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 136: I Feel Drained

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Sargeras' eyebrow rose in surprise. "I thought about the same thing, and then a fireball landed on me." He took a look at Krass and Urien. "Go ahead if you think you can beat those two old men."

Kiel suddenly felt a cold shiver from fear as he remembered the frightening Frost Dragon and the old man who smashed the dragon with only one swing. He shook his head. "I think it's best if we just buy from him."

Sargeras felt relieved, and then he turned to Mond. "How do you feel, Mond?"

"I think I'm close. I need two more roujiamos, I think," Mond said after he thought a moment.

"Two roujiamos?" Sargeras said excitedly. "We can totally use roujiamo to show how strong we are."

Kiel's face lit up. "Like 1st-tier one roujiamo, 1st-tier two roujiamos?" He stood on tips of his toes to pat Mond on the shoulder. "That's not bad."

Sargeras nodded. "Yes. We can use this naming mechanism on 1st-tier and 2nd-tier fighters. I don't know how many roujiamos I need to reach the 4th-tier myself." He thought for a while, and added, "Our 2nd-tier fighter can be as strong as a 4th-tier human magic caster or knight. So, this naming mechanism is much better."

"I agree," Mond said with a grin.

"Big Bald Head, Bald Head No. 2 and 3, keep it down! Don't disturb other customers. You don't want to make me angry," Amy said, staring at them with wide eyes, shaking her angry fists.

Krassu and Urien turned to look at Sargeras at the same time.

Sargeras became uneasy suddenly, but it was not getting banned he was worrying about. It was his life. "Be quiet," he said quickly to his men, gesturing for them to keep their voices down.

Kiel and Mond stopped talking immediately, excited and not annoyed.

Kiel had broken through the second barrier, and Mond was only two roujiamos away from getting to another level. Lava demons would get back on top of the Demon Islands again.

The three demons went back to their happy talk in a low voice. They were afire, but they didn't seem angry. Even the table and chairs were safe from their flames. Other customers saw that the demons had followed the little girl's words, and judged they were safe eating here. They were relieved, and resumed their seats.

The customers standing outside of the door saw the whole event. They gaped at the little girl in astonishment. Seems they're afraid of her. She's so cute even when she's angry, making one want to pinch her cheek.

This restaurant must be very interesting, they thought, and walked in expectantly.

The regulars smiled. Something about Amy's angry face made them feel good. They hadn't seen such an adorable girl for a long time.

"Waitress, we'd like eight more roujiamos," Sargeras said to Yabemiya in a voice as soft as he could manage, raising his hand.

The young waitress nodded with a smile. "Yes, sure." She found this demon oddly obedient. He's scary, but rather polite.

The restaurant was full to the point of bursting. Those who arrived late had to stand. Yabemiya introduced them to the two dishes with a menu in her hand. It might be inconvenient to have to eat fried rice from a plate while standing, but the same thing couldn't be said for roujiamo.

The mouthwatering aroma drifting in the air and the satisfied looks on customers' faces were better than any advertisement.

Some left when they saw the prices. Not everyone could afford such an extravagant meal, no matter the taste.

Many had stayed. 300 copper coins was nowhere near cheap, but it was worth a try as far as they were concerned. Those who couldn't wait for vacant seats were ordering roujiamo.

"I'd like a roujiamo too. Please make it quick. I have to go to work," said a middle-aged man in a long gray gown who looked like a shop owner.

"I'd like two. Maybe my wife will like it," said a tall, lean man in casual clothes and a pair of geta 1 , running his fingers through his messy hair.

Vicennio had been kicked out of bed by his wife early in the morning. He had to buy breakfast for her. Yet, the fight between two magic casters had dispelled his bad mood. He was suddenly glad that he had woken up early. The look of the restaurant drew him in. He planned to buy breakfast here.

His wife owned 10 shops in the Aden Square, mostly near the exit. She could make tens of thousands of gold coins from the rent alone. She was really rich.

He had been called a shameless gold digger when he married her.

But he didn't care. He had been born into a business family, yet business family or not, it didn't matter to him, since he was a bastard. He counted himself lucky to have married a rich, fairly good-looking lady with his pretty face.

It was not bad to be a landlord.

He wasn't interested in his family's wealth anymore.

His wife was pretty horny, and always ordered him around, but other than that, she was quite nice. He could spend her money on anything, except women.

He always wandered around with a pocket full of coins every day. He couldn't visit whorehouses, because his wife had hired a man to watch him.

Anyway, he didn't want to. After he had s*x with his wife, he wouldn't even pay too much attention to a beautiful elf—not even if she were naked before him.

I feel drained, Vicennio thought miserably, yawning. He had been kept busy the whole night by his wife. I need some boner-making pills.

"Okay, please wait a sec," Yabemiya said with a smile, and turned to make for the kitchen.

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Chapter 137: For Roujiamo!

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Mag noticed Vicennio. He looks awful. He was skinny in his loose clothes, pretty handsome, and had a high nose bridge, yet his pale skin and black, puffy eye bags reminded him of his friends who had been surrounded by women in his past life.

Or rather, his acquaintances. He was nothing like them.

Mag had looked down on them. They were not good enough to be his friends.

He had had friends, though not many. He had got accustomed to loneliness, and grown fond of it.

He looks really terrible. He won't last long if he ignores his health problem.

In his head, the rapidly rising number of new customers caught his eye. He smiled in spite of himself. The fight proved to be a great advertisement for his restaurant. He could finish his mission in just a few days at this rate.

Then he could unlock the recipe for the braised chicken and rice. I think Amy will like this new dish. I'm looking forward to its special effect.

Braised Chicken and Rice was one of the three largest restaurant chains in China, so it was obviously special. He had tried some pretty authentic braised chicken and rice before in his past life.

Mag was already starting to wonder what this new dish would taste like with the great ingredients from the system and his perfect skills.

The bai ji bread in the two ovens still needed time to be baked, and no one was ordering Yangzhou fried rice right now. "Have some rest," Mag told Yabemiya. He walked out of the kitchen, holding the last two roujiamos.

"Mag, thank you for the roujiamo. Lava demons will become your largest customers," Sargeras said, rising happily to his feet.

Kil and Monde straightened hurriedly, their faces as grim as a tombstone. They had to stay on Mag's good side since they couldn't kidnap him. Besides, his roujiamo had proved helpful. Monde had also broken through his second barrier after the third roujiamo.

Mag nodded with a smile. "Thank you." Part of him wanted Sargeras to bring more customers. The other part found their flames a little annoying. I have to work out a way with Sargeras. Perhaps they can eat outside.

He took a glance at the two demons Sargeras had brought along. The fat one looks pretty sharp, and the tall one seems rather simple.

"Oh, they're my friends, Kil and Monde," Sargeras said, pointing at his friends. "The Burning Legion is formed here and now!"

Mag raised an eyebrow. Kil, Monde, the Burning Legion? He gazed at the three demons, astonished. Is this a coincidence or fate?

They're not forming this Burning Legion to earn money to eat roujiamo, I hope. The look on Mag's face became strange, picturing them charging at their enemies, shouting, "For roujiamo!" He felt sorry for Azeroth.

The Burning Legion?! Kil's and Monde's eyes lit up. It was the first time they had heard this name, but it felt just right. No other name was so appropriate for them.

"Bye, Mag. We'll come back for supper," Sargeras said, nodding. Then, he grinned at Yabemiya, paid his check, and walked towards the door. Kil and Monde hurried after him.

"Boss, how did you come up with such a great name?" Kil asked curiously when they were outside the door.

"It's really a great name! It has a nice ring to it!" Monde said excitedly, nodding.

Sargeras scratched his bald head. "I borrowed this name from Mag," he admitted, smiling. "Now that we have our own group, we need a catchy phrase."

"For the Burning Legion!" Monde said after he thought for a moment.

Kil shook his head. "It won't be able to inspire valor."

"Do you have a better one?" Sargeras asked Kil, though not unkindly. Kil was quite smart, unlike other lava demons. He had been Sargeras' right-hand man, and earned his trust.

"For roujiamo!" Kil said, his eyes shining with excitement.

Sargeras' and Monde's faces lit up. "For roujiamo!" they echoed.

Monde nodded. "Yes! This one is better! Very inspiring!" he said, excited.

Sargeras nodded in agreement. "I like it too." He patted Kil on his shoulder. "As expected of you, Kil. From now on, you'll be our staff officer."

Kil nodded with a smile. "Thank you, Boss," he said. There're only three of us right now, but not for long. We'll become one of the strongest groups.

Our slogan will echo across the whole continent. And it is me who said it first.

"For roujiamo!" they said, laughing loudly.

Their laughter startled a passer-by. He cast a terrified glance at the three demons and left hurriedly.

In a room inside Geya Hotel, Sally was folding a quilt carefully. She smoothed the creases with her slender fingers, folded it, and picked it up gently. Then she placed it at the head of the bed, perhaps too roughly. Creases appeared again.

"I'd tear you to pieces if it wouldn't cost me my job!" Sally said angrily, shaking her fist. Then she gave a sigh, and pulled out her purse. Inside were a few dragon coins and dozens of copper ones.

Should I have a plate of rainbow fried rice? Sally thought, staring at her money.

