thought a moment, cocking her head.

As Krassu was assuming that she would become intrigued and ask questions about Rodu, Amy let out a sigh. "White-bearded grandpa, you're so old," she said considerately. "Such a short road took you six months. Why don't you stay at home? If you fell, someone would have to take you back. It's very troublesome."

Surprise choked Krassu's words. It would have only taken him about 20 days to come here by carriage.

Yet he had chosen to walk because he wanted to find a good disciple. He had detoured to visit a lot of places. He had never thought that he would be seen as a decrepit old man by Amy.

Krassu tried to calm himself down. "Actually, I can use more powerful magic…" He was attempting to draw Amy's attention with magic again.

"Ugly Duckling, do you want to see his magic?" Amy asked as she looked down at her kitten.

Ugly Duckling cast a glance at the old man and shook its head.

"Me neither," Amy said, shrugging.

"…" Krassu learned for the first time that children were not as easy to be deceived as he had expected. This half-elf girl is difficult to be persuaded. She has a vicious tongue and a quick, leaping mind. She is an unusual girl.

While Krassu was thinking hard on how to make Amy interested in him, Mag came out, holding a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. "Your Yangzhou fried rice," he said with a smile as he put it before him.

What's this? Krassu's eyes brightened immediately as he saw the colorful fried rice in front of him. Just like Amy had said, it was like a rainbow. Colors had been chopped up and fried together. Egg-coated rice and grain-sized ingredients cut by amazing skills combined to make such an exquisite dish.

The aroma of the eggs and different ingredients made him swallow in spite of himself. It was so strong that it was even more inviting than the food the chefs made in the palace. Krassu had lost his appetite for many years, but now he felt an urge to try it.

He picked up his spoon, took a spoonful from the middle, and ate it. The eggs outside the rice were so tender, and the ham released tasty juice as he bit into it. The mixed taste of different ingredients stirred his long-dead taste buds, seeming to have revived them; they found nourishment in the food, and he found his long-forgotten appetite again.

When he chewed on the rice, Krassu opened his eyes immediately. This is… The rice was sweet, delicious, and comfortable, nourishing his whole body as he swallowed.

He was startled and confused. I'm familiar with this feeling. It's the taste of Spring of Life!

The elves' holy spring. Once, an interesting elf girl had visited him and brought him a small jar of water from the Spring of Life. He could never forget its taste. The water was the main reason why he was able to live such a long time.

Even he had only got to try the water three times, and the other two times was because of the welfare of being a royal magic caster. Such a shame. What a nice girl! She married a wrong man.

Where does the taste of the Spring of Life come from? Did the owner add some while cooking? Even one drop of that is something.

Krassu's hand paused a moment, and then he couldn't help but bring another spoonful to his mouth. Savoring the delicious taste in his mouth, he forgot the Spring of Life, his depressing memories, and his rough journey in search of a disciple. The taste made him forget everything for the moment.

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Chapter 71: Be Careful!

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Krassu put the spoon down softly. Not one single grain of rice was left. He chewed on the last mouthful of fried rice, feeling the pleasant taste spreading in his mouth.

After he swallowed, the fried rice became a warm current, nourishing his almost dried-up body. He felt revived, and didn't care if it was only a lightning before death. Life was beautiful to him now.

"Owner, I'd like one more plate," Krassu said as he looked up at Mag. He couldn't remember the last time he wanted seconds. He felt he could eat some more today.

Mag shook his head slightly. "Sorry, sir. Our morning opening hours are over. Actually, we have been open for an extra three minutes now. Please come eat another time." It was already three past nine. Mag had his non-negotiable face on.

Krassu looked at Mag. "I only want one more plate. I'll pay double." He pulled out three dragon coins and put them on the table gently.

Again Mag shook his head. "Sorry, but that's our rule here." If he were just a regular old man, Mag might have made an exception. But he was Krassu. He wanted nothing more than to make him leave right now—he looked dangerous to him.

"Father…" Amy looked up at Mag, hesitating. The white-bearded grandpa is so pitiful, and he offered to pay double. Then she saw Mag's face and bit back her words.

Krassu gave Mag a long stare to make sure that he wasn't expecting him to raise his offer. "I see. Then I'll come back for lunch." He put two coins away. He wanted to ask about the Spring of Life, but thought better of it. He decided to bring it up later.

Krassu tidied his robe and straightened himself up a bit. "Owner, I have a favor to ask of you," he said as he looked at Mag. "I'm Krassu, a 10th-tier magic caster from the Roth Empire. I'm old now, so I'm trying to find a disciple to inherit my magic skills. I just sensed a strange magic wave from her. Could you allow me to check her talent? Maybe it's fate that I met her today."

Mag narrowed his eyes. A 10th-tier magic caster. There are no more than 15 on the whole continent. They are the most powerful.

Even the Roth Empire has only four or five of them. But I didn't see his name on the list back then. He doesn't seem to be lying, though, because he just said it like it was nothing.

"If you made Amy your disciple, would you take her back to Rodu?" Mag asked quietly, looking at Krassu.

The old man nodded. "I would. There is proper equipment and perfect magic rooms for beginners in the Magus Tower. They can learn faster there. As my disciple, she is entitled to enter the Magus Tower. That's the holy tower for magic casters."

The Magus Tower was held in high regard by most magic casters on the Norland Continent, and it was an important reason why a large number of magic casters was staying in Rodu. Even common people knew what it meant to enter the Tower, so he didn't worry that Mag would reject his offer.

"Sorry, I don't like the idea of Amy leaving my side, and I will never let her go to Rodu on her own. So thank you, but I have to politely decline your offer," Mag said as he shook his head without hesitating.

Amy nodded. "I'll never leave you, Father." Sitting on the chair, she reached out her little hand to grab Mag's finger.

Krassu froze for an instant. As a 10th-tier magic caster serving the Roth Empire, he wanted to test Amy; if she was qualified, he would make her his disciple and take her back to Rodu to learn magic in the Magus Tower.

Even nobles in the capital would have gone crazy about this offer. Never had he thought that he would be turned down by a small restaurateur in Chaos City.

During his long journey, Krassu had checked many children who wanted to be his disciple. Parents had rushed to send their kids to him even before he showed who he was. They didn't care even if he took them as an intern.

Yet Mag didn't even plan to give him a chance to test his daughter. His indifference caught him by surprise, but he didn't make any gaffe. He quickly resumed his smile. "Owner, you live in Chaos City, so maybe you don't know much about magic casters. The Magus Tower—"

"I won't let Amy leave my side, period," Mag interrupted. "And I'm not interested in the Magus Tower." Then he took a look at the time. "Sorry, sir, we have to buy sheep milk for this little thing. If you don't mind, please come back later," he said with a courtesy smile.

Amy nodded as she stroked the kitten's head. "Yes. Ugly Duckling is starving." She pulled four gold coins from her pocket, put them on the table, and took the dragon coin away. "White-bearded grandpa, you're so small and don't need much food. You won't grow anymore, so save the money for your next meal. Here, your change."

"…" Krassu was feeling a mixture of emotions. I have told them who I am, sincerely offered to test her magic talent, and tried to make her my disciple, but apparently I got turned down because a kitten wanted to drink some sheep milk. I guess no one would believe that.

Even if he didn't find any disciple during his journey, almost everybody had shown him a lot of respect and admiration. They had been willing to pay to make him test their children.

But, sadly, it's the truth. Their gestures and looks are in sync. They don't want me to stay here.

"All right. Then I'll come back again." Krassu, who was rejected for the very first time when taking in a disciple, picked up the coins and walked towards the door with his staff.

"Be careful, white-bearded grandpa. If you fell, you might not be able to get up," Amy said as Krassu was opening the door.

Krassu's hand stopped suddenly. He turned his head sharply and saw Amy's worried face. He saw the elf girl from before.

He had been at the end of his life, coughing badly at the window of the 32nd floor of the Magus Tower. Suddenly, a crisp, worried voice sounded from behind him. "Be careful, white-bearded grandpa. If you fell down, you might kill others."

He turned back. It was a young elf lady around 16. He was meeting her for the first time. Her words were both surprising and amusing, and she had a leaping mind and a vicious tongue just like the little girl before him.

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Chapter 72: It Will Get Fat

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The young lady had looked at him for a moment. Then she'd removed a gourd from her belt and tossed it to him, saying that it was some spring water from her home and that it would quench his thirst. After that, she started going up the stairs again.

Not everybody had the right to enter the Magus Tower, and it was off-limits to other species. The concern and warmth he felt before he breathed his last made him open the gourd and take a drink, and he realized immediately that it was the milk of life, which was more precious than the water from the Spring of Life.

There were only three drops in that gourd, and they prolonged his life by more than 10 years.

She gave away such an invaluable thing to him—a random old man—as if it were just a bottle of water. And she didn't even know his name.

He learned later that she was the princess of elves', the sole successor to the throne. She had brought that milk of life from home for when she was thirsty. She saw him coughing and gave it to him.

It was her first time to come to the Roth Empire. The elf officials were paying a friendly visit and she tagged along. She somehow managed to trick the guards into letting her in. She went up to the top floor and wrote down "The elf princess was here!" Then, she left contentedly.

She was the princess, so the king could not discipline her. He even retained the green writing of hers as a proof of friendship between two countries.

Krassu brought his thoughts back and nodded at Amy, smiling. "Thank you," he said. This little girl is much like her. Maybe because she is half-elf. He pushed open the door and left.

He hadn't heard from elves for years. The truth of that incident had been totally blocked, and all he knew was some hearsay that Alex had been badly wounded and then killed in a demon ambush. Nobody had heard from the elf princess ever since. No one would link these two things together, except for the few people holding high ranks in those two species.

"Looks like the owner doesn't want his girl to leave him. Should I bring him to the Tower as well?" Krassu muttered as he took a glance back. Then he limped away, leaning on his staff.

Not far away, at the door of the magic potion shop, Urien stood in his black robe, narrowing his eyes watching Krassu leave. "Why did he leave that Coffin Tower?" he muttered to himself as a deep green flame was dancing in his hand. Then he turned his head and saw Mag and Amy walk out. He frowned as he looked at Amy. "That old man wanted to make the little girl his disciple?"

Mag caught Urien's look. It's a good thing that Amy is a genius, but somehow it doesn't feel good to see her being targeted by others.

Krassu looked decent. It was an honor to serve the royals, and with this honor came responsibility and restraint. His black-robed neighbor, however, was making him worry that he might be a dark magic caster. His look, his voice, and his slow actions were oozing cold and darkness.

Amy stopped at their neighbor's shop. "Good morning, Turtle Grandpa. Black Coal, Green Pea, hello!" she said with a smile.

Mag raised an eyebrow. "Turtle…" To be sure, Urien was a little hunchbacked, but normally, people didn't like this kind of nickname—it was a little rude 1 . Amy was too little to know such a thing, but Mag was embarrassed. He wanted to apologize.

Urien lifted his eyes slightly. "Good morning," he said, his voice harsh and terrifying like the sound of metal rubbing together.

Mag bit back his words. Seems like he isn't averse to his nickname. But I know this look from Krassu. If he wanted to take Amy on as a disciple too, that would be a real headache.

"Amy, what's that ugly thing in your arms?" Black Coal asked as he moved closer. He still had two leaves on his body.

"It's clearly more adorable than you," Green Pea said, casting a disdainful glance at Black Coal. "But aren't cats only black or white? Why is it orange and white?" she asked curiously.

"Meow!" Ugly Duckling cried out at the crow. It reached out its pink paws as if trying to show its claws. It sounded like a baby, though.

"A cat!" Black Coal jumped back in startlement, but he cocked his head as he took another look at the kitten. "I'm the honorable Fama Odin Ben. I'll never be frightened by an abnormal, ugly kitten," he said proudly.

Amy shook her head. "It's not a kitten. It's an ugly duckling." She stroked its hair to comfort it. "Black Coal, you're the ugliest one here, and Ugly Duckling can only be the second ugliest. And it will grow up."

Black Coal became a little nervous again. Watching the little kitten wagging its tail proudly, he sneered, "I'm not afraid of that little thing. Look at his short legs. It's not able to reach me. Besides, growing up in a restaurant, it will get fat."

Mag gave Amy's head a stroke, smiling. "Let's go, Amy. I have to prepare the ingredients when we get back," he said. The ingredients for la zhi roujiamo have to be processed in advance, and this magic caster's staring is making me uncomfortable.

"Bye," Amy said, waving her hand, and left with Mag.

"Maybe I can look into her as well. If she has a talent for the dark magic, I will steal her from that old man. It would be very interesting…" Urien muttered to himself as he watched Amy leave.

After they got back from the market, Mag bottled some sheep milk for Amy and the kitten. He watched as they sucked happily. Then he poured some for himself. He knew his strength couldn't recover in a short time, but he could feel his strength growing slowly.

As he was kneading dough, he checked his mission schedule in his head. He wasn't worried about selling 1,000 roujiamos. Working at this pace, he could finish it in about six days.

However, the mission of getting 1,000 customers was not looking good. Only 10 new customers had come in the morning. Regular customers were too many. He was a little anxious.

I have to be more efficient. The ordering and serving are taking too much time. Amy clearly can't handle these two things. Maybe I should hire someone to work for me,Mag thought.

As for the purchasing limit strategy, he still didn't want to try it. If customers couldn't have their fill of food, should they starve or go to another restaurant?

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Chapter 73: Melon Regiment?

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Mag decided to improve efficiency and only limit the takeout food. He wanted more people to eat in his restaurant without having to limit the servings.

There was another problem, though. There were huge eaters in this world, like giant dragons and forest trolls. One such customer would consume everything they could supply for one day.

Maybe he would have to limit supplies then, or he would have to ask the system to buy an oversized oven to cook huge roujiamos. Either way, he needed time to think about this. After all, even Sargeras could eat 10 in a row.

Of course, the main problem now was that he had to cook everything all by himself. If he had semi-buffet dishes like hot pot or malatang 1 , it would be easier.

There were job agencies on the square. Employers could find workers there, while employees could find jobs. They had an integrated system. It was said that one could find all kinds of workers there with the right money.

Mag decided to check with agencies when they had their first rest day. Money's no issue, but I need to find a reliable and diligent employee of few words, one who can get the job done.

He had sold 64 roujiamos in an hour in the morning, and the lunchtime was half of an hour longer, so he planned to make more. Even one more batch meant 16 roujiamos, and they might be enough for a few more customers.

Ugly Duckling fell asleep after drinking the milk. Maybe because of it, Amy leaned on the counter and also dozed off.

Mag watched Amy's back through the glass and smiled.

As many species as there were in this world, it had been pretty calm these days. Mag didn't feel unsafe.

Under the governance of the Gray Temple, it was relatively safe to live in Chaos City; thus, Mag Alex had chosen to come here.

The order in the chaos made people feel more comfortable and secure than the order relying on money and power in all the species.

As usual, they had their lunch before lunchtime.

Ugly Duckling showed a sullen look again, but Mag ignored it. He couldn't give it the food they were eating now.

Amy was wolfing down food before her kitten, and sometimes she put the spoon in front of it, but didn't let it have any. It was even begging Amy with its paws.

You'll never be a master. Mag sighed silently as he looked at Ugly Duckling. Amy was really good; she had totally made the kitten listen to her every word.

Amy grinned. "Begging won't work. You can't eat rainbow fried rice now. I was doing that on purpose." Then she put another spoon of rice in front of the kitten.

Ugly Duckling looked away, seeming to doubt its life.

After lunch, Mag cleared the table and poured the kitten a bottle of milk. When he handed the bottle to it, the kitten showed its teeth all the way as if trying to prove that it was ready to eat solid food.

Mag was a little surprised when he found it had already had a full mouth of teeth. "Your teeth are growing pretty fast." But before Ugly Duckling could wag its tail in delight, Mag shook his head, and said, "But newborn cats can only eat solid food after a week, so you have to drink milk for several more days."

Ugly Duckling became upset instantly. It sucked on the nipple in sullenness and looked away. It was not pleased with them.

More customers came for lunch than Mag had expected. Because of the restaurant's location, it was not very convenient for many customers who had a relatively short lunch break to come here; besides, not everybody could afford at least 300 copper coins for a meal three times a day. At long last, a lot more customers came at noon.

"Hey, park the carriages far from here," Harrison said as he climbed out of his carriage. "Don't affect customers' appetite. Can't you see the big crystal glass there? They want their customers to see the beautiful view on the Aden Square." He waved his fat arm to guide the carriages.

Five fancy-dressed men came out of the carriages. They had nearly the same build—thunder thighs, a fat waist, and a neck almost as thick as the head. Together, they looked like six fat brothers.

"Harrison, you said you would take us to a new restaurant tonight. The food there is delicious and able to help us lose weight. Is this the one?" a fatty in yellow asked, wondering.

The restaurant's decorations were relatively high-end on the Aden Square. With that said, they didn't really care about the environment in the restaurant; they often ate street food if it was delicious. They called themselves the true foodies.

Many customers are already here, but most of them seem to have a normal physique. If it really can help lose weight, what are these skinny people doing here?

Harrison's friends were all made of money. The one in yellow, his family owned three inns; the one in green, his family ran the most popular tea shop in Chaos City. In short, they didn't have to worry about how to make money; they had a lot of pocket money every day.

They ate, drank, and played together. If one of them found an interesting place, he would tell the others. So, they decided to come here this noon and try the magic food after Harrison's invitation yesterday.

Harrison nodded. "Yes. But the food will only work on very fat people like us, so don't say I didn't tell you that." Then he took a glance in the direction of the restaurant. "Remember, whatever you do, don't mess with the owner's daughter. Even orcs and demons are afraid of her."

The others were a little astonished. "He has such a terrifying girl?" Harrison had a lot of guts among them, and even he was so afraid of this girl, so they all nodded obediently.

"Let's go. I'm hungry." Harrison walked in first, followed by others.

Six fat men with an average weight of over 100 kg walked in together, blocking the sunlight and casting a large shadow. Other customers were all looking at them with fear.

Amy's eyes widened as she watched these tall, fat customers walk clumsily in. "Melon Regiment?"

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Chapter 74: Maybe Because They Are Not Cute Enough

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Ugly Duckling stuck its head out of Amy's arms and watched with wide eyes. It had never seen so many fatties before. Its eyes were shining with curiosity.

Mag was also a little startled when he came out holding four roujiamos.Harrison said he would bring his friends here. Never thought he would bring five.

As he gazed at these six unusual customers, suddenly, Mag pictured a certain sight: six fatties were gobbling down roujiamo while their body fat was shaking all over…

It was too beautiful a picture for Mag to imagine.

He was very happy to have five new customers, though.

"Mag, I'd like three roujiamos," Harrison said as he took a seat. Ever since yesterday noon, he had been eating here for his every meal. He had woken up a little late this morning, so roujiamos had been sold out when he arrived for breakfast. That was why they came here shortly after the restaurant opened at noon.

Mag nodded. "Sure. Please wait a sec." He turned to go to the kitchen.

They split up into groups of three.

The one in yellow took several deep sniffs the moment he sat down. "Smells great!" He looked around, trying to find the source.

"Yeah. What's this meat? Why does it smell this good?" they asked Harrison as they swallowed. It's unlike grilled meat. It's much more appetizing.

Then their eyes caught the roujiamo in the hands of that small-eyed man. The enticing smell tickled their noses. They could see a white bread in a brownish yellow bag and a thick layer of meat stuffed inside the bread. They watched as he narrowed his eyes and took a large bite, chewing happily. They watched as he slowly swallowed.

They practically swallowed at the same time.

"What's that?!"

"I want that!"

They all turned their heads to look at Harrison, waiting urgently for his answer. It was not easy for foodies to watch as others were gorging on delicious food.

"This is the la zhi roujiamo I've told you about," Harrison said calmly. Inside, he was having a blast. He loved to see their astonished faces.

"Owner, I'd like three la zhi roujiamos!"

"Me too!"

"Same here!"

No sooner had Harrison spoken than they started ordering. They could eat as much as Harrison, so they had all ordered three.

"Okay. Just a moment, please," Mag said as he put a plate of Yangzhou fried rice before a customer. Then he turned and went into the kitchen. He was busy like a bee.

"What's that colorful dish? It looks good too," the fatty in red asked curiously as he looked at the Yangzhou fried rice.

"Rainbow fried rice. It's very good," Amy answered behind the counter. She found it really interesting to watch the Melon Regiment.

They all looked in the direction of the sound, and their eyes lit up when they saw a lovely Amy sitting there while holding a strange-colored cat. Such a cute little girl! She looks like a half-elf, but she is much more adorable than a true elf.

"This is the owner's daughter…" Harrison warned as he put a hand over his mouth to muffle his voice.

This morning, he had seen with his own eyes when Amy's fireball beat a lava demon. She may look adorable, but she is a real badass.

"She's so cute and not as terrifying as you described," the fatty in blue said as he waved his hand. "Demons and orcs must have been defeated by her cuteness." He thought Amy was harmless, and refused to believe the fact that she possessed horrible power.

The one in red nodded in agreement. "Exactly. I've never seen such an adorable girl before."

"Say what you will." Harrison put a hand on his forehead. Making them believe Amy is terrifying is a headache.

"Little lady, I'd like a plate of this very good rainbow fried rice," the fatty in blue said to Amy with a smile. Gjergj Francois was the oldest among them. His family owned several forges, and two were his, but he didn't have to do anything, so he just followed Harrison and others around.

The difference between him and the others was that he was married and had three sons. The oldest was five.

Gjergj always wanted a daughter, but all he had were boys. Now, the fourth one was already in his wife's belly. She had told him if the fourth one was also a boy, he could get a concubine to bear him a girl, and that she wouldn't bear another child no matter what.

Of course, he didn't dare to get a concubine. His normally kind wife had been holding a pair of scissors when she said that. If it hadn't been for his sharp eyes, he might have been castrated.

His resentment and anticipation made him care for little girls. He envied Mag having Amy. Such a lovely girl. He must be very happy.