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Chapter 138: Mag, Did You Put You-know-what Drugs Into Your Roujiamo?

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Quick as that, the thought overwhelmed her. She remembered its delicious taste, her mouth watering straight away. She had just eaten a bowl of noodles with vegetables!

Sally gave a shake of her head as if trying to shake the thought out. No! It's too expensive. I need money to escape.

Yet the thought remained, and grew stronger in her mind. The savory ham, soft eggs, and delicious rice, in which she had tasted the Spring of Life. For the first time, she wanted to go home.

She hated her father and those elders who made her marry, but her mother was nice to her. She found herself missing the afternoons when she snuggled in her arms.

Sally was a noble lady, but now she had to fold quilts, and she only earned a dozen copper coins tidying up many rooms here. She had never thought it would be this hard to earn a single gold coin.

Sally fell onto the bed, facing the ceiling. All she could think of was the rainbow fried rice.

"Maybe they have new dishes now. That little girl was so cute…" Sally murmured.

"Sorry. We've sold out of roujiamo for breakfast," Mag said with a smile to the customers waiting outside. "Besides, our opening hours are over. Please come back later."

"I just need a plate of Yangzhou fried rice, Mag," a tall, thin man said, smiling. "I overslept. Please… I've grown so accustomed to your food."

"It took me half an hour to get here on a carriage," a fat man said unhappily. "You won't let me go back on empty belly, right? Give us some fried rice at least."

"He's right…"

Other voices echoed his opinion. They thought Mag might compromise, even though they arrived too late.

Mag shook his head without hesitation. "Sorry. We strictly follow the opening hours here. There's nothing I can do." He turned over the sign, and shrugged. "If I make you fried rice right now, I won't have time to prepare the ingredients for lunch. It's not fair for the customers who'll come at noon. So, please come early next time."

"Well, I guess I have to come back later," the tall, thin man said disappointedly. He turned around and left.

The fat man said, "Mag, you're so"—he suddenly espied Amy walking towards Mag with the kitten—"reasonable." He cracked a dry smile, and made for the carriage.

Other customers saw the look on Mag's face, and could do nothing but leave.

Mag is really something else, Yabemiya thought. She stood by the door, gazing at his profile, which was handsome and amiable in the sunlight. His mustache made him look mature. I'm lucky to have such a good boss.

Mag stretched. He had sold over 200 roujiamos in the morning, and got 95 new customers. Business was much better than before. He was confident that more customers would come for lunch and supper, and that his restaurant would be full every day.

"Father, can you make the Mushroom Fairy sing a new song today?" Amy asked with expectation, holding Ugly Duckling in her arms.

An urgent yet faint shout of "Wait, Mag!" turned her father's head before he could reply.

A thin man was running towards him. His geta clattered on the ground, his loose clothes flying behind him. It was Vicennio.

Mag gave Vicennio a strange look when the latter stopped before him, stooped with hands on his knees. "Sorry, sir, but we're closed," Mag said, shaking his head.

He looked even paler than an hour ago. His legs were feeble. He was in no better condition than Mag right now.

However, although Mag was thin and didn't have much strength, he looked well, his eyes lively.

Vicennio looked as if he would collapse at any moment. The gods alone knew what had happened to him in the last hour.

He raised his voice. "Closed?" He seemed a little disappointed, but his face lit up quickly again. "Oh, I like it closed," he said, nodding.

Mag was confused. Has he gone mad?

"Please help… help me up." Vicennio reached up a hand, and as quick as that, his legs gave out, and he knelt before Mag.

For an instant, Mag froze. He took a look at the man, and pulled back his hand. "Sir, you can come back for lunch. You don't have to kneel before me."

Vicennio looked down at his knees, and realized what he had done. However, he was too weak to rise to his feet. He felt better this way. He gave Mag a resentful look. "Mag, did you put you-know-what drugs into your roujiamo? My tigress of a wife woke up lazy and tired this morning, but after your roujiamo, she suddenly felt so energetic, and, well, you know the rest."

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Chapter 139: Is 'Gokuraku Jodo' A Children's Song?!

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"Well…" Mag suddenly felt sorry for him. Seems like it's not that he can't keep it in his pants. He is like this because of his wife, who must be really lustful.

Yabemiya didn't understand. "What do you mean, sir? We don't sell drugs here," she said solemnly.

She didn't know why he was kneeling before Mag, but she wouldn't allow anyone to speak ill of their restaurant.

Mag and Vicennio turned to look at the innocent girl, and exchanged a glance. They didn't know how to explain this to her.

Mag held out a hand. "Let me help you up first, sir. I didn't add any kind of drugs into the food. I swear it on my restaurant," he said seriously. "But each dish has a special effect, and roujiamo can get your adrenaline pumping and charge you up for your work."

Yet his wife didn't need to work. She had to burn her energy through s*x.

Mag's explanation was quite convincing. After all, so many people who had eaten roujiamo had acted rather normal. Even the three flaming demons had not seemed sexually aroused.

Looks like I can't let her eat roujiamo in bed anymore. Vicennio sighed. Then he looked at Mag after he thought a moment. "You said each dish has a special effect. The Yangzhou fried rice and the new dish, what are their special effects?"

"Yangzhou fried rice can soothe your muscles and nourish your body," Mag said, pausing. Then he added, "The new dish, tofu pudding, is good for the skin, I think. Female customers will like it."

Vicennio was embarrassed by Mag's little pause, but he was also very excited.

He had been looking for tonics to improve his health, but those things didn't always help. He ended up like this partly because of those tonics.

That's wonderful news! he thought to himself. He had watched as his wife wolfed down the two roujiamos; she hadn't even let him have a bite.

He was pretty sure that she would like this tofu pudding. She was using pearl powder on her skin every day. He hoped this tofu pudding would divert her attention away from roujiamo. His life was depending on it.

"Sir, if you'd like something to eat, please come back early for lunch." Mag pulled his hand back. He felt sorry for him, but he could do nothing but hope his Yangzhou fried rice would help him.

"Could you please make some Yangzhou fried rice for me? I can hardly walk right now," Vicennio said, giving Mag a miserable look, his hand leaning on the doorframe, preventing him from falling down.

Mag shook his head. "Sorry, we only serve food during opening hours."

"Money is no issue. I'd pay double, no, triple the price! I'll give you 18 gold coins for a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. Here." Vicennio pulled out his purse.

Mag declined right away. "Rules are rules. I wouldn't do it even if you were willing to pay tenfold the price," he said. "Walk in that direction for about 50 meters, and you'll find a lamian restaurant," said Mag, pointing. "You can find something to eat there. Yangzhou fried rice is no magic bullet. A plate of it won't make too much of a difference for your health."

"Well, I'll come back for lunch, then. I have to find a teahouse to sit out the morning," Vicennio said helplessly.

"Bye, Mr. Feeble. Stay awake. If you fell, you might not be able to crawl back in time for lunch," Amy said earnestly, waving at Vicennio.

The feeble man lifted an eyebrow. Why do her caring words sound a little strange?

Then he realized the strange part. Whom is she calling Mr. Feeble? Me? I'm Mr. Feeble?! Vicennio turned to glare at Amy, but when he met her caring eyes, his face softened. He had no choice but to forgive her.

He had always wanted a child, but his wife didn't like kids. It had been five years since they got married. He cast an envious glance at Mag, gave a nod, and went off slowly.

"Father, do you think Mr. Feeble will make it back here?" Amy asked with concern, watching Vicennio's walk away.

"Perhaps," Mag said as Vicennio tripped and almost fell. Then, he turned to face Amy. "You said you wanted to learn the second song, right? Come on," he said, stroking her head.

Amy clapped her little hands happily. "Yes! Thank you, Father!" Ugly Duckling's face got squished, but it didn't even dare to let out a cry. It looked up at the ceiling helplessly.

Yabemiya was also a little excited. Amy will learn a new song? She really likes that toy, and the little elf sings very well.

Mag closed the door, walked over to the counter, and took the music box out. He turned the repeat off, and tapped the next song expectantly. What song will it play this time?

Colorful lights started flickering. The little elf began to dance rigidly to the music from loud electric guitar and drums. It was such a fast, rhythmic song, and sounded a little… familiar?!

Mag's eyes went wide. "System, is 'Gokuraku Jodo' a children's song?!" he said loudly in his head.

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Chapter 140: No, Thanks. Go Sell it Somewhere Else

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Mag wrinkled his brow as he listened to the familiar melody and watched the little elf's weird dance.

As an internet hit, this extremely popular song on Bilibili naturally was not strange to him, but he had never thought to hear it from his little girl's music box.

Besides, this elf's dance was so terrible. Long of leg and wearing a dress, she was nonetheless still a puppet, and puppets were not known for their flexibility.

"Yes, it is. This song is intended for young people. It's very popular, and can inspire children to dance," the system said calmly.

"It can inspire children to dance? You must be out of your mind," said Mag. If 'Gokuraku Jodo' can inspire children to dance, then 'Ifuudoudou' should be put into textbooks.

"Wow!"

Amy's blue eyes were wide open. She was staring up at the little elf on the counter, holding the kitten in one arm and waving the other, trying to dance.

Ugly Duckling was straining its neck for a glimpse of the dancing elf, its short legs shaking without permission.

Yabemiya was also staring at the little elf. Such a beautiful song! And her dance is interesting.

She found her dance a little rigid, but she had never heard such an unusual song before. She couldn't make out the instruments, but the music was very powerful, just like magic; she could barely control her limbs.

The language was strange to her, yet something about the vocals was a little arousing.

"See? This song is appealing to your daughter, your young waitress, and even your cat," the system said gloatingly. Apparently, it was very satisfied with their reactions.

Mag took a look at them, surprised. He was glad that the system hadn't translated the song into the common language of this world; the lyrics were too explicit. "It's the original version."

"Yes. But I can translate it for you in five minutes," the system said immediately. "I'll only charge you one gold coin."

"No, thanks. Go sell it somewhere else," Mag replied coolly. That's an elaborate way to make a gold coin. Its greed for money is beyond compare.

Amy tugged at her absent-minded father's clothes. "Father, this dance is so interesting. I want to learn it!" she said expectantly.

The look on Mag's face became a little strange. The worst case scenario came true. "You do?"

Amy nodded. "Yes! I like it. I want to learn it right now!" She put the kitten on the chair, and waved her short arms, trying to follow the dancer.

"Can I learn it too?" Yabemiya asked hesitantly, her voice low as a whisper, her mismatched eyes full of longing.

Mag looked at the two girls, and didn't know what to do.

This song may not be appropriate for Amy, but the dance is fine, Mag thought to himself. He looked at Amy, and smiled as he pictured her dancing with her short legs. She would look even cuter.

As for Yabemiya, she had everything one needed to become a dancer—big breasts, a narrow waist, long legs, and a maid dress.

Mag didn't deliberate for too long. "I guess it's okay if you really want to learn it." He wanted them to be happy, and he could correct their inappropriate dance moves.

"You're the best, Father!" Amy said cheerfully, waving his hand.

"Thank you, Boss," Yabemiya said, jumping up in excitement. Then she returned to her normal standing posture quickly, smiling.

Ever since she was a child, she had always wanted to win cheers and applause from the crowd with her beautiful dance, just like the girls in pretty dresses dancing on the stage in the Aden Square on the Peace Memorial Day.

However, only on that day could she watch them dance. She didn't have time to learn how to dance.

Yet things were different now. Amy's little elf was so magical as if it would never get tired. Yabemiya was confident that she could master this dance. She didn't mind however long it might take.

Mag smiled back, but he frowned when he saw the rigidly dancing elf. He had to upgrade their dancing master first.

The four upgrading choices popped up in his head again.

"First: power source alteration. The four A size batteries will be replaced by a fast charging ultra-capacity lithium battery. Three minutes of charging can last the music box three hours. If it's fully charged, it can last it three days. Sale price: 10 gold coins. Accessories: one original charger.

"Second: power source alteration and clothes. Apart from the same service as the first choice, you'll get 10 sets of beautiful clothes for the doll. You can change its clothes just by pushing a button. Sale price: 20 gold coins.

"Third: power source alteration and LED screens. Apart from the same service as the second choice, you'll get four LED screens facing four different directions, broadcasting the dance. Sale price: 100 gold coins.

"Fourth: power source alteration and a holographic projection device. Apart from the same service as the second choice, you'll get a state-of-the-art holographic projection device. The projected 3-D image looks real from any angle. It is a perfect dancer, and can teach you how to dance based on your talent and learning progress."

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Chapter 141: I Knew You Wanted To Sell Yourself Too

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All Mag could do was not to curse as he looked at the four upgrading choices in his head.

He suddenly realized why the system put the "Gokuraku Jodo" in the playlist. It was after his money.

And it was very smooth about it. It was an elaborate way to get money.

"System, how can you sleep at night?" Mag said, fighting to crush out his anger.

"I don't need to sleep," the system answered calmly, trying to keep smugness out of its voice.

"Yes, that figures," Mag said scornfully. "What's the fifth one?"

"Only four upgrading choices are available."

"What if this holographic projection device isn't good enough for me?"

"How much are you willing to pay?" the system asked tentatively.

"That depends on your product," Mag said, giving a faint smile.

"The fourth one is the best you can get for now."

"I made over 1,500 gold coins yesterday."

"Tell me your requirements, and I'll make the rest happen as long as they don't violate the three rules," the system said cheerfully.

"Good. I'm happy with your service."

"That's why I'm here," the system said. "To provide you with great service."

"Wonderful. I want you to install artificial intelligence in this music box. I want it to be even more intelligent than you," Mag said.

The system fell silent. At last it said, "Do not question my intelligence. I know almost everything about anything, and I'm still learning. I'm like a god in this world. I can—"

"How much is a system like you gonna cost?" Mag interrupted.

"More than 100 million gold coins, I think," the system said uncertainly after thinking for a moment.

"Can I sell you?" asked Mag.

Its silence was longer than the one before. "How dare you talk to me like that?!" the system roared. "Who could afford to buy me? Even if they could, half the earnings must go to me!"

"I knew you wanted to sell yourself too!"

The system fell silent again.

Its silence spoke volumes. It was a system without any honor.

"I've said it before, but I feel the need to say it again," the system said solemnly. "I'm a respectable system. God created me to appease those cooks and supervise you. You should try your best to unlock all the dishes and make them popular in this world. Become a God of Cookery so that all those experiences from countless cooks would not go in vain."

Mag didn't want to listen to its complaints. He frowned. "I'd like the fourth one, but 200 gold coins is too expensive."

"That's where you're wrong," the system said. "This holographic projection device is very advanced. The projected 3-D image looks almost real. It would cost you 500 gold coins if it were not a prototype."

Mag took a look at Amy and Yabemiya, who were gazing at the little elf doing its weird dance. "190, and you can take back your first upgrade," he said without hesitation.

"I'm afraid I can't take back the first upgrade, since you have had it for over three days."

"I don't care," Mag said calmly. "They never knew how to dance to this song. They like the dance as it is."

"190 gold coins has been deducted. The upgrade will take 20 minutes. When do you want me to do it?"

"30 minutes later," Mag answered. Amy and Yabemiya were dancing weirdly and adorably.

Even the Ugly Duckling was kicking its legs to the beat on the chair.

Amy was very absorbed in her dance, her little white hands waving, her short legs dancing to the beat. Her cuteness brought a smile to Mag's face.

200 gold coins was too much for a music box.

But if the music box was for Amy, it was a different story.

It was even a bargain if it could make Amy happy.

Mag expected to earn more today. He had saved 5,000 gold coins, and he would be able to buy his first 0.5 strength in a few days. He might also finish his mission of getting 1,000 customers by then.

Mag didn't want to waste another breath on the system after the deal was done. He went off to clean the restaurant as he saw the young waitress was lost in her dancing.

Yabemiya noticed her lapse when the dance was over. "I'm sorry, Boss," she said, abashed, hurriedly walking over to Mag.

"It's okay. Go dance some more," Mag said, smiling.

Yabemiya shook her head. "No. I can dance after working hours." She took the rag from Mag, and started clearing tables.

"Father, dance with me! It's so interesting!" Amy said merrily, dragging Mag by the hand towards the counter.

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Chapter 142: You'll Be Fat As Hell In No Time

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Dancing was never Mag's thing—just like singing. He tried some dance moves and gave up quickly. He took a seat and watched Amy dance, smiling all the while.

Amy had to have got her dancing talent from her mother too. Her dance moves might be childish, but she was a quick learner. She looked so cute dancing with her short arms.

She was learning from a lame dancer right now; her moves would become much better when her teacher was replaced by a 3-D dancer.

The chair was not big enough for the kitten to dance on, so it slid down along a chair leg, ran to Amy, and jumped excitedly around her.

"Ugly Duckling, I think you can eat tofu pudding today," Mag said to his frolicking cat.

"Meow!" the kitten said as it looked back at Mag as if it had understood, its sapphire eyes shining with excitement. It rushed to Mag and brushed its head against his leg.

Amy stopped dancing. "Father, Ugly Duckling can eat tofu pudding now?" she asked, surprised.

Mag nodded with a smile. "Yes. It grows faster than normal cats," he said. It looks like it's already one month old. Cats here are truly different.

"But we don't have any tofu pudding left, do we?"

"The leftover tofu pudding should be enough for it." Mag had put it into the thermal container. It might not be as tasty as when it was fresh, though. He walked towards the kitchen.

"Meow, meow, meow!" Ugly Duckling jumped happily around the room. It stopped at the kitchen door, staring at Mag, excited.

Mag looked back at its expectant face. Which flavor will it like? He thought a moment, bought two shallow red-and-blue bowls from the system, and filled each with one flavor.

Mag might consider it a family member, and it might be very clean since they often washed it, but he would never let it eat at their table or use their tableware. Customers would find it unacceptable too.

Which will it prefer? wondered Amy as she looked at the steaming tofu pudding in Mag's hands.

Yabemiya stopped working, and walked over to them curiously.

"Meow, meow!" The kitten stared at the two bowls in Mag's hands and swallowed. It had waited this moment far too long. It was a dream come true for it. It stood on its hind legs in excitement, but they were not strong enough yet. It fell hilariously on its back.