Amy nodded. "Okay." Then she turned and shouted, "Father, Blue Fatty wants a plate of rainbow fried rice."

Harrison and others burst out laughing. They were of similar build, but they still laughed out loud hearing Gjergj's nickname.

Gjergj froze for an instant, and his face became a little odd. Did she just call me a blue fatty? But looking at Amy's lovely and sincere face, he was unable to get angry; instead, even he was tempted to laugh.

"Yellow Fatty, Green Fatty, Red Fatty, Cyan Fatty, and Gray Fatty, why are you laughing?" she asked curiously as they threw back their heads and howled with laughter.

Their laughter broke off suddenly. They looked at each other's clothes, and then their faces became colorful.

The same thought went across their minds. She is indeed not as simple as she looks! They found her both irritating and cute.

"Haha, Red Fatty." Harrison couldn't hold back his laughter. He guffawed at the fatty in red opposite him.

"Shut up, you Gray Fatty." The one in red seemed a little embarrassed, but he felt like laughing too.

"Why? We're being laughed at, but we want to chuckle. There was a time when we would have overturned the table if someone laughed at us," the one in yellow said confusedly, trying to refrain from laughing.

"Maybe because they were not cute enough." The one in cyan sighed deeply.

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Chapter 75: This Roujiamo Can Help Lose Weight?

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Mag brought two roujiamos for Harrison first. He had put the bread in the oven at intervals, so they couldn't be ready at the same time.

Besides, roujiamo was a dish best served hot when the tasty gravy was still seeping in and wouldn't detract from the soft and crunchy texture of the bread. So, even if a customer ordered many, Mag would serve him at intervals, and those who ordered first would be served first.

"Please enjoy," Mag said, smiling. He went back into the kitchen.

"Smells terrific!" the one in red observed, his eyes fixed on the roujiamo as he sniffed the strong aroma. "Harrison, let me take a bite!" he said expectantly while Harrison was holding one roujiamo in each hand.

"Yeah, pass it along!" the one in cyan said, leaning over. The lean meat and fat in the bai ji bread was very appetizing.

Harrison shook his head without hesitation. He would have shared other food with them, but not this roujiamo.

He didn't get to eat any for breakfast, and had waited a whole morning. To be sure, Yangzhou fried rice was great, but it wouldn't make him feel high like this roujiamo would do. "Be patient. I'll dig into it now," he said with a grin as they stared at him, craving.

Is it really that good? they wondered.

Harrison was always an easygoing person. Normally, he would share his food with pleasure; however, today he wouldn't even let them take a bite to taste it. His abnormal behavior raised their anticipation for the dish.

Harrison lifted his right hand to take a large bite. His eyes closed spontaneously as he felt the gourmet food melting on his tongue. This feeling of pleasure put a smile on his face.

His friends couldn't divert their eyes. Despite themselves, they, too, all swallowed as he swallowed contentedly.

They couldn't feel what he was feeling, but the usually picky Harrison's satisfied smile said it all.

It was as if he had been shocked by electricity. Harrison's fat was starting to shake slightly because of the rushing blood. A sheen of sweat appeared on his face, but he was really enjoying it. He took another bite, and his whole body was shaking.

That's how it helps? they wondered, watching Harrison. They didn't believe him when he said it could lose weight, but now, they found themselves wrong.

Other customers had noticed Harrison's unusual state as well. In astonishment, they took a look at the roujiamo in their hand, and then at the one in his, but they found nothing different about it. They could feel their blood running wild, but they didn't understand why he was acting so dramatically.

Harrison's friends watched as he finished his first roujiamo, and swallowed countless times. Finally, Mag walked out with five roujiamos and served one to each of them. They came here together and were really good friends, so they didn't care who got served first.

"Ugly Duckling, watch closely. You don't want to miss this." Amy lifted the kitten up higher against her chest and widened her eyes.

Mag also stopped at the counter and looked back. Six fatties are eating roujiamo together. We don't come across something like this every day.

They studied the roujiamos in their hands and saw the white bread with chopped lean meat and fat inside. They were always bragging about how they had tried everything in the whole city, but they were seeing this kind of bread for the very first time. Their appetite was so whetted by the pleasant aroma and Harrison's swallowing that they all brought the roujiamos to their mouths immediately.

Harrison smiled at his friends. They will love its taste. He started eating his second one.

"Ah…"

They let out a satisfied sound in delight almost at the same time. Their voice was not very loud, but they were so in sync that other customers watched them with surprise.

Those who had tried this roujiamo knew the sound was a spontaneous reaction of the body. It was genuine, and felt so good that it was out of control.

So, other customers didn't find them annoying; instead, they were really enjoying themselves because they were in exactly the same embarrassing situation as they had been.

Their enjoyment turned to astonishment quickly.

They found the fat on the six fatties was starting to shiver. The fat on their calves, legs, bellies, and necks was shaking like waves. They were making waves just by sitting together!

Other customers were tempted to laugh, but thought better of it. They couldn't avert their eyes as they watched the waves, holding back their laughter.

The small-eyed man's face got red, trying to refrain from laughing out. He would have guffawed if he hadn't known better.

"It's so funny!" Amy clapped her little hands merrily. Never had she seen such an amusing reaction. These fatties can't control their fat!

"Meow…" Ugly Duckling lifted its pink paws to cover its eyes. They scared it.

It's truly exceptionally beautiful… Mag couldn't help laughing, and turned to go to the kitchen immediately. Obviously, roujiamo is working very well on extra fat people. This could become a selling point for certain people.

The six fatties were completely lost in the delicious taste of the food, and paid no mind to what other people were thinking. They were savoring the unprecedented gourmet dish as they felt their fat shaking.

Gjergj put down the bag slowly, not quite satisfied. "It's so delicious and can make me lose weight, no less! Maybe only God is able to devise a dish this magical."

Harrison nodded in agreement. "Mag is truly a genius." After two roujiamos, he was not quite full; one more was enough.

This roujiamo can help lose weight? Other customers' faces lit up as they heard this. They all had one or two friends who were fat and fond of eating. If it's true, I'll bring my fat friends here next time.

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Chapter 76: Please Take Me Seriously!

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Mag shook his head with a smile as he listened to their praise. Of course, he wasn't a genius. Geniuses didn't have to study sleeplessly and restlessly for 100 days to master how to cook roujiamo. He couldn't have done it without the system and his diligence.

Their compliments made him feel good, though. This feeling of being recognized was much better than when he had been blindly admired or criticized in his previous life.

"This roujiamo is so good. Is there anything else on the menu other than rainbow fried rice?" Gjergj picked the menu up as he was waiting for his second roujiamo and opened it with great expectations. He was a little startled when he found only two dishes on it, and the price made him gasp. "Yangzhou fried rice, 600 copper coins?! La zhi roujiamo, 300 copper coins?! They are so expensive!"

Harrison smiled. "If we were at other places, even 10 gold coins wouldn't buy anything this good. Besides, it can help us lose our weight. It's a bargain at this price."

The fatty in red nodded. "Yes. Even if it's thirty gold coins each, I will definitely have two more today," he said, putting down the bag unwillingly.

"You are always careless with money. This roujiamo is divine, and you're worrying about its price?" the one in cyan asked with surprise.

His other friends were all looking at Gjergj with a confused look. 300 copper coins is totally worth it. It's so delicious and can help lose weight. Besides, Gjergj is in charge of two forges himself; he can make at least 200 gold coins a day, and normally, he is always willing to pay for his friends.

Gjergj waved his hands immediately. "It's not that I think it's not worth the price," he explained in embarrassment. "It's my wife. She's pregnant and getting paranoid about me having another woman, so she only gives me three gold coins every day. I acted like that because I can only afford to eat one today."

"You always show off your wife. Now it's payback time!" the one in cyan said with a gloating smile.

"I'm curious, though. Do you really have another woman?" Harrison asked, teasing him.

"No need to ask. He is a henpecked husband. He doesn't even dare to look at other women. Having another woman is out of the question," the one in red said with a twist of his mouth as if he had seen through everything.

The fatty in green nodded merrily. "How wise of me to have rejected the marriage my father arranged for me the other day."

"You're just jealous of me having a wife. She gave me three sons. And she's pregnant again," Gjergj said, smirking, his voice full of love and pride.

"Then it's probably a boy again, and you like girls," Harrison said as he spread his hands, exposing the harsh truth.

"Shut up. If it's a boy again, I'll make my four sons pick up your daughters and sons. And then you'll know the true despair," Gjergj said to Harrison solemnly.

Harrison waved his hands in fright. "Please don't. You win… It's a girl. It's definitely a girl. Keep your naughty boys away from my future daughter."

"Then you have to show some sincerity. Lend me 10 gold coins." Gjergj held out his hand.

Harrison pushed his hand away with a smile. "Just eat your fill. I'll pay for your check. We're brothers."

"Thank you. But I want to order some food to go for my wife. She doesn't have any appetite these days. I'm supposed to stay home with her today. You said there was good stuff here, so I've come to see if there is anything she can eat. I can't let you pay for that." Gjergj gave an embarrassed smile, still holding out his hand.

"You are a hell of a man, Gjergj. Your wife is micromanaging you, and you still want to buy her food." Harrison was a little moved. He pulled out a dragon coin from his purse and gave it to his friend.

"It's nothing. She almost lost her life giving birth to our first kid," Gjergj said as he took the coin. "I tried to talk her out of having another, but she knew I wanted a daughter. So we had another, and then another. Now the fourth one is still in her belly. I'm lucky to have a wife like her. I deserve to be struck by lightning if I go find another woman." He smiled.

When he was done, his friends remained silent for a while. They had known each other for years, so naturally they had known about this. Although they often laughed at him for being a henpecked husband, they all quite respected his wife.

Harrison nodded. "Then this roujiamo is not a good choice. If she ate this, the baby might come out today. That would be very bad. Buy some Yangzhou fried rice for her. It's mild and has some nourishing effect. Maybe it's good for the baby too."

"All right. Then I'll buy a plate of Yangzhou fried rice for her. It's the same thing as the rainbow fried rice the little girl said, right?" Gjergj took a look at Amy, who was sitting behind the counter.

Harrison nodded. "Yes. But I don't know if you can have it to go," he said, hesitating. Roujiamo is easy to bring along, but it would be strange to walk with a plate of fried rice in hand.

"Owner, can I have a plate of Yangzhou fried rice to go?" Gjergj asked as Mag walked out with roujiamos.

"To go?" asked Mag in surprise as he put the roujiamos on the table. Some customers who were in a rush would eat the roujiamo on the road, but no one had ordered fried rice to go. He had to buy some boxes from the system.

Gjergj nodded sincerely. "My wife is in the sixth month of her pregnancy and doesn't feel like eating these days. My friend said your Yangzhou fried rice is very good, so I'm thinking about bringing some for her. Maybe she'll like it," Gjergj said with no certainty. He knew some restaurants didn't offer food to go.

He is a good husband, and a good husband deserves to be respected, Mag thought as he looked at Gjergj. He asked the system, "System, can pregnant women eat Yangzhou fried rice?"