"Look how stupid you are! Maybe the fall will make you more stupid, and I'll get rid of you," Amy said in disgust.

"Meow…" Ugly Duckling got up right away. It rubbed against Amy's leg, and then looked up with expectation at the two bowls in Mag's hands.

Mag put the two bowls down on the ground beside the counter. "Eat here. Do not overturn the bowls or scatter your food everywhere," he warned.

The kitten nodded. "Meow, meow!" It had understood his words. Its eyes went wide as it looked at the tofu pudding. It sniffed at the left one first, and then the right one, as if considering which one to eat.

Mag and the two girls were staring at it with rapt attention, waiting.

"I like the sweet one," Yabemiya said quietly.

"The savory one is more flavorful and appetizing," Mag said with a smile.

"Both the sweet one and the savory one are delicious. You should eat the savory one first, and then the sweet one," Amy suggested.

Ugly Duckling was too overwhelmed by the pleasant smell to hear them. It deliberated for a while, and licked the golden-red syrup.

"Meow!" it cried in excitement, eyes shining, and quickly got back to its syrup and tofu pudding. It was eating happily with a soft sound. The sweet smell floated in the air.

"It prefers the sweet one!" Yabemiya said, excited.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Mag said calmly.

After a while, Ugly Duckling rested its head on the bowl's edge, and wrapped its two front legs around the bowl. It had found a much more comfortable eating position.

"Ugly Duckling, you're so gluttonous and lazy, you'll be fat as hell in no time," Amy said helplessly.

Nine out of ten orange cats are fat, and the remaining one is very fat. Mag shook his head, watching his lazy cat. Black Coal might've been right when he said it will get fat.

Ugly Duckling raised its head after it finished eating everything in the bowl. Its face was messy. It licked its mouth, and turned to look at the other bowl.

Mag took a look at the bowl. Not even a trace of syrup was left.

He had thought it would walk towards the savory one, but it seemed it didn't want to stand up. It moved over to the second bowl, dragging its hind legs. Then it wrapped its front legs around the bowl, and started eating again. It liked the savory one as much as the sweet one by the look of it.

Amy laughed. "Looks like it likes them both too. Only, it prefers to eat the sweet one first," she said happily, and crouched down to touch its head. She was pretty satisfied with its performance.

It likes them both? Yabemiya was a little disappointed.

Smiling, Mag shook his head. I should have seen that coming. Orange cats aren't picky with food. He could totally live with that since his daughter also liked both kinds of tofu. Seeing that Amy was playing with the kitten, Mag took the music box in his hand, and said, "I'll make some alterations to the music box for you, Amy."

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Chapter 143: App Store Is Now Open

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"Alterations?" Amy's eyes flicked from Mag to the music box, and back again. "But I like the Mushroom Fairy. Will anything bad happen to her?"

Mag shook his head with a smile. "No. Instead, she'll become a more wonderful dancer than she is now, and she'll be able to teach you how to dance. She'll have more pretty clothes." Apparently, Amy had already bonded with the toy.

Amy's face lit up immediately. "For real? But how long will it take?"

Yabemiya was also very excited. I can't wait to watch her dance again!

Mag nodded. "About 30 minutes. Why don't you go play with Ugly Duckling? I'll give it back to you when it's ready." Then he walked upstairs with the music box.

The update would take 20 minutes, but Mag wanted to make sure the music box had nothing inappropriate for Amy.

The kitten gave a belch after finishing the savory tofu pudding. it rolled on its back and showed its white round belly, narrowing its eyes in satisfaction.

Amy pulled it by the ear. "Get up! Don't lie down after eating!"

"Meow…" the kitten said lazily. It brushed its little head against Amy's foot, and found a more comfortable position.

Amy frowned, taking her hand away. Suddenly, her eyes brightened up. "Sorry, I should let you get fat. The fatter, the tastier…"

The kitten seemed to have understood. It rolled back to its feet hurriedly, walking around the room. "Meow, meow!" it said to Amy, trying to prove it didn't want to get fat.

Amy shook her head, and smiled a dangerous smile. "No, you ought to lie down."

Ugly Duckling raised its voice. "Meow!" It started running.

Mag shook his head with a smile as he saw this, walking downstairs. Poor cat…

The system was altering the music box, so Mag went into the kitchen to knead dough. He didn't need to clean the restaurant or buy milk for the kitten, and he had two ovens now, so he could prepare more bai ji bread.

When the system told him the new music box was ready, Mag washed his hands, and started up the stairs. Amy, Yabemiya, and the kitten stopped what they had been doing, and watched him with great expectation.

Mag went upstairs, and took the music box out. It didn't look too different, only higher. The elf was gone, and so was the layer of white particles. He could see several red dots on its floor.

On the side of its base was a four-inch touch screen. Apparently, he didn't need to push buttons anymore.

"The update is complete. The dancer is the same elf as you requested. I have given you 10 sets of clothes for free. You can buy more if you want—"

"Wait a sec!" Mag interrupted. "What is Miracle Nikki doing on my music box?! You plan to trick Amy into spending money on your stupid clothes! And you call yourself a respectable system!"

"Miracle Nikki is nothing compared to my work. The clothes are abundant and beautiful, the special effects are stunning, and the holographic device will show all the details of the clothes. It will give players unparalleled experience," the system explained proudly.

"I want a parent mode on this thing. And I don't want to see any ads, or you have to give me a full refund," Mag said coolly.

"This is child abuse! You will kill your girl's nature!" the system protested.

Mag's mouth twisted in distaste. "No, unscrupulous businessmen like you are killing children's nature. I don't recall playing Arena of Valor every day when I was young."

The system refused to give up that easily. "Maybe we should let the girl decide."

"Or maybe I should demand a full refund."

"Fine. All the pop-up ads are gone. Parent mode is on," the system said disappointedly.

Mag nodded. "I won't find anything like 'Ifuudoudou' on it, I hope?"

"Why are you so against 'Ifuudoudou'? It is another form of art. Many people have poured their hearts into it—"

"How many dance songs are on this thing?" Mag interrupted. Why doesn't it understand that some things are not for children?

"Sorry. Too many dance songs might have too much impact on this world, so only 'Gokuraku Jodo' is available right now. The second dance song will be unlocked after your daughter masters this one. You can see all the 30 nursery rhymes in the song list."

It was all Mag could do not to throw the music box away. Devious bastard. He turned it on, and found several links on the screen: clothes, dances, songs, etc.

Mag tapped "songs", and found them quite normal. The first one was "A Little Girl With Mushrooms", and then "Brother John", "Duckling"… They were all very popular.

Suddenly, an ad popped up, saying, "App Store is now open, and offers many holographic game apps and gamepads."

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Chapter 144: She Has Brought Her IQ Down To Her Level

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The atmosphere froze. Mag lifted an eyebrow as he looked at the pop-up ad. Part of him wanted to yell at the system, but another part wanted to laugh.

For a while, the system said nothing. Finally, it said in an embarrassed voice, "My bad…" Then the ad disappeared.

Mag shook his head, and sighed silently. It's really all about money. It must have forgotten why it is here. I don't know if it's a good or bad thing. Still, holographic games might be interesting.

Mag wasted no time before going downstairs. The two little things were still waiting.

"Where is the Mushroom Fairy, Father?" Amy asked nervously as she walked quickly up to Mag, staring at the empty music box.

Ugly Duckling stopped running, lay down on the ground, and started panting.

I will never eat this much ever again! it thought to itself.

Yabemiya walked over to them, confused. Mag said he would make the elf even more wonderful, but where is it now?

Of course, she was sure that Mag would never lie to Amy; it was just she didn't know how to explain to herself what she was seeing. Would he conjure up the elf out of thin air?

"Don't worry, and don't blink. Prepare to be amazed." Mag didn't explain. He put the music box on the table, and tapped an icon on the screen.

Amy and Yabemiya were gazing at the music box with wide eyes, excited. Even the kitten was looking up as if wondering what would happen.

The lamps seemed to have been replaced by smaller versions of stage lamps.

With a clear "ding-dong", all the lamps came on. Colorful lights moved across the glass ball, and focused in the middle.

"Ding!"

Then, all the lights became one and exploded like fireworks in a spectacular display!

"Wow!"

Amy and Yabemiya exclaimed at the same time. Their eyes lit up. They had never seen anything like this before. The lights were even more beautiful than those on the Peace Memorial Day.

After the explosion, the lights didn't disappear, but gathered together and exploded again.

Finally, the lights were gone, and a beautiful blond elf appeared, with long eyelashes, pretty eyes, slim legs, and a knee-long silver dress. She nodded with a smile. "I'm Annie. Nice to meet you."

"It's amazing!" Amy said, clapping her hands. She walked around the table, her mouth open. The elf looked so real right now. Her skin was white and shining, and she smiled so naturally, just like a real elf would smile.

Yabemiya looked confused as well as surprised. She's so cute! But did he summon it by magic? The lights might be used for the magic, but she looks so real, and she can talk!

Ugly Duckling, which had been lying on the ground, got back to its feet quickly, and walked curiously over to them, craning its neck to get a better look.