"The ingredients of Yangzhou fried rice are pollution-free. Anyone can eat it," the system answered calmly. Then it paused a moment. "But la zhi roujiamo isn't fit for pregnant women to eat."

Mag was relieved. "Then make me some to-go boxes. Use the same trademark as the bag. It would be best if you could make the style of the boxes match the bags. Brown should do. Make it so that people can remember it at first glance."

"Please take me seriously!" the system said solemnly.

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Chapter 77: I Like Little Sisters

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"The bag is five copper coins each, so I'll give you 10 copper coins for a box," said Mag, paying no mind to the system's complaint.

The system paused for a moment before it said, "20!" Then, it added, "You can make 300 copper coins from selling a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. Subtract 20 copper coins for the box, and you can still make 280 copper coins off it. I will design the box like a top designer and paint the trademark like a top painter, and the materials will be environment-friendly and automatically degradable. The box can be reused many times…"

"Five," Mag retorted airily. "System, I'll bet you that he would be happy even if I just let him take the plate, and he would return it washed and dried. Remember, I don't have to use your boxes. And the profit of 300 copper coins off one plate is not much."

"Okay, deal, 10 copper coins each!" the system said hurriedly, grievance and helplessness in its tone. "Producing to-go boxes. The first batch will be ready in five minutes."

"Good." Mag was happy with the efficiency of the system. Smiling, he said to Gjergj, "Sure. But you have to pay an extra 20 copper coins for the packing."

Gjergj thought for a short while. "20 copper coins? All right. I'll have one plate of fried rice to go, then. Mine doesn't need to be packed," he said as he nodded.

Normally, restaurants wouldn't charge extra for packing. But I've already spent 600 copper coins on it, so another 20 won't make too much difference. Money is no issue as long as it's as tasty as this roujiamo and my wife likes it.

Mag nodded. "Please wait a sec." Mag turned to walk towards the kitchen, ignoring the system's shouting. He was much better at making money than he had thought; it was just that he had been lazy in his previous life.

Gjergj and his friends were eating the second roujiamo now, enjoying the tasty food and the shaking of their body fat.

The shaking fat was unpleasant to the eye and made many new customers watch with fright. The enjoyment and happiness on their faces, though, seemed to have been amplified by their fat mugs. The live commercial of their faces was making the new ones wonder what food was making them act like this. They couldn't help ordering one despite the high price. Many new consumers had stayed because of them.

Five minutes later, the system told Mag the boxes were ready and in place.

Mag was cooking Yangzhou fried rice. He looked back and saw a bigger iron box beside the one holding the bags. Inside was a neat pile of brown wooden boxes.

After the rice was done, Mag went over to the boxes and picked one up. It was thick as cardboard, but much stronger. There was a layer of clear plastic inside. It looked so fresh and clean and was leak-free.

On the box cover were two golden words "Mamy Restaurant", below which was a simple drawing of Amy's cute back. In the lower right corner was a small line of words: it was the address of the restaurant. It was simple yet exquisite. It would have made a nice bowl if it had been thicker.

Mag nodded with satisfaction. "Good. It matches the restaurant very well."

The system's work was of high quality as always. One such box should be worth a lot more than 10 copper coins.

Nonetheless, he was not sorry for the system. It accepted my offer so quickly, so obviously it's still making money.

These boxes didn't have the words "Yangzhou fried rice" on them, so Mag could totally use them for other foods.

Mag moved the fried rice from the wok to the box. The colorful fried rice was still very pretty inside the box.

"One roujiamo and one packed Yangzhou fried rice. Please hold it like this," Mag said as he put a roujiamo and a box of fried rice before Gjergj.

"Thank you." Gjergj's eyes lit up when he saw the exquisite wooden box. Other restaurants would usually put the food in a simple jar or something, but this wooden container is like a gift box, just as if it had been made by a skilled craftsman.

Such a beautiful box only costs 20 copper coins?! Perhaps it costs more than 20 for the owner to make a box like this. Gjergj had felt it was a little expensive, but now he felt he was getting the better end of the deal.

When my wife sees this beautifully packaged food, she may feel good too. Gjergj couldn't wait to take the food home to his wife.

"Both the Yangzhou fried rice and roujiamo taste better while hot. And this roujiamo is not fit for pregnant women," Mag reminded Gjergj when he was holding the roujiamo in one hand and was about to pick up the box with great caution.

Gjergj nodded. "I see. Thank you, Mag. I'll pay for this Yangzhou fried rice and roujiamo. My friends will pay for the other two roujiamos for me later." He held out the dragon coin to Mag.

"I'll pay for the rest, Mag," Harrison said.

"Nine gold coins," Amy said as she walked over to Gjergj with Ugly Duckling in her arms, holding a gold coin.

Gjergj put the dragon coin on Amy's hand and took the gold one. "You're very helpful, little owner. I have a boy; he is of similar age to you. I'll bring him along next time to play with you," he said, smiling.

Amy shook her head as she took the dragon coin. "I like little sisters, but you don't have any."

"…" Gjergj's smile froze on his face. He felt wounded suddenly and didn't know what to say.

"Hahaha…" His friends were laughing their butts off.

Mag could barely hold back his laughter. Amy told the truth. She prefers to play with girls, only she put it too bluntly.

"Maybe this time it's going to be a girl. Bye, Mag, little owner," Gjergj said as he pulled himself together and regained his confidence. Then, he turned to his friends. "I'll get going, then. I'll treat you guys next time."

"Just go. But I think you'll have to wait in line to buy food for your wife every day from tomorrow," Harrison said with a smile, waving his hand.

The fatty in cyan nodded. "Agreed."

"It would be great if we could eat all kinds of delicious food at home." The one in red sighed as Gjergj walked out holding the box carefully.

"You can't afford to hire a cook like Mag," the one in green sneered.

The fatty in red shook his head. "No. I mean if the owner could find someone to deliver the food to our house, I will be willing to pay extra."

They're talking about takeaways?! Mag stopped when he was about to go to the kitchen; the look on his face became a little strange.

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Chapter 78: Anti-deception Education

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Mag smiled, shaking his head. "Otaku like takeaways no matter the world they live in…" He used to eat at restaurants, but he had also ordered a takeaway once or twice.

He hadn't posted any comment on his takeaway on the microblog in case some people might retaliate—his order had given away where he had lived.

Besides, because of the delay caused by delivery, the texture and taste would change. It was not fair to judge a restaurant based on its takeaways.

He might have a vicious tongue, but he wouldn't depreciate a restaurant based on stuff like that. After all, he had to eat bad food because of his laziness, and that was why he didn't like takeaways.

Moreover, modern takeaways were relying on the instantaneity of information exchange. Customers could order a takeaway over the phone or different apps and make a deal with the restaurant directly.

The level of technology wasn't high enough here, so the takeaway business was just a pipe dream for them now. Mag himself had no plan of doing the takeaway business anytime soon. He had to focus on the urgent mission of getting 1,000 customers.

"But if I have to hire people to deliver food, those out-of-job desperate knights would be perfect. They have a horse and are familiar with the roads in Chaos City," Mag muttered to himself as he entered the kitchen.

The lunch hours were very busy. Mag politely turned down a few customers who were a little late—roujiamos had been sold out, and he was rather tired.

Mag breathed a sigh of relief as he closed the door, sinking into a chair.

"Father, we've sold 96 roujiamos and 24 plates of Yangzhou fried rice this noon. That comes to 432 gold coins," Amy said delightedly to Mag, holding Ugly Duckling in her arms.

"So much?!" Mag was taken by surprise.

That means we have earned over 200 gold coins this noon. We made more than 100 gold coins during breakfast hours, and the earnings may double during the four-hour dinner time as long as we have enough roujiamos.

Even more to his surprise, he had 40 new customers more for lunch. He saw the possibility of completing his mission. Now he had got 215 customers.

Amy nodded. "Yes! Father's rainbow fried rice and roujiamo are so good, they couldn't resist them." She crouched down to put the kitten on the ground and walked over to Mag. "You've been working so hard, Father. Let me pound your back for you," she said quietly.

Amy stood on tiptoe to pound Mag's shoulders and back with her small fists. She was too little, so it was not easy for her. She was trying hard to do it well.

Mag smiled and lowered his shoulders, enjoying Amy's pounding. Although she was a little mean to others, she was very obedient and caring before him.

Apparently, she got her vicious tongue from her father. There was nothing else for him but to forgive her.

"All right, Amy. I'm feeling much better now." Mag lifted her up, put her on his lap, and pinched her soft, delicate cheeks.

The improvement in her diet had put color in her cheeks. She wore clean clothes now and often washed her body and hair. The brat in shabby linen clothes had completely become a little "princess".

So, naturally, she would be targeted by many evil-willed men. Mag decided to teach her some basic skills to detect deception in case his cute, innocent daughter was kidnapped.

Krassu had come again this noon, but Mag had been busy cooking and serving, and Amy had been collecting money, so he had sat there for over an hour without getting to exchange many words with them. After he had eaten two plates of fried rice, he had been asked to leave on account of opening hours again.

Of course, Mag had done it on purpose. He was not pleased at all with him wanting to take Amy to that Magus Tower. Besides, Mag had already made it clear that he wouldn't let Amy go there, but the old man was pretty persistent. He should count himself lucky that Mag didn't ban him.

"Amy, I'll ask you a few questions and tell you something. Think clearly before you answer and remember my words, okay?" Mag said with a smile as he looked at Amy.

Amy nodded meekly. "Okay." She stared at Mag curiously. What does Father want to say? He seems so serious.

"If a stranger came up to you and said he would take you to eat something good, how would you reply?" asked Mag as he looked into Amy's eyes.

"Great!" Amy said as she clapped her little hands, her eyes brightened.

Mag didn't know whether he should laugh or cry. He had seen that coming. Good food was irresistible to foodies. Mag straightened his face and shook his head solemnly. "No. Remember, Amy, no strangers would take you to eat something good. Besides, who is a better cook than Father?"

Amy nodded. "Yes, Father cooks the most delicious meals!" After she thought for a moment, her eyes lit up. "Then I'll ask him to eat in our restaurant. This way he will have to pay for me."

Mag lifted an eyebrow. She is quite smart! Who would have thought she would answer like that?! Mag felt like praising her. Then, he asked, "If someone wanted to take you to a wonderful place…"

Amy nodded in delight instantly. "Great!" The look on her face indicated that she wanted to leave right now.

Mag shook his head immediately. "No, no. That's not the right answer." Having to stay at the restaurant almost all day long made Amy yearn to go outside. She was at an active age, so it was important for her to know when someone was deceiving her.

Mag gazed at Amy, and said solemnly, "You can play with other children or Teacher Luna, but if a stranger wanted to take you somewhere or show you something fun, you must say no, because Father has all the fun stuff. They are all lying to you."

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Chapter 79: I Will Marry Father When I Grow Up

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"Really?" Amy asked doubtfully as she looked at Mag.

Mag gave a serious nod. "Yes." Then, he asked in his mind, "System, I believe you have toys for kids, right?"

"I'm a God of Cookery Cultivation System! I don't have toys for kids!" the system replied angrily.

"Then I guess I'll buy some on the street," said Mag bluntly.

"Well…" The system sounded a little hesitant. It paused for a moment. "I don't have any right now, but I have a toy production line. What do you need? I can have it made in five minutes. Free delivery and reasonable price."

"I'll have to see the price first," Mag said as his mouth twisted, his voice still calm. Then he smiled at Amy. "Would you like a toy, Amy? I can conjure one for you."

"I…" Amy cocked her head to one side and thought for a while. Then her eyes lit up. "I want a little guy who can sing."

The first thing that came into Mag's head was Lilliput. "System, I don't suppose you traffic in human beings?" he asked subconsciously.

"Trafficking in human beings violates the second rule that the God made for me. I'll be reset and you'll be killed once I do that," the system said seriously, its voice mechanical and without emotion.

"Take it easy. I was just joking. Make a pretty music box for me then," Mag said quickly. He had wanted a Thumbelina or something, but obviously that was out of the question, so he bit back the words.

It seems the system has to follow rules too. That reminded Mag of the Three Laws of Robotics.

It was not a bad thing. It meant the system would still be under control and wouldn't cause any trouble even if it gained self-awareness.

Mag was already thinking about how to trick the system into telling him those rules. Taking advantage of the system was so much fun for him.

Now he was not confident of beating a normal human, let alone an orc or a demon. To be sure, he could totally hide behind Amy, but he wasn't very proud of it. A father should be able to shoulder all the hardships for his children.

That was why he was trying hard to make money to buy strength. When he was capable of picking up his sword again, he could deal with almost anything that got thrown at him with the swordsmanship in his head.

After all, Mag Alex had slaughtered dragons. He and his sword had feared no one.

It wouldn't hurt if I could procure something from the system to protect us while I improve my strength. I would feel safer, Mag thought.

"I have 500 different types of music boxes for you to choose from. Prices vary from 50 copper coins to 500 gold coins." The system now sounded like a seasoned businessman.

Mag looked through the music boxes that had appeared in his head. The one that was priced at 500 gold coins was made of pure gold, and inside it stood a golden little man. Too extravagant. Amy won't like this one.

He looked down, and one that was priced at 50 gold coins caught his eye.

It was a brown wooden box with a hemispherical glass cover inside which was a blond elf girl in a purple dress. She was playing on a violin. It was very well made. From the look of it, it should be able to simulate snowing as there was a layer of white particles on the ground. It could play 50 songs, and the price was relatively reasonable.

"I want that 50 gold coins one with a violin girl in it. Make that one for me," Mag said.

"You will pay 50 gold coins for that one?" the system asked, incredulous. After all, Mag had haggled with it over the price of to-go boxes for a long time, but now he didn't even think twice before spending 50 gold coins on a music box.

Mag knew what the system was thinking. "Of course. I'm willing to pay anything for Amy." Then he added, "I want to see it in five minutes, or I'll demand a refund."

"Making the music box. It will be ready in five minutes. The money has been deducted automatically," answered the system quickly.

Mag had done all that in his head. He was a man of action, so it had only taken him a minute to make this deal with the system. Amy thought her father was considering her request, so she reckoned she was asking too much. "Father, I don't need a singing little man. I love anything from you," she said quietly, shaking her head.

Her thoughtfulness made Mag want her to be a little stubborn sometimes and made his heart ache. He shook his head with a smile. "But Father wants to give you a singing little man, a very pretty singer. Just wait a little longer. This magic needs time to work."

"Really?" Amy's eyes brightened and she became expectant immediately. It must be a very fun toy!

She had no doubts about her father's words. He had said he would conjure up a beautiful house for her, and now she had a pretty restaurant; he had said he would give her pretty dresses, and now she could wear them every day. Her father had delivered on all his promises.

Mag nodded. Then, he said solemnly, "While we're waiting, I have one last question for you. If a kid said he liked you, what would you say?"

Perhaps every father who had a daughter wanted to know the answer to that question. Nobody liked the idea of their daughter marrying some punk.

Although Amy was only four, it was never too early for her to know this stuff.

He would protect her from those boys until she grew up and developed an integrated world view and could tell right from wrong. That was one of the reasons why he wanted to regain his strength.

Those boys had to think twice before making him, a dragon slayer, their father-in-law. They had to consider if they were able to stand a blow from his heavy sword.

"I don't like those brats," Amy said as she crossed her arms like a grownup. Then she looked up at Mag and her sweet smile returned. "I'll marry Father when I grow up," she said cheerfully and seriously. "Father has magic powers, can cook tasty food, and always tell me stories. Father is the best. There is no one better in the world."

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Chapter 80: Can She Really Sing?

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Mag nodded in contentment. No answer could be more reassuring right now. She had no idea what marriage was, so he was happy that she was relying on him.

When she grew up, if some punk wanted to get anywhere near her, he would teach him a lesson. It was his responsibility. But right now, it was too early for him to think about his son-in-law.

Now Mag felt so much relieved. He didn't know how to raise a kid, so he had to deal with the problems when they arose.

"One other thing. Call me dad instead of father. You can call me father in formal settings. Normally, just call me dad," Mag said after he thought for a moment.

To Amy, Mag was the most important reliance—her only reliance. He would weather any storm for her, so she addressed him formally to show her respect. However, there was a touch of distance in that address.

He had long since felt that way, only Amy had been a little abasing herself, so he hadn't brought that up to trouble her more until now.

Now she was pretty confident for her age, so he took this opportunity and brought it up.

Actually, Mag preferred Amy to call him papa, but people didn't say the word "papa" in this world. He didn't want to inconvenience Amy, and had to settle for "dad".

"Dad?" Amy gazed at Mag, a little confused. She had been looking at her father as the most incredible man who could do anything, so she addressed him "Father". She hoped her father would love her and protect her forever.

Now it seemed her father didn't like her calling him "Father". Dad does seem more intimate. Amy wrestled with herself for a while. Then she looked at Mag and nodded. "Okay, Father."

"It's all right. You'll get used to it later." Mag smiled and stroked Amy's hair. Obviously, it was impossible for her to adapt to the change right away, but the change was going to occur slowly yet surely. He wanted to be more intimate with his little girl and become somebody she could completely trust and rely on.

"The music box is ready. It took four minutes and thirty seconds," the system said. "It's in the second compartment in the counter right now. I offer a free packaging service. Do you need it?"

"Of course," Mag answered without thinking. Unwrapping the package was a lot of fun, and a good gift could be made better by a decent package.

More importantly, it was free! This stingy system was giving a service for free! That was a first.

"Amy, if you remember my words, I'll give you a gift," Mag said, smiling.

Amy's eyes brightened. "Is it a singing little man?"

Mag nodded. "Yes." It was not a living man, but it was definitely unique in this world.

She said happily, "Amy will remember it all, Fath—" She realized what she had just said and stopped suddenly.

"Meow…" Ugly Duckling had been padding around the chair while they were speaking. It crouched on the floor and looked up at them, wounded by them ignoring it.

Amy hopped down from Mag's lap and crouched to lift the kitten up. "Be good, Ugly Duckling. Father will give us a singing little man," she said, stroking its head.

"Meow, meow!" The little kitten really enjoyed Amy's stroking. It stared at Mag curiously as if it, too, was interested in the toy.

After the system said the packaging was finished, Mag rose to walk towards the counter. There, in the second compartment stood a gift box wrapped in purple paper, with a big bow on the outside. It was very girlish. He liked it.

Amy and her kitten looked at Mag with excitement, wondering what the singing little man would look like.

Mag took the box out. It was fairly heavy. He turned to show it to Amy.

"Wow, it's very pretty. Father, the singing little man is inside the box?" Amy asked as she walked over to her father, her eyes shining.

"Open it and you'll see. It's my gift for you," Mag said with a smile. He put the box on the counter and didn't mind that she addressed him "Father" again in excitement.

"Thank you, Dad!" Amy climbed up the long-legged chair and put her cat gently on the counter. She stared at the gift box for a while and looked up at Mag. "Dad, this box is so beautiful, I don't want to break it."

Mag smiled. He had never thought that Amy would be in a predicament because of this pretty gift box. He stroked her head. "It is beautiful, but it's just a box for containing the singing little man. It's waiting to become your friend."

Amy's look became determined instantly. "It must be very frightened. Okay, I'll save it right now!" Then she said to the box apologetically, "Sorry, little box, I have to tear you open to save the singing little man."

Under Mag's guidance, Amy removed the packaging paper and lifted the cover carefully. Finally, she saw the music box.

The base was made of solid wood, brown and classic, with two beautiful Chinese redbuds carved on it. On top of the base was a hemispherical glass cover, in the middle of which stood a blonde elf about 10 centimeters tall. She had long eyelashes and vivid eyes and seemed lifelike. Every string on the violin was distinguishable. A layer of small white balls was lying on the ground to simulate snow. It was exquisite and totally worth 5,000 copper coins.

"Wow, such a beautiful little elf!" Her blue eyes went wide and were shining in excitement.

"Meow, meow…" Ugly Duckling crawled closer and tilted its head to one side to look at the elf, its eyes filled with curiosity. It raised a paw and attempted to touch it, but then caught sight of Amy and stopped, looking cute and amusing.

Amy watched for a while. "But, Father, can she really sing?" she asked as she turned to look at Mag.

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Chapter 81: Mushroom Fairy

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"Sure. You just need to push this button here." Looking at the two excited little things, Mag pressed the little button on the side of the box.

Suddenly, the edge of the music box was lit up by colorful light. After the light flickered twice, the elf girl started playing the violin. She opened her mouth and melody began pouring out.

"A little girl goes to collect mushrooms, she carries a big bamboo basket, and leaves in the early morning barefoot… sai luo luo li sai luo luo li sai…"

The familiar tune startled Mag. He had thought the system would use the songs from this world and never expected to hear "a little girl with mushrooms". It had been translated into the common language of this world. I was a lively song, pleasant to the ear.

This music box was truly ingenious. Not only could the little elf sing and play the violin, she could rotate. Her dress danced with her, and the whole thing looked very lovely.

"System, you are not worried that I may become a famous children's song singer here with these 50 songs?" Mag asked in his mind.

"You're not able to sing in tune, so it's out of the question for you," the system said calmly.

"…" Mag didn't know what to say. The system really knew a lot about him. Then he looked at his daughter and smiled again. "It doesn't matter. Maybe I can't, but my daughter can."

"There's a 50 percent chance that your daughter is just like you," the system retorted.

"You don't need to worry about that. She has clearly inherited all the good genes. She'll learn this song in less than three days. You'll see," Mag said confidently while looking at Amy.

Elves were very versatile. They were blessed with a long life, so they had a lot of leisure time to do things they liked. Most of them were good at singing, dancing, drawing…

The sudden sound scared the kitten. It jumped back with a cry. Mag deftly caught it; otherwise, it would have fallen down the counter.

Ugly Duckling hadn't fully recovered from the fright. It stared at the little elf for a while and slowly backed away, wariness written all over its face.