"No, you're not Annie. You're Mushroom Fairy," Amy said as she realized, shaking her head.

The little elf cast a confused look at Amy.

Impressive! Mag thought as he stared at the elf. The 3-D holographic technology was pretty advanced in his past life. One of Luo Tianyi's concerts had used this technology before.

The system had done a great job. The definition of the image was excellent; even subtle expressions were so clear.

The elf might not be as intelligent as the system, but it was smart enough.

Also, it could become smarter through learning. Mag might've found the system admirable if it were not a money-grubber.

The 20,000 copper coins seem worth it. I'm looking forward to the holographic games. Mag smiled as he looked at Amy's cheerful face.

"Mushroom Fairy is your real name, not Annie. You must have forgotten," Amy said solemnly.

The little elf looked more confused now. "I have forgotten my name?"

"Yes. You're Mushroom Fairy," Amy said with iron certainty, giving a solemn nod.

"I'm Mushroom Fairy?"

Amy nodded. "You are."

The little elf gave a nod. "Hi, I'm Mushroom Fairy."

"You have finally remembered!" Amy said merrily, clapping her hands.

Mag gave a strange look as he watched the elf who had been brainwashed by Amy. Amy has brought her IQ down to her level.

Yabemiya's mouth opened and closed. She didn't believe what she was seeing. She didn't say anything, though, since the elf seemed pretty happy with her new name.

"Okay. Do you want to learn how to dance?" Mag said, and was about to tap the screen.

"Only 'Gokuraku Jodo' is available right now. Do you want to learn this one?" asked the little elf.

"Yes!" Amy and Yabemiya said simultaneously, gazing at the elf with a surprised look. She can understand our words!

"Well, you have to find an open space about 3 meters square so that you won't bump into anything while learning," Mushroom Fairy said with a smile. "Let me show you how to dance to this song first."

The music started, and the elf began dancing in her silver dress.

No one else has ever watched an elf dance to this song, I think… He looked at the graceful dancer, and nodded. "Not bad."

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Chapter 145: Maybe They Drug Their Food

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Mag watched five times before he went back to working in the kitchen.

This new dancer made the old one look like a joke. Moreover, she taught in a methodical way and followed their progress. Although she couldn't correct their dance moves, she was no less a professional dancing master.

Yabemiya moved two tables aside to make enough space for them to dance on, and pulled down the shades to block unwanted eyes.

She was a little embarrassed to dance in front of Mag at first, but the look he gave her was as gentle as the one he gave his daughter. She grew used to it quickly, and lost herself in the dance.

Their spirit infected the kitten. It was jumping and running, more willingly than when it had been forced to run.

Life is more than just work, Mag thought as he watched Yabemiya, who was struggling to copy the elf's movements. He smiled. Hope she can walk out of her past and find happiness here.

At lunch, Mag made some Yangzhou fried rice, and chopped a piece of stewed meat for Ugly Duckling.

Mag had been worried that the cat might not like the food, but it sniffed at it, meowed happily, and dug in. It shoved its head into the plate and ate hungrily.

Orange cats are indeed gluttonous, Mag thought, and started eating.

"Dancing is interesting, Father," Amy said merrily, taking a large bite of roujiamo. "I want to learn more in the afternoon."

Yabemiya was also looking expectantly at Mag with a roujiamo in her hand. Her face was still red from dancing for two hours. She might look a little tired, but she felt terrific.

Mag nodded with a smile. "Sure. But you have to wait till all the customers are gone. They don't like to be disturbed while eating," he said. Amy would begin her lessons with Krassu tomorrow.

"Thank you, Father!" Amy said cheerfully.

Yabemiya smiled. Her golden tail wagged in excitement.

Mag took a bite of his roujiamo. She'll study under Krassu three days, then under Urien also for three days, and rest one day.

Amy would eat her meals in the restaurant and have some rest at lunch hours. Mag liked this way of teaching.

He didn't worry that her teachers would be too strict or about the risks involved in studying magic, since the two old men were looking for every opportunity to criticize each other.

"Meow, meow…"

Ugly Duckling finished its meal in a short while. It licked its greasy lips, and raised its head to meow at Mag, not quite satisfied.

Mag had started to grow on it since he made it food.

Amy turned to the kitten with a smile. "I can give you some from my plate if you want."

Ugly Duckling looked up at Amy incredulously.

Amy continued, "The more you eat, the faster you grow. And then…"

The kitten backed away from her hurriedly, shaking its head.

Mag took a look at the two empty plates. It should be enough for such a small cat. Its appetite is incredible. It will get fat if nothing is done about it.

Fortunately, we have Amy.

After lunch, Yabemiya cleared the table. Mag took a look at the time, and went to open the shades. His eyes went wide.

The line had reached as far as the green belt in the square. Mag counted more than 100 people.

Everyone was waiting in the line: demons, humans, dwarves, orcs, and elves. It was unprecedented.

Some wanted to knock at the door, but when they saw the fearsome orcs and people from the Gray Temple waiting patiently in the line, they thought better of it.

Several restaurateurs came together, and looked at those people.

"I never saw anything like this in the Aden Square before! Impressive!" said a woman in a flowered apron.

"You can say that again. Also, that one is only several days old! We have opened here for dozens of years!" a balding man said, scratching his greasy head in confusion.

"Just a thought, but could it be that they are drugging their food?" a skinny old man said as his eyes lit up.

"You might be onto something here. Their customers look strange when they come out," said an old woman. "A young girl walked past me in the morning with a bread in a bag, and she moaned when she took a bite of that bread! They drug their food, I think."

"We should report this to the Gray Temple!"

"Absolutely!" They had lost a great number of customers already.

"You people are unbelievable, in a bad way. Stop backstabbing and go see for yourself what they have to offer," a fat man said as his mouth twitched. He untied his apron and tossed it onto his signboard, walking towards them. "I saw the young girl too this morning. She was enjoying her food. Wasn't that obvious?"

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Chapter 146: A Rainstorm Is Coming?

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The old woman blushed.

They exchanged embarrassed glances and fell silent.

"I'll go see what is going on there," the woman said as she untied her flowered apron, and walked towards Mag's restaurant.

"We should all go and try their food. Maybe we can find out their secret," the balding man said with a smile as he watched his two counterparts walking off.

Smiling, the others echoed their agreement, and walked towards Mamy Restaurant together.

More new customers. Mag smiled, trying hard to hide his pride. He opened the door.

They looked to the door as they heard the beautiful sound of the door opening. Many had been waiting for a long time, but they knew Mag's rules, and nobody knocked at his door.

"I've been waiting for the whole morning, Mag. My legs are asleep," Vicennio said sullenly as he leaned on the doorframe, his voice feeble. He was at the head of the line.

"I'm sorry, but rules are rules." It was all Mag could do not to laugh as he watched Vicennio, who looked much better now.

Women have strong sexual desire.

"Thanks to your rules, I can't move my legs," Vicennio said as he tried to lift his foot. He was still holding onto the doorframe; he didn't want to fall to his knees again. "Come on, give me a hand."

The customers behind him laughed.

Mag helped him in, and seated him at the table by the door.

"I'd like three plates of Yangzhou fried rice. Two for here and one to go," Vicennio said. Then, he grabbed Mag's hand as if he suddenly remembered something. He lowered his voice. "Are you sure this dish is much milder than roujiamo? My life is at stake here."

"Yes, I'm sure," Mag answered as he withdrew his hand, patting Vicennio on the shoulder.

Vicennio gave a nod. "I'll trust you on this."

"Come on in, everybody," Mag said to the customers outside, smiling.

"Welcome to Mamy Restaurant!" Yabemiya said, walking up to the customers with a smile, and started taking orders.

"Us old men are not as resilient as young people, Mag," Krassu said. "We suffer a lot standing here for a long time. Can you do something about it?"

Their talking caught Urien's attention. He had had Black Coal and Green Pea look after his shop, and had waited here for almost a half hour.

The other customers were craning their necks to look at Mag, waiting for his answer.

Mag shook his head with a smile. "Sorry. There is nothing I can do. You can eat as much as a young man. You're strong, though you may not look like it."

Krassu glanced at Mag. I'm Amy's master. How can he be so ungrateful?

The tables were filled up in a short while. The remaining customers had to form a new line, which went from the counter to the outside of the restaurant.

Mag was a little surprised when he saw the end of the line. The last seven people look familiar.

As he turned to walk towards the kitchen, he suddenly remembered. That big, greasy guy is the owner of that pork steak restaurant. I have seen him slaughter pigs before. And the other six are restaurateurs too, I think.

What are they doing here? Do they plan to go on a rampage in my restaurant? Mag raised an eyebrow. Mamy Restaurant was pretty popular in the Aden Square already; it was attracting more and more customers despite its poor location.

It was great news for Mag, but the same thing couldn't be said for other restaurateurs at the Aden Square. Mag had managed to win over their customers, and most of them were rich.

In fact, Mag had seen this coming. After all, he came from a business family. He might have never been a businessman before, but he had seen too much in the business world to fret.

He was confident that there would be copycats. His dishes were nothing like the food in this world; they were bound to challenge their concept of cooking.

Mag didn't find copycats annoying, though; they were a sign that he was affecting this world's eating and cooking habits. He found it amusing.