Amy's eyes were fixed on the music box and became brighter by the minute. After the song was over, she turned to Mag, and said excitedly, "This little elf is a great singer, Father! Is she for real? Can she sing other songs?"

Mag nodded, smiling. "She'll be Amy's little friend from now on. She's not a real person, but she can sing a lot of songs for you. Let's just stick to this song right now, and after you've learned this song, we'll hear the next one, okay?" He didn't want Amy to just listen to them; he wanted her to learn them.

He was pretty expectant to hear Amy sing. Mag Alex hadn't been able to sing in tune, either. Amy had heard Luna sing one or two songs before, and she could hum a little after she had heard it several times. Apparently, she liked to sing; she just didn't have any chance to learn.

Amy nodded delightedly. "Okay. Amy loves singing. I'll have Mushroom Fairy teach me." She touched the music box and felt very satisfied.

Mag raised an eyebrow. Mushroom Fairy… A strange name for such a cute elf girl.

"But, Dad, Mushroom Fairy just mentioned lollipop in the song. What's a lollipop? She said she would share it with other kids. Is it delicious?" she asked curiously.

Mag nodded. "Yes. It's pretty delicious. But I can't conjure one for you right now," he answered regretfully. There was one incredible fact about foodies: after they heard a song, they might not recall the lyrics or tune, but they would definitely remember the food in it.

The system had told him that it would not sell lollipops unless he unlocked new recipes.

Mag was aware that the system was very inflexible when it came to recipes. It might be because of the rules, so he gave up.

Nonetheless, there were candy-making shops on the Aden Square. If Amy wanted to eat lollipops, he could ask them to make some. Perhaps he could even cooperate with them and sell lollipops in this world. He might change the world dominated by soft sweets here.

"Oh." Amy was a little disappointed, but her smile returned when she saw the music box on the counter. She stood on a step of the long-legged chair, wrapped her arms around Mag's neck, and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Father, for this singing Mushroom Fairy. I like it so much," she said merrily.

Smiling, Mag gave Amy's head a stroke. "I'm glad you like it. I'll go clear the dishes and do some preparations. If you're tired, go upstairs with Ugly Duckling and sleep for a while." He was very satisfied because Amy liked his little gift.

Amy nodded meekly. "Okay. But I want to listen for a while longer."

Mag changed some settings so that the music box would play "a little girl with mushrooms" over and over again. He turned to clean the restaurant as Amy rested her chin in her hands, staring at the music box.

Customers had really increased these days, and so had his workload. He had to process ingredients, receive customers, take orders, cook, serve, and clear the table… all by himself. It was really hard for him.

To be sure, Yangzhou fried rice could nourish his body, but the repeated work had exhausted his mind. He had to find a diligent worker as soon as possible.

When Mag was done cleaning the restaurant, Amy was already asleep on the counter with the music on. The kitten was slowly moving towards the music box, staring at the elf with an alarmed look on its face. It was both curious and scared, trying to get a closer look.

"Sleep upstairs, or you'll catch a cold." Mag took a glance at the jumpy cat, dried off his hands, lifted Amy up softly, picked up the cat, and went up the stairs.

"Meow…" Ugly Duckling scratched Mag's hand with its little paw in discontentment, but its claws were not long enough, so its scratching was more like stroking. It looked at the music box, unhappy. It had mustered up all its nerve to get so close. Just before it could reach it, it got taken away by Mag…

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Chapter 82: An Accident Scammer?

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After he put Amy and her kitten on the crib and tucked them in, Mag went downstairs to prepare ingredients for dinner. He stopped at the counter and put the music box in the compartment again. It came in very handy when he wanted his little girl to sleep.

Mag decided to make 128 roujiamos this evening. The dough needed two hours to be well kneaded, making it more urgent for him to improve his strength. If he could increase the strength by 0.5, the kneading time would be halved.

While kneading, Mag thought about his future plans. He was having a pretty comfortable and happy life with Amy now, but fathers always wanted to give their daughters a better life.

The restaurant was all he had right now, and he would always rely on it. It had brought him recognition and respect, as well as money. He felt happy doing this business.

His restaurant was running smoothly and had new customers every day. It wasn't packed with customers yet, but he was already busy enough.

He was close to the goal of selling 1,000 roujiamos. At this rate, he needed only two more days. Then he could unlock tofu pudding and add it to his menu.

The thought of tofu pudding made his mouth water and made his kneading hands feel stronger.

"Father…" Amy said at the door with Ugly Duckling in her arms after Mag had finished kneading, her eyes still drowsy. The kitten slid down along her dress by itself.

Although it was only a few days old, it was very energetic. The little doze seemed to have charged it up. It started running and jumping happily in the kitchen.

"Sit. I'll bring you a glass of water," Mag said with a smile as he turned to look at Amy. When he was about to reach for the glass, the frolicking kitten suddenly bumped into his feet. It froze on the spot right away and looked up at Mag for a little while and fell on its back, motionless. It looked at Amy with watery eyes, face aggrieved.

"An… An accident scammer?!" Mag couldn't refrain from laughing as he saw this. This little rascal, that was an Oscar-level performance there. It has given up on being a master and is trying to start an acting career?!

"Ugly Duckling, I saw what happened. Don't get up if you like the floor. I won't hold you anymore if you get dirty," Amy said solemnly as she looked at the cat.

"Meow…" The cat got back on its feet with agility. It cast a sullen look at Mag and ran back to Amy, rubbing itself against her leg.

After Amy drank her water, she went to play with the music box along with her kitten. She must have inherited her mother's musical gift since she could hum along with the song after she heard it only a few times. It seemed she could learn how to sing it in a day or two. Her sweet and childish voice was so cute.

Mag took a look at the time—it was only half past four, but some customers were already looming outside. Now and then, they would peer into the window to look for Mag.

They knocked at the door sometimes, but Mag ignored them. It was too early to open the door; besides, he wanted to have some rest—he had to make supper for themselves.

People outside were starting to line up, about half a dozen. Some were calm, but others were becoming restless.

"Why is it still not open? I didn't have any lunch and came early to eat roujiamo." A young man walked back and forth anxiously. He wanted to knock on the door, but drew back his hand again—someone had done what he had attempted to do, and there was no response.

"Calm down. No need to rush," Krassu said slowly. "The owner here is very punctual. He won't open a minute earlier than five and won't cook for you after nine. Be patient, young man."

Krassu's smile couldn't hide the sulkiness in his voice. He was a 10th-tier magic caster, and now he had to wait in line every day in front of a restaurant. This would become breaking news in Rodu.

If it were not for the Yangzhou fried rice and the little girl, I would never come here,thought Krassu. He was lucky that he hid for a dozen years; now, even in Chaos City few people could recognize him. He didn't have to lose too much face.

"Mag's roujiamo is worth the effort. You can't find it anywhere else," Harrison said, grinning. He had invited his friends to come with him, but they were all busy. He was also a little busy this evening, so he came here early.

A carriage stopped near the people. "Harrison, you're so early. You came alone?" Gjergj said as he came out of the carriage, a little surprised.

"They're all busy this evening. I've got some business to deal with as well, so I arrived early," Harrison explained. Then, he asked curiously, "The Yangzhou fried rice, your wife liked it, I hope?"

Gjergj handed a dragon coin to him. "Here, a dragon coin." Then, he smiled, and said, "She didn't like it. She loved it! She hadn't eaten much for several days, and she finished the whole plate. Not even one grain of rice was left. And she asked for more! So I'm here to buy some for her supper. She has decided to eat the fried rice for her every meal."

Harrison took the coin and patted his friend on the shoulder. "All thanks to Mag. She's giving you more pocket money now?"

Gjergj nodded, smiling. "Yes, but I can't hang out with you guys for a while. I have to stay home with my wife."

Harrison gave a nod. "Right. Then I'll drink more."

After he had some rest, Mag made two plates of Yangzhou fried rice and put the bai ji bread in the oven.

During supper, Ugly Duckling gave a sorrowful look again, staring at them with longing eyes. It looked so melancholic that even Mag wanted to give it some fried rice and roujiamo. But before he could say anything, Amy's vicious tongue had already made it look away as always.

After Mag cleared the table, it was just five o'clock. He opened the door and was stunned out of words.

Two dozen people were waiting outside. They formed a very long queue. Their faces lit up when they heard the door open.

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Chapter 83: I've Brought My Own Chair

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The long queue had drawn a lot of attention.

This corner on the Aden Square had only unusual shops, like magic potion shop, forge, etc., so nobody would come here unless they had to or they were just strolling.

People had never seen such a long waiting line before any shop or restaurant, so they were pretty intrigued. The grand restaurant and the expectant faces made them curious.

What does it sell? The owner has so many customers just waiting outside? they wondered.

What was more surprising was that these customers were waiting quietly. People who knew each other might talk to one another in a low voice now and then, but unlike other restaurants, they were not very restless and impatient.

This atmosphere and their expectant faces gathered some onlookers. Although they didn't join the long line, they stayed. They wanted to find out what this restaurant had to offer.

Mag was startled by the long queue. He had never thought that so many people would come so early.

Besides, the queue had managed to attract over 20 spectators. He was not very confident that all of them would become his customers, but there was a high chance that some would.

"Oh, finally. Mag, I've waited for a half hour," the young man standing at the head of the line complained, though his eyes shone with delight.

"We follow the opening hours on the signboard here. You can come when it suits you. Now, come in, please," Mag said with a smile, holding the door open. There was no apology on his face, though.

He was not prepared to compromise on opening hours. He needed enough time to rest and prepare. Moreover, if this rule were broken, he would have to open earlier and close later again and again. That was the last thing he wanted. He didn't like the idea of losing his rest day.

The young man nodded. "I know. It's the rule. I'd like two roujiamos please," he said as he walked in.

He had seen Mag and Amy eating inside and found Mag a little unreasonable when he didn't let them in.

That being said, he had to forgive him on account of the tasty food. After all, he would never eat anything this good in another restaurant even if he waited for one day.

Krassu walked up to the door and smiled. "Mag, have you given any thought to—"

"Sir, please come in and place your order first. We don't want to make the ones behind you wait for too long, do we?" Mag interrupted with an impeccable smile and a perfect excuse.

"No." Krassu had no choice but to bite back his words and limped inside, leaning on his staff. When he saw Amy, who was playing with her kitten at the counter, his eyes brightened again. He hurriedly walked to the table near the counter and seated himself. "Good evening, little girl," he said to Amy, smiling.

Amy raised her head and took a glance at Krassu. "Good evening, white-bearded grandpa." She caught sight of his staff, which had a sapphire at the top. "Is that a magic staff? The one that every magic caster has?" she asked curiously.

"Yes. And it's not a normal magic staff. Apart from performing magic, it could be used to hit my enemies. I have hit a dragon's head with it once," Krassu answered with a smile, gently running his hand along the staff. Suddenly, he found himself missing the old times. When he was young, his fearlessness had won him the nickname "Mad Magic Caster", but this renown seemed to have all but faded.

"Good for you," Amy said indifferently as she stared at the sapphire. Obviously, she was more interested in the shining gem.

Krassu had intended to brag about his past, but Amy's indifference really put a damper on his speech. He gave an awkward smile and stopped talking.