He didn't worry his copycats could cook half as well as him.

He would gladly become a pioneer, but he wasn't about to teach them the skills. He didn't like the idea of sharing his market.

They can try to figure out how to cook these dishes. There's nothing I can do to stop them, thought Mag.

But it will take them years to find out the right way. The ingredients I use are extraordinary, and we always have new dishes. There's no place like Mamy Restaurant. A smile touched Mag's lips.

A rainstorm is coming? Mag shook his head. No. It's a sprinkle at best.

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Chapter 147: Your Green Onion Bing Doesn't Stand A Chance Against This

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"I can help you add self-destruction devices into the food if you want. They will protect your secret," the system said suddenly.

"How much?" Mag was a little intrigued.

"10 gold coins each."

"No, thanks!"

It's even more expensive than roujiamo! Mag thought.

"Your Yangzhou fried rice," Yabemiya said with a smile as she put the plate in front of Vicennio. He knelt before Mag in the morning. He looks so pale; he must be starving.

"Thanks," Vicennio said without lifting his head. His attention was totally attracted by the food already. He had watched others eat this dish in the morning, but he hadn't paid too much attention. Now that this colorful dish was right before him, the tantalizing aroma made him swallow in spite of himself.

The pleasant smell caught others' attention as well. Those restaurateurs fixed their wide eyes on the fried rice.

Andrew frowned. What's this? Why did he have to chop everything into such small pieces? The taste and texture are ruined! His pork steak was known for its big size, and was the 18th most delicious food at the Aden Square, mostly because of its size. He liked to watch people gobble down his steak.

The smell of eggs has mixed perfectly with the smell of other ingredients, and together they have created such a wonderful aroma. What's inside the eggs? Rice? But rice grains are so small. How did he do it? Bernice wondered.

Her dishes featured fineness. Her restaurant's specialty was ranked 13th among the most delicious food. She was good at making the best of ingredients, and she was well aware of the skills needed to chop everything into the size of a rice grain.

The ingredients look to be of high quality, but did he cook them all together with oil and seasonings? I wonder how it tastes. Besides, different people like different foods. I don't think they all find that dish tasty, Miles thought, frowning.

His restaurant accommodated all tastes, and that was why he had many regulars in spite of his lack of specialties.

They held their questions and doubts in check; they didn't plan to cause any trouble here.

Vicennio could feel their eyes on him. He raised his eyes to theirs. "Guys, please do not stare at me like that. You're making me nervous," he said, moving the plate closer to himself.

Andrew smiled. "Sorry. Don't worry. We're just watching."

"Okay…" Vicennio dropped his gaze back to his food. Apparently, the strong butcher's words didn't make him feel any better. His stomach was rumbling. He picked up the spoon, and took a bite.

This is good!

Vicennio's face lit up instantly. The taste of different ingredients spread in his mouth, delicious and intoxicating.

When he swallowed, the food slid down his throat like a warm current. His drowsy cells were beginning to revive like the dry field after the rain. He felt so good, his weariness was largely gone, he didn't look as pale as before, and he could feel his strength coming back.

Vicennio's eyes went wide. He gazed at the fried rice with a surprised look on his face. It's working! Even better than those pills. And it's so delicious. No wonder my wife liked it. He took another bite, and then another. He smiled, and was completely lost in the food.

Mag's seven counterparts swallowed.

Is it really that good?

They all had the same question in their minds. They watched Vicennio wolf down the fried rice, and could only imagine what it tasted like.

Some customers became a little restless after waiting as the aroma of roujiamo and Yangzhou fried rice floated in the air.

The half-dragon waitress was taking orders and serving food. She'd never made a single mistake, smiling all the while, so the customers waiting couldn't bellyache too much.

Then the seven restaurateurs saw the roujiamo. "What's that?"

"A loaf of bread stuffed with chopped meat. How tasty can it be?" Andrew said. He was even more confused now. Why do they have to serve meat with bread?

"Did you smell that? It's so different, don't you think?" said Bernice. It was clearly a much stronger smell than the first one, and it whetted her appetite immediately.

They were chefs as well as restaurateurs, so they were more interested in figuring out how to make the food.

"Yes. Deep-fried pork steak doesn't smell like that," Andrew said, shaking his head.

"Nor does roasted meat," the old woman said.

Miles frowned. "I don't think he boils meat in water."

"Why do I get the feeling that he cooks in a completely different way? Did he invent all these dishes himself?" the balding man asked.

"An inventor, huh?" Bishop sneered. "So many restaurants want to invent new dishes, and they all end up shutting down. These customers only find the new dishes interesting here, and I don't think their interest will last a long time."

A customer nearby overheard their little conversation. He took a look at Bishop. "I beg to differ, grandpa," he said, twisting his mouth. "Your green onion bing 1 doesn't stand a chance against this roujiamo."

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Chapter 148: Are They Here To Make Trouble, Boss?

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Then, the customer took a large bite of his roujiamo, and continued, "Mmm! I'll never get enough of this!"

The seven restaurateurs hurriedly looked away, abashed.

They had never thought they would be recognized by the customers eating here; worse still, the customer had overheard them speaking ill of Mag, and harshly criticized them. How embarrassing!

Bishop blushed. His spring onion bing was fairly popular at the Aden Square, and had made it into the top 100 most delicious dishes the year before last.

He couldn't pretend he hadn't heard that insult. He could feel his anger rising.

"Relax, old man. We're here to eat, not to cause trouble," Miles said, tugging at his sleeve.

The last thing they should do right now was hurl insults at this customer in Mag's restaurant.

Bishop had been in this business for dozens of years; he was no fool. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, gave a faint snort, and said not a word.

That customer hadn't intended to pick a fight. He got back to eating his roujiamo.

Afterwards, more people recognized them, and asked what they were doing here.

"We're just here for a little get-together. It's a nice place," Miles replied with a dry smile. They wouldn't have come if they had known they would encounter so many of their regulars.

Yabemiya noticed them too. She was a little worried about what they might do, but still she approached them with a smile and a menu. "May I take your order?"

The old woman sucked in her breath when she opened the menu. "What?! Your prices are ridiculous!" she said, staring at the young waitress.

"Yes. They are much too expensive," a voice added.

They could buy half a roast suckling pig in the Fryer Tavern with 600 copper coins, which was the sixth most delicious dish at the Aden Square. They didn't see much meat in this Yangzhou fried rice.

And Bishop's green onion bing was only five copper coins each.

The most expensive dish in their restaurants was not over 200 copper coins. The prices on this menu were just unimaginable.

They thought Mag was ripping people off, or that he was trying to scare them away with these ridiculously high prices. They were all gazing at Yabemiya, waiting for an answer.

The young waitress shook her head, smiling. "Sorry, but there's nothing wrong with this menu. Our prices are reasonable." So many people had questioned their prices recently that she had gotten used to it.

People who were daunted by the prices would leave, but those who stayed were all conquered by the dishes, which made Yabemiya very happy and admiring Mag even more.

She didn't know what these restaurateurs were here for. She was afraid they might look for trouble.

She was not afraid to fight, though; perhaps she could take care of them all by herself. Yet, she wasn't a big quarreler.

The old woman raised an eyebrow. "You call these prices—"

"I'd like a plate of Yangzhou fried rice and a roujiamo," Andrew interrupted. Then he turned to face the old woman. "So many people are eating here. They can afford it, and so can we."

Bernice nodded. "I'd like a plate of Yangzhou fried rice and a roujiamo too," she said to Yabemiya.

There must be a reason for so many people to eat here. Also, I don't think they're all fake customers hired by the owner, Bernice thought as she looked at Brandli. Nobody can hire a magic caster from the Gray Temple, and he looks very powerful too.

"I'd like a roujiamo, please," Bishop said after he thought for a while.

"I can only earn 300 copper coins a day, and I won't spend it all on a roujiamo," said the old woman. She turned and left.

The other restaurateurs exchanged a wry glance.

The old woman's restaurant was having a hard time these days. Her palate was not as refined as it used to be. Her mutton soup had made it into the top 50 most delicious food once, but it was many years ago. It was nearly impossible for her to recreate that taste now.

Her son and his wife had died years ago. Her grandson was a real handful, and he had no talent in cooking. Their mutton soup tasted worse by the day. Only a handful of regulars would eat there out of sympathy for her. She could barely make enough to get by.

The rest of the restaurateurs placed their orders.

"Okay, but it's not easy to eat Yangzhou fried rice while standing. I can get you roujiamo if you want," Yabemiya said with a smile.

"No, thanks. We'll wait. Please serve us the food after we're seated," Bernice said. The others nodded their agreement. They had come here to taste and enjoy the food.

Yabemiya nodded. "Sure." She turned and walked into the kitchen. "Are they here to make trouble, Boss?" she whispered worriedly.

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Chapter 149: You Got Something You Want To Say?

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Mag shook his head, smiling. "Don't worry. I don't think they have the nerve to do that." He could see that they were not unreasonable people. They're here to feel out my restaurant, Mag thought.

Even if they planned to make waves, Amy would take care of them, and I have two powerful magic casters here.

They're probably just here out of curiosity.

When my restaurant becomes more famous in the Aden Square and all throughout Chaos City and the whole continent, more cooks will come, hoping to learn a thing or two from me.

"I think they'll like our food too," Mag continued. He removed the fried rice from the wok into a plate.

"I'm sure they will," the waitress said, picking up the plate. Mag's calm infected his waitress; her beautiful smile returned.

She didn't believe anyone could cook as well as her boss.

She had worked in another kitchen for so many years, but most of the ingredients and seasonings that Mag used still looked strange to her.

Mag was a genius in her eyes. He had managed to cook all kinds of divine dishes using his magical hands. He was not an ordinary cook.

"Are you hungry, Amy? I can buy you something to eat if you want," Krassu said as he smiled at Amy, holding the spoon in his hand. Then he gave a smug look at Urien.

Krassu was trying to irritate Urien here since the latter had promised to pay for Amy's meals while she studied under him. Amy's meals were not very cheap.

Urien gave a snort, and his spoon got frosted up.

Amy shook her head. "No, thank you, Master Half-beard. I'm already full," she said, cracking a cute smile. "But you can always pay for my meals when I study under you if you really want to buy me something to eat."

Krassu's face went still. He had never thought his plan of provoking Urien would backfire.

A smile crept across Urien's face. "I'll pay for your supper too, Amy. No problem," he said, his hoarse voice full of gloating pleasure.

Amy nodded happily. "Thank you, Master Turtle!" Then, she turned to look at Krassu as if waiting for his answer.

"Well, I'll pay for your meals too on the days I teach you." Krassu sighed, giving a helpless nod.

There was nothing for it but to admit defeat before her cuteness again.

I have more money than I can count. Surely I can afford her meals, Krassu thought as he remembered his salary paid by the royal family. He had tossed all his coins into a large room.

The room had been filled up with coins years before, and Arthur had moved them into a larger room and exchanged the old coins for new ones. Some rare old coins had fetched a lot of money.

He didn't know how much money he had exactly, but it should be more than enough. He had decided to write to Arthur to ask him to bring the money with him. Money was really important if he wanted to win his little disciple's heart.

"Thank you, Master Half-beard!" Amy said cheerfully, swinging her little legs on the long-legged chair. Ugly Duckling was sleeping on her laps, so Amy's movement woke it up. It opened its eyes, and gave her a sullen glance.

Amy stopped swinging. "You got something you want to say, Ugly Duckling?" she asked, looking down at her kitten.

The kitten shook its head immediately, and looked up at Amy with an obedient look. "Meow, meow…"

"I don't know what you want if you don't show me."

"Meow?" the kitten said reluctantly as if skeptical about Amy's words.

"If I find what you want reasonable, I'll be happy to oblige. I'm very kind," Amy said sincerely.

The kitten hesitated a moment. Then it pointed at Amy's legs, swung its own legs, shook its head, and gave a sleeping pose, staring expectantly at Amy with its sapphire eyes.

Amy mussed up its hair. "I knew you have a problem with me!" She laughed as the kitten's face twisted in her hands.

"Meow…" the kitten cried despairingly.

Amy didn't stop until she had had her fill of fun. She cupped its face in her hands. "You can always sleep on the floor if you don't like me swinging my legs."

Ugly Duckling took a look at the floor, and then at Amy's legs. The spineless little thing went back to sleeping on Amy's laps again.

With such delicious food, people were eating fast. The line was shortening by the minute.

Many patrons ate their roujiamo in the street. It was said it felt better eating roujiamo while walking.

Amy's face lit up when she noticed those restaurateurs. "Green Onion Bing Grandpa, Mr. Pork Steak, Mrs. Flower Apron… Why're you here?"

For a moment, they froze. They didn't know these nicknames themselves, and they were not sure they knew this half-elf girl.

Their nicknames were strange, though to be fair, they were quite accurate. Is this girl the owner's daughter?

"Are you here to make trouble?" Amy asked curiously.

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Chapter 150: I Can Wear It When I Learn How To Cook From Father

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The six restaurateurs were taken by surprise. They had not expected to hear this question from the owner's daughter; for a moment, they didn't know how to answer.

More people recognized them now that Amy had pointed them out. Are they really here to make trouble? they wondered

Krassu and Urien turned to look. They'd better not try and do anything stupid here.

Brandli was also looking at them with surprise. They must be insane if they think they can make waves here.

"I used to visit your restaurants. The pork steak must be very tasty, and the green onion bing smells good too!" Amy continued. Then, her face changed. "But what're you doing in our restaurant? You're welcome to eat here. Father's rainbow fried rice and roujiamo are really delicious.

"You don't want to look for trouble here. You don't want to make me angry," Amy said solemnly, shaking her little fists in anger.

"She looks so adorable!" Bernice said, smiling. She had an adolescent son and daughter, who preferred hanging out with friends to staying at home. It had been a long time since she last saw such a cute girl. Her heart was overflowing with motherly love.

"We're not here to look for trouble," Andrew said, clumsily waving his hands as he looked at the cute little girl. She likes my pork steak. The nickname she gave me sounds a little odd, but I kind of like it. How can I explain to her why we're here?

"We're here for food, little girl, not for trouble," Miles said calmly with a smile, shaking his head.

"Really?" Amy said dubiously. Then she put down her hands, and nodded. "Okay."

The six restaurateurs let out a sigh of relief; the little girl's stare had given them a lot of pressure.

"Sorry. Please forgive my daughter. She's a little rude," Mag said with a smile, putting down a plate of Yangzhou fried rice on the table beside them. He touched Amy's head, but there was no blame in his eyes.

I don't think they come here with good intentions. Amy's words will serve as a warning, Mag thought.

Mag was as pleasant to those who ate here as he was unpleasant towards those who made waves.

Amy rubbed her head against Mag's hand.

"There's nothing to forgive. She's such a cute girl," Bernice said, looking at Mag up and down. Plainly, she liked what she was seeing. He looks so neat and handsome.

"We each own a restaurant in this square," Miles admitted with a smile. "It seems your business is very good these days, so we've come here to try the food."

Miles was around 40, of medium stature, with a black short coat and well-groomed hair. Mag nodded and smiled at him. "Welcome! Please sit down and wait for a second," he said, beckoning them to the two tables which had just become vacant. Then he turned around, and walked into the kitchen.

Other customers got back to their food, disappointed. They had expected a conflict, but not even sharp words had been exchanged.

"He seems like a nice guy," Bernice said as she took a seat, smoothing her hair. She was pushing 40, but her skin was still rather soft. Only her hands were a little rough from all the washing and chopping.

Bishop nodded. "Yes. I was very grumpy when I was his age," he said, ashamed as he remembered his little outburst before.

"You're still very grumpy," the balding man said, smiling. They all shared a laugh.

Bishop was known for his short temper, and because of that, his three sons were well disciplined growing up; each of them was more than capable of running his restaurant now.

"The years have made me kinder," Bishop said, blushing.

Bernice turned to look at Amy and smiled. "You must be Amy."

Amy nodded. "Yes. But Mrs. Flower Apron, where is your flower apron?"

"I left it in my restaurant," Bernice answered with a smile. "Do you like it? I can give you one if you like."

"Yes! Thank you! I can wear it when I learn how to cook from Father," Amy said merrily, clapping her hands.

"Your roujiamos, please enjoy," Yabemiya said with a smile as she put the plate down on their table.

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Chapter 151: We, The Burning Legion, Will Make Sure Of That!

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In a swamp, Sargeras carefully pushed aside the grass. "There," he said excitedly in a low voice, pointing at a three-meter-long snake with green eyes. "That's a Green-eyed Magical Snake. Its core is worth 20 roujiamos."

"20?!" Kil and Monde panted, their eyes shining with excitement. One was holding a sack, and the other had an iron rod in his hand.

This swamp was called the Black Swamp, and was about 10 miles south of Chaos City. It belonged to giant dragons. The Silent Mountains, Dark Abyss, and Valley of Thorns were all not far from here. Different types of magical beasts were living in these places. Rare herbs and animals could also be found here.

There weren't many dragons, and most of them lived on their island. They didn't deign to come to these dangerous places. They were using them as their natural defensive barrier. No one could cross it without powerful strength and a flying mount.

In time, this area had become a paradise for adventurers. They could find quests concerning this area every day in the Chaos Guild.

There were difficult quests and easy quests. Naturally, difficult ones came with great rewards. A certain golden dragon's head could be worth 100 million copper coins, while finding some herbs and cooking ingredients could only get an adventurer 10. Easy quests were always much less dangerous, and were often done by less powerful adventurers.

"Boss, 20 roujiamos plus 12 in this bag, and we don't have to worry about tonight and tomorrow's food!" Monde said with a smile, carrying a heavy bag with care.

Deep in the Black Swamp, poisonous black fog was floating. No one dared to venture into this place without proper protection.

Sargeras and his two companions were now being protected by a layer of red flames over their bodies. The fog couldn't reach them.

"Don't take your eyes off it. If it goes into the ground, then you can say goodbye to your roujiamos," Sargeras said seriously. "You two go around the back. I'll heat up the ground to block its escape route, and then summon lava meteorites on it. You wait for the right moment to catch it with the sack. Do not kill it. It's worth 30 roujiamos alive."