At least he had found an opportunity to talk to Amy, so he wasn't in a rush. This little girl must have many interests, and I only need to find one to coax her into leaving with me. He turned and saw Mag walking in. "Mag, I'd like two plates of Yangzhou fried rice. Please serve them up separately."

Mag nodded. "Okay, please wait a sec." He turned around and went into the kitchen. I just taught Amy to detect deception this noon, and now this evil-willed Krassu wants to trick her into becoming his disciple. He can be used to assess my teaching's results. If I have overlooked something, I'll make it up with Amy later tonight.

All the customers had entered, and still the restaurant was not full. That was the benefit of a larger restaurant. There were 16 tables and each was able to seat four people, so it could accommodate up to 64 customers at one time.

Many customers were sitting alone; few were sharing the table with strangers. They had no choice but to share their table when there were more customers.

Out of curiosity, many onlookers came in as well, but when they saw only two dishes and their high prices, most of them shook their heads and left.

The owner here must be out of his mind, the ones that had left thought. 600 copper coins for a plate of Yangzhou fried rice? Many people have to work for days to earn that money.

Others who had some coins in their pocket stayed, but didn't place their order right away. They had planned to wait and see the food first.

A man's voice rang out. "Mag, I've brought my own chair. Can I come in?" The door was pushed open and a demon stuck his head in the door.

Some customers were startled, and some were looking at him with alarm. Lava demons were known for their grumpy temper, and this one was surely not a good-tempered one.

"Big Bald Head, don't be so loud, or I'll set you on fire," Amy said sullenly as she looked at Sargeras. She didn't want him to frighten the customers.

Sargeras gave an apologetic smile right away. He remembered all too well the sting of her little fireball. He had earned nine gold coins from his quests today. He didn't want to cause any trouble, because he needed the roujiamo here. So, he lowered his voice. "Mag…"

The lava demon was like a sheep in his restaurant. Mag wanted to laugh. Never thought he would bring a chair. Maybe he was a little scared by the 10-dollar chair.He walked to the kitchen door and nodded. "Sure. Come in."

Sargeras opened the door, walked in with a humble iron chair, and took a seat by the door. He opened his mouth to order food, but the sight of Krassu choked off his words. His eyes widened. Isn't that…

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Chapter 84: Would You Pay For Me?

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Sargeras bit back his words as he gazed at Krassu, and cringed.

He had seen a magic caster defeat a dragon outside of Rodu, and he had heard him shout that he would batter the dragon's head with his staff.

And now that magic caster was waiting to be served here in his white robe. He could only see his profile back then, but he had recognized him at first glance. He was in awe of powerful humans.

He felt he could also fight a dragon after he got to another level and procured the weapon under the holy lake, but he might have to eat a lot of roujiamos first. He had to find quests in the guild and make money to eat roujiamo every day.

The owner here is indeed much stronger that he seems. Such a powerful magic caster is eating in his restaurant, Sargeras thought. He felt fortunate that he hadn't made any waves in the morning. "Mag, I'd like three roujiamos," he said to the owner.

He had only eaten one roujiamo for breakfast and several wild fruits in the swamp for lunch. He had killed a dozen poison dart frogs and felt famished right now.

The quest's payment was only sufficient to pay for three roujiamos. He needed a lot more. He had to go to the guild early tomorrow to seek quests with better payment.

Mag nodded. "All right. Please wait a moment." Sargeras moved the wooden chair aside. His iron chair only had several bars and a round plate, simple yet firm. Seeing that he was using it to eat roujiamo, it should be difficult to burn.

Mag was not very worried that he would burn the floor or wall, because he hadn't left a mark on the floor in the morning. It seemed the system had built this restaurant with some pretty good materials.

"The floor is made of rocks from the bottom of Santonia, an active volcano which is the holy land of the lava demons," the system said proudly. "The material was processed by sanding, polishing… The floor has high heat resistance. The wall is made of synthetic sound-proof material, which has high hardness. A coating using the same material as the floor has been applied on the surface, so it also has good heat resistance."

"Then is the wall strong enough to keep out dragons?" Mag asked as he lifted an eyebrow.

For a while, the system said nothing. "The restaurant is designed to deal with normal problems. You should try not to provoke a dragon if you cherish your life."

"Aren't dragons normal in this world? System, you need to work on your construction ability." Mag sighed regretfully.

Mag hadn't expected too much from the building, though. However, if the walls were extremely strong, he could use his restaurant as a fortress.

"Please don't underestimate me. It's just that you haven't upgraded the restaurant. It's still lv1," the system said seriously.

Mag's eyes lit up immediately. "The restaurant has levels? How to upgrade it? More missions?" he asked eagerly. It's more interesting if it could be upgraded. Maybe I can turn it into a fortress after all.

"Spend 50,000 gold coins on anything except ingredients, and then the restaurant will be upgraded to lv2," answered the system.

Mag was taken aback. "You money-grubber." He had thought that he might have to do some missions. Turns out I only need to pay to upgrade. But 50,000?! What a rip-off!

"After you've upgraded it to lv2, you'll be given a chance to change the restaurant for free, and you can unlock many other things. Go for it!" the system said.

"I don't have enough money," Mag said with a twist of his mouth. He was still trying hard to save 10,000 to buy his strength. He wasn't able to procure 50,000 anytime soon. Anyway, he was pretty happy with the restaurant now and was in no rush to upgrade it.

Mag started serving customers in the order of their entry. The bread loaves were almost ready in the oven, so he served roujiamo first. After he put the second batch of bai ji bread into the oven, he began cooking Yangzhou fried rice.

Many customers came very early these days, so Mobai was not always the first anymore. Although he lived next door, he was busy forging weapons every day. He arrived shortly after it had opened and ordered two plates of fried rice as usual.

"Little girl, can I buy you something to eat?" Krassu smiled as he looked at Amy, trying to lure her with good food.

Amy's eyes brightened. "Okay." Then she shook her head. "But I'm already full. You can buy me something tomorrow. You'll pay for me, right?"

"Sure. I'll buy you anything you like," Krassu said with a big smile. She is a little foodie. She can't resist good food.

I can easily check her magic talent as long as we are alone. Maybe I can even use food to make her come with me to the tower.

Mobai studied Krassu with narrowed eyes. Then he took a look at Mag, who was slaving away in the kitchen. I have to warn Mag later.

Amy nodded happily. "Then I'll eat breakfast after you arrive in the early morning. Just pay for my food. I like my father's cooking. It's the best," she said with an innocent smile.

Krassu had planned to show off the tasty food in Rodu to intrigue Amy, but now he felt like he had played himself.

Then he found she had a point now that he thought on it. He hadn't found anything good to eat for years in the whole Rodu, let alone Chaos City, but Mag's fried rice made him want to eat it for every meal.

It wasn't a smart move to offer to buy the owner's girl something to eat. Now that he had played himself, he had to live with it. "Right. Then I'll come here and pay for you tomorrow," he said with a helpless nod.

Amy nodded. "Thank you, white-bearded grandpa." It felt so good to get paid when you ate your own food at your own house.

Mobai froze for a minute and almost laughed out loud. He looked at Amy and found his worry was completely unnecessary. She isn't easily tricked.

Other customers were all gazing at Amy with interest. This little half-elf girl is so cute and talks in a funny way. She often makes people speechless, but it's very amusing to watch.

Krassu refused to give up easily. He thought a moment, and then his face lit up. "I can show you something interesting, like dancing snowmen." He snapped his fingers and many thumb-sized white snowmen jumped down from his hand. They started dancing in a ring on the table.

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Chapter 85: Can Your Little Man Sing?

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Five white little men formed a little ring and waved their hands to dance on the table as if they were dancing around a bonfire. They immediately caught people's eyes. It was naturally very magical to normal people.

The reason why humans could live on this continent was because of intrepid soldiers. Besides them, powerful magic casters were also definitely worth mentioning; in the war among species, they had turned a losing war into victory more than once.

After the war, the royals of the Roth Empire held them in high regard. They had built a Magus Tower to welcome all the powerful magic casters. They held a high social position in the empire.

So, humans were in awe of them. Although Chaos City was not under the administration of the Roth Empire, humans were still living peacefully here with the powerful country behind them.

Other customers were looking at Krassu with respect as the old man in robe performed his magic. Then they took a look at Amy. Such an interesting magic! This little girl must love it.

"Can your snowmen sing?" Amy asked as she shrugged, watching the dancing little men. She wasn't quite impressed.

Ugly Duckling also took a look, and then it drew back its head disappointedly, boredom written all over its face.

"S-sing?" Krassu was taken aback. I can make them do more difficult tricks, but sing? I got beaten by my master many times for failing to articulate spells, he thought as he watched his dancing snowmen. Then he shook his head with a smile. "They have been conjured up by magic. They can't sing."

Amy's question made other customers widen their eyes in surprise. She's not happy with that? It's asking too much to make them sing. They were conjured up by magic; it's just impossible. The old man has said it himself.

Amy shook her head. "But mine can. Besides, your snowmen are ugly," she said as she looked scornfully at those faceless snowmen before Krassu.

The old man was unconvinced. "Your little man can sing and dance? No, that's impossible," he said, shaking his head,

The looks on other customers' faces said they didn't believe Amy, either. It's impossible, unless there is a hidden Lilliput on this continent.

Mag made a faint smile in the kitchen. He was pretty satisfied with his anti-deception teaching, and felt happier now that his little girl was getting ready to flaunt her new toy.

"Well, I guess I'll have to show you," Amy said helplessly. She crouched down, took the music box out, and put it on the counter softly. "Behold, the singing little girl Father has conjured up for me."

They all craned their necks to get a better look. The moment they saw the music box, their eyes lit up immediately.

"It's so pretty!" exclaimed a girl not far from the counter, her mouth slightly open. On top of an exquisite wooden box was hemispherical crystal glass, inside which stood a fair elf holding a musical instrument. It was so beautiful that they couldn't avert their eyes.

"Whoa…" The looks on their faces were almost the same. It was not a shining toy, but the sight of the transparent crystal cover that had no impurities whatsoever was enough to make them gasp in wonder.

He used a piece of crystal glass to make a toy for his daughter?! Talk about spoiling! That's simply unimaginable!

Now the dancing snowmen before the old man were a little ordinary compared to the elf in a purple dress, and even their lovely dancing had become a little silly.

Krassu took a look at the music box. He didn't conjure that up! He was very confident because there was no trace of magic wave around it. Looks like he lied to his girl again. But he didn't expose his lies. He wasn't averse to his ways; he understood it was not easy for a man to raise a child alone.

"It can sing?" Krassu asked in doubt. There's no magic wave, so obviously that puppet elf can't sing or dance.

They were all gazing at it curiously. It's absolutely stunning. She said it could sing. We'll wait and see.

"Of course." Amy pushed the little button on the side.

Colorful light around the edge flickered, and then the melody started. "A little girl goes to collect mushrooms…" The elf girl started playing the violin while rotating. She looked so lifelike as if she were real.

"That's… That's impossible!" Krassu's eyes widened as he watched the little elf. He could sense trace amounts of energy wave, but he was sure it was not magic. If it's not magic, how can this puppet girl sing and dance?

He had said so confidently that Amy's toy couldn't sing, but she could not only sing, she sang very well, like a bird, as if a real elf were singing merrily. He became a little embarrassed.

He had lived for quite a long time and hadn't commented much since he passed 100. Who would have thought that he would strike out here?

If his hide hadn't grown thicker as he grew older, he might have taken off his robe and sunk into the ground with shame. It was so embarrassing. He lowered his eyes, wishing this little episode would blow over. They wouldn't embarrass an old man too much, I hope.

"It really can sing and sings so beautifully. Is this a child's song? Why haven't I ever heard it before?" the girl nearby said with surprise and doubt as she listened to the music.

It's a merry song, and the words are encouraging kids to work and share. It should be one of the popular songs. It's strange that I don't know it, she thought.

Amy turned it off. "White-bearded grandpa, Mushroom Fairy can sing and dance. Aren't your snowmen a little dull?" she asked seriously, looking at Krassu.

Now they were all staring at Krassu with strange looks on their faces.

It was not very decent to laugh at an old magic caster, but Mag couldn't refrain from smiling, because the old man had fared so miserably against Amy's toy when he tried to impress her with his magic. Now how would he respond to her question?

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Chapter 86: I Want To Protect My Father

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Sargeras' shoulders shook wildly in his effort to hold back his laughter. He covered his mouth to smother his voice, but still a snort of amusement came bursting out through his nose without his permission.

He might have guffawed if he hadn't known better.

The customers nearby glanced at the demon who was easily amused and had terrifying laughter, and changed their seats to stay away from Sargeras—even if they had to share a table with strangers.

Despite his thick hide, Krassu gave a dry smile in abashment as he felt the stares. When he was about to say something to put an end to this awkward moment, Mag put a plate of fried rice before him. "Your Yangzhou fried rice," he said, smiling.

Krassu's eyes lit up immediately when he saw Mag. "Mag, how did you conjure up such an interesting little elf?" he asked. He was using Mag to shift their uncomfortable gaze. Besides, he was indeed very curious about this toy.

It shouldn't be magic, because I can't sense any around it. But if it's not magic, how can it sing? It's impossible for it to move by itself, Krassu thought.

Other customers were afire with curiosity by then. They were all staring at Mag, wondering. Who the hell is he? Not only can he cook, he is able to conjure up such an exquisite toy. Is he really a powerful magic caster?

"This is not usual magic. There are other things involved. It's difficult to explain in detail. I'm afraid maybe you can't understand," Mag answered.

"You might be right," Krassu said, feeling a little despised. Yet when he opened his mouth, the words would not come. He found Mag might have a point. He had been dealing with magic all his life, so he knew little about other things.

Even his social skills were awful. As such a powerful magic caster, he should have had geniuses lining up at his door asking to become his disciples, but in fact, he had to travel long and far to look for a disciple at such an old age.

To make matters worse, he had been ridiculed for his effort to check a restaurateur's daughter's talent.

Seeing that the old man didn't intend to ask more questions, Mag turned to walk towards the kitchen. He had prepared many mechanical theories for his questions. Although they were just something he had learned in college, it should prove more than effective to impress the people here—he had graduated from one of the top 20 engineering universities in the world.

Amy gave Mag a sweet smile, quite proud of herself.

Mag looked down at his greasy hands and didn't stroke Amy's hair. He smiled back, eyes full of fondness, and went into the kitchen.

Amy's response had been impeccable. She had done everything Mag had taught her and more. She might have made Krassu doubt himself.

Harrison looked at Mag's back. "Magic caster or not, Mag is incredible," he said as he took a bite of his roujiamo, his fat shaking.

"Agreed." Gjergj nodded, his fat shaking as well. "I wonder if Mag will sell that. Parmer would be happy to see it," he muttered, staring at the music box in spite of himself.

Other customers took a glance at the two fatties, whose fat were dancing wildly, and nodded thoughtfully. Mag is truly incredible.

Sargeras managed to hold back his laughter. He felt even hungrier. Once he would have shouted at the owner and threatened to smash the restaurant, but today, he was waiting patiently.

After all, even a 10th-tier magic caster had to suck it up here. He might be grumpy, but he hadn't got into any big trouble journeying 50 years on this continent. He was pretty reasonable, actually.

When other customers were enjoying their meals and stopped paying attention to him, Krassu took several bites of his fried rice and gazed at Amy, who was stroking the kitten's head while staring at the little elf in the music box. He started scheming again.

After he thought a moment, Krassu looked at Amy and smiled. "Little girl, what we have just talked about doesn't matter. What really matters is that someday bad things might happen, whether they be an act of God or an act of man. At moments like those, the powerful ones can protect themselves and their loved ones. I, for one, have such power. Do you not want to learn magic to protect the ones you love?"

Amy thought for a moment and turned to look at Mag in the kitchen. "I want to protect my father," she said, with determined eyes.

"Meow…" cried out Ugly Duckling as it lifted its head, trying to remind Amy of its existence.

"You're not included," Amy said, pushing its little head down.

"Meow, meow…" the kitten cried out disappointedly in a soft voice as if it had been wounded.

"That's right," said Krassu, nodding with a smile. "If you want to protect someone, you have to be powerful yourself. And you will be if you learn from me." He was trying to make himself look like a kind, reliable master.

Although he had said some similar words yesterday and got rejected directly by Mag, he really wanted to make sure whether or not Amy had the talent. If she was really talented and fit to be his disciple, he would do his best to gratify Mag's requirements. He would be dead in several years, so there was little he cared about.

Amy nodded. "I think you're right." But before Krassu could smile, Amy added doubtfully, "But white-bearded grandpa, you can't even walk with ease. You can't protect yourself, and you want to teach me to protect my father? Protect him from whom? Kids like me?"

"Well…" The look on Krassu's face became odd again. What's going on in her head? Why is she not like other kids?

Besides, do I look like I can only protect his father from kids?! Krassu raised an eyebrow.

He had fought an orc when he was only 18. He had smashed his staff on the head of a giant dragon when he was 24. It was a weak green dragon, though. But he was at his peak after all. He would never harm a child.

"If you don't trust me, you can use any magic on me. I'll just sit here and won't move," Krassu said confidently as he slapped his chest.

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Chapter 87: My Fireball Might Make You Kick The Bucket

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Krassu and Amy's conversation once more caught others' attention.

Some customers had seen Amy use her magic on Sargeras. Even a lava demon was almost burnt by that little fireball, and now the old man will just sit there and won't move? Maybe he shouldn't let his guard down like that.

"Do you see the small purplish gold staff on his robe? If I remember right, only those who serve the Roth Empire have that on their robes," said a middle-aged human male, who was dressed like a businessman, in shock. He was staring at the old man's left shoulder, on which a pinky-sized staff in purplish gold was embroidered.

"Yes. This old magic caster serves the empire?" said his dinner companion, a little surprised as he gazed at the emblem. It was the highest honor for a human magic caster. No one dared to impersonate one.

The people nearby overheard their words. They all looked to Krassu's shoulder. Most of them might've not seen a magic caster who served the empire before, but they had heard many stories about them.

After Alex was killed in battle, for so long the army of the empire hadn't seen one Griffin Rider who was able to kill a dragon by himself. These years, when evil dragons attacked towns and cities of the empire, more often than not, those magic casters serving the empire would show up to fight them with their powerful magic. They brought peace to the people and earned more of their love and respect.

They were all 8th-tier magic casters and above. They were very powerful and had done much for the empire.

If this white-robed old man serves the empire, then he is at least an honorable 8th-tier magic caster, the customers thought.

He is a senior magic caster that should be respected by most of his peers, but he got made fun of by Amy several times. Judging by the words he said, he probably wants to take Amy in as his disciple, but apparently she's not very interested.

Since when is it so hard for an 8th-tier magic caster to find a disciple? they wondered. Amy is little and doesn't know much, but Mag owns such a multicultural restaurant, so it's impossible for him not to recognize that purplish gold staff.

Mag's calmness after Krassu implied his intention surprised them even more.Maybe that old man isn't good enough for Mag. Maybe he is a more powerful magic caster, they thought.

Now that they had figured out who the old man was, they felt they could see the result of his little game with Amy.

He is a royal magic caster, and she is a restaurateur's daughter who can barely walk. They are utterly different in social position and power. Amy can't possibly hurt him even if he doesn't move, they thought.

He is clearly above the 8th tier if he can beat a dragon with a fireball. He's reached the 9th tier. Or the 10th, Sargeras thought. He still remembered the scene outside of Rodu as if it were yesterday.

The look on his face became a little strange when he saw Amy. But even a 10th-tier magic caster might suffer if he took her fireball lightly like I did in the morning.

Her fireball is small, but its power is huge. Its temperature is even higher than my flames'. She has such an incredible talent at such a young age. If I were a magic caster, I might want her to become my disciple as well.

Krassu's request really intrigued Amy. "White-bearded grandpa, are you serious?" she asked incredulously. "My fireball might make you kick the bucket."

"Yes. Little girl, don't hold back, and don't worry about me," Krassu said confidently. "If I can't stand your fireball, I guess I can only fight little children from now on." Amy's worry warmed his heart.

He was even happier now that he knew Amy could use fireball magic. Turns out she can use magic despite her two bloodlines. She's trainable. But I have to see her magic first to assess her talent.

"Actually, I just don't want to burn the chair and table," said Amy, casting a worried look at the table before Krassu.

"…" For a moment, Krassu didn't know what look he should use to express how he was feeling. He had never thought that he would be less important than a table and chair. "Don't worry. I'll pay for everything you burn," he said disappointedly in depression.

Amy nodded. "Well, since you have requested so sincerely, I guess I have to grant your wish. Why would anyone ask for this?" she said, the look on her face seeming like she were looking at a naughty child. She put Ugly Duckling aside and looked at Krassu. "Scream if you can't stand it," she advised.

Krassu shook his head. "That will never happen." He looked so relaxed, like a real master.

"Then here it comes," Amy warned, looking at Krassu. She held out her little hand, and suddenly a flame appeared and contracted into a bluish violet little fireball quickly. She threw it at the old man.

Krassu's eyes went wide as he watched the flame. Such pure magic! The fireball doesn't have any other magic elements. It's small, but it has tremendous power.

Of course, Amy's fireball was no more than a spark to him, but the spark had ignited infinite possibilities.

She's only three or four, and she has mastered the fireball magic all by herself without any guidance. She doesn't need any spells or time to perform her magic, no less. And she has figured out how to throw it out. She is just the kind of genius I've been searching for!

Most importantly, he liked this simple and violent fireball magic the best. His fireball magic was the fastest and the most powerful on the whole Norland Continent, if nothing else. No one disputed that.

After all, he could use his fireballs to fight dragons and send them scurrying away. No other man could do that on this continent.

In the split second when he was thinking, the fireball landed on his long beard. It started burning immediately.

"Shoot!" Krassu cried out, startled. He rose hurriedly to his feet and ran towards the door, not caring what he had just said, his beard in flames.

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