"It's as easy as that?" Monde asked, scratching his bald head.

"Yes. Its weapon is its eyes. If you stare into its eyes for three seconds, it will cast an illusion on you. That's why we have brought a sack. Don't worry. It's not poisonous," Sargeras said, patting Monde on the head. "Go. After we catch this one, we'll try to find that Green Shadow Wolf I failed to catch last time. Its fur is worth 100 roujiamos."

"Yes, Boss!" Kil and Monde said excitedly. They stayed low and crept towards the snake.

They were warriors and born hunters. They never made a sound.

The snake was still resting there, unaware of the approaching danger. The three lava demons exchanged a glance and nodded.

Sargeras put both hands on the ground. His hands went up in flames, and the flames went into the ground and rushed towards the snake. The ground seemed to be on fire immediately.

Feeling the heat from the ground, the snake raised its head, startled. Then, it saw Sargeras and flicked its tongue menacingly at him, about to leave.

"Appear! Lava meteorites!" Then, the air above them became red. Several burning stones the size of a head dropped from the air and landed before the snake, blocking its way.

"Now!" Sargeras roared, charging towards the snake. "For roujiamo!"

"For roujiamo!" Kil and Monde echoed. There were only three of them, but their cry was loud and inspiring.

The snake tried to find an opportunity to strike back as it was dodging stones.

But, before it could find one, its vision got cut off by the sack, and then it was knocked unconscious.

Monde tied off the sack quickly. "Boss, we did it!" he said to Sargeras excitedly.

"Yes," Sargeras replied with a smile, nodding. "We're invincible!"

"For roujiamo!" Monde said with a big smile, holding up the sack.

"When our Burning Legion becomes much stronger, maybe we can kill that golden dragon. It will provide us with years of roujiamos," Kil said, expectant.

"I will make sure of that," Sargeras said. "We, the Burning Legion will make sure of that!"

They walked off together, talking about roujiamo.

Is this really that good? The six restaurateurs were staring at the roujiamo in their hands. The pleasant aroma of meat made them swallow despite themselves. The back of the elf girl on the bag caught their attention.

They were startled. Not only did he hire a half-dragon as a waitress, but he is using his daughter, a half-elf, as his trademark?

Andrew picked up his roujiamo, and took a bite.

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Chapter 152: Most Delicious Food At The Aden Square

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The other restaurateurs were all looking at Andrew. He handled pork every day, so they were all waiting to hear what he had to say.

Andrew chewed on the food slowly. The outside of the bread was crunchy, but the inside was soft and had just the right amount of chewiness and sweetness.

Also, the gravy seeping into the bread enriched its taste.

This gravy is made from… pork? Andrew wondered.

He didn't understand. He had been slaughtering pigs for over 20 years. He knew the difference in taste among different parts of pork, but he had never tasted such different gravy.

This gravy had a strong aroma of meat. The spices had brought out the meat flavor. He could feel his taste buds screaming in delight.

After he bit into the meat, it was so soft that it melted in his mouth.

Just amazing!

Andrew's eyes went wide. He had thought the streaky pork would be too greasy, but he had clearly been wrong.

Tasty juice seeped out. He swallowed. He felt warm, and then hot. He could feel his blood rushing and his heart thumping.

"Ah…"

Andrew couldn't help but let out a cry of delight. His body fat started shaking… not as violently as that of Harrison and his friends, though. After all, he had more muscles than fat.

"Well?" the other restaurateurs asked. Andrew's reaction was too extreme. They would have thought that he was a fake customer hired by the owner if they hadn't come here together.

"It's good," Andrew said simply, not taking his eyes away from the roujiamo. The taste still lingered in his mouth. He took another large bite, savoring the delicious food. His blood was rushing like river rapids.

This is no ordinary pork! Andrew thought with iron certainty. But what does it matter?

One bite after another, he was wolfing down his roujiamo quickly.

The other restaurateurs were gaping at Andrew. They could see he liked the food so much that he wouldn't even spare the time to talk about it with them.

"Is it really that good?' Bishop muttered, bringing the roujiamo to his mouth.

His green onion bing was the most delicious flatbread at the Aden Square, or so he thought. It was a pity his bing didn't make it into the top 100 most delicious food at the Aden Square during the last competition, but his business was always good. He could sell more than 1000 green onion bings every day.

Bishop's eyes widened after he chewed several times.

How can bread taste this good?!

He had thought that bread shouldn't be eaten with meat, but the soft, sweet bread went perfectly with the delicious meat. One completed the other.

His green onion bing completely lost in taste department.

The thought that he might never be able to make something this delicious made him despair.

He felt very frustrated, yet still he gave a cry in delight after he swallowed.

The rushing blood made him feel young again. He didn't know what it was in the roujiamo that made him feel this way.

He had invented this green onion bing based on pancake.

His three sons learned from him all these years, and had already mastered the dish.

However, whenever they wanted to try something new, he was always there to stop them, with curses or his fist. Making green onion bing was the only thing his first and second son had on their minds now.

Maybe it's time I step down and let them do whatever they want, Bishop thought, looking at the roujiamo in his hand. He had to admit that the customer was right when he said his bing didn't stand a chance against this thing.

His green onion bing was much cheaper, though. That was a good selling point.

But, he didn't consider this roujiamo expensive. If he could make something this good, with such a magical effect, he would have it priced at 400 or even 600 copper coins.

"It's very good," Bishop said, and then got back to enjoying his food. A smile crept up onto his face.

Seeing that Bishop was already totally lost in the food, the other restaurateurs couldn't wait any longer.

"Ah…"

They let out a cry at almost the same time. They couldn't hide their surprise. They had thought Andrew and Bishop were too easily impressed, but now they knew it had been a spontaneous reaction on their part.

"I've never eaten anything half as good as this before!" Bernice exclaimed.

Miles nodded. "The owner must be a genius. I'll bet that one of the top 10 most delicious foods will have to be replaced by this half a month later at the competition," he said excitedly, looking at Mag in the kitchen.

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Chapter 153: Five Stars In All Aspects?

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"You can totally say that again!" Bernice said, nodding. "I think it will even make it into the top 5!" She was a little abashed with the embarrassing sound she'd just made, but her companions were too immersed in the food to mind her.

She was a cook herself, but she had to admit she was completely impressed by this roujiamo. Now she found it worth the price.

She couldn't even figure out how to make bread this soft, chewy, and crunchy at the same time.

Why is he using streaky pork? she wondered.

And how did he make the meat so flavorful yet not greasy at all?

It's a genius idea to eat bread with meat!

What spices did he use?

These restaurateurs had so many questions on their minds.

Miles shook his head. "It has a top 5 taste, no doubt, or even top 3," he said, smiling. "But the number of customers and their comments also matter in the competition. This place is not big enough. He needs to get more customers eating here if he wants to make it into the top 5."

"Miles has a point here, but I think this food may set new records in many aspects," Andrew said, putting down the empty bag slowly. "No dish having over 1,000 comments has got five stars in all aspects for a long time, I think." He smiled. "It's been so long since I last ate something this good. Waitress, I'd like another roujiamo, please."

"I want another one too," Bishop said to Yabemiya.

"Sure. Please wait a sec," the young waitress replied with a smile, eyes shining with joy and pride. Nobody can resist Mag's food, not even other cooks.

Amy gave a big smile. "I knew they would love it." She pinched Ugly Duckling's cheeks, drawing it back before it fell off her laps.

Mag shook his head with a smile as he turned to glance at his counterparts. I never realized my food would bring about so much debate. Top 10 most delicious foods? Five stars in all aspects? Why do they care so much about this?

"It's nearly impossible to score five stars in all aspects. Different folks like different foods," said Bishop.

"Yes. Customers are very difficult to satisfy these days," Bernice said. "They look for good dining experience, which I don't think they can get here, since humans, dwarves, and orcs have to eat together. He can't get five stars in this aspect."

"Mag's roujiamo is indeed the best. Even Bernice is speaking highly of it," a voice said.

"You and she should try Mag's Yangzhou fried rice. That's the best food I've ever had," another voice said.

"These restaurateurs are not so proud now, are they?" a third voice said.

Some customers were chatting in a low voice.

The six restaurateurs overheard them, but they could do nothing but listen quietly. An embarrassed look crept onto their faces.

"Do you like Father's roujiamo, Mrs. Flower Apron?" Amy asked.

Smiling, Bernice nodded. "Yes, it's very tasty."

"Father's rainbow fried rice is also very tasty. I'm sure you'll like it too."

By then, Yabemiya had walked out of the kitchen with two plates of Yangzhou fried rice. She put down one plate before Andrew and one before Bernice. "Your Yangzhou fried rice, please enjoy," she said.

Bernice's eyes widened. The pleasant smell of eggs and other ingredients mixed together and tickled her nose. Each rice grain had been perfectly coated by golden eggs.

She counted six different ingredients besides eggs and rice. Every ingredient had been chopped into the same size as the rice grain. It did look like a rainbow in a way.

So many different ingredients, yet it looked so harmonious. Talk about fineness!

"His cutting skills must be really good if he can chop the shrimp so evenly," Bernice said. She spooned some into her mouth, and chewed a few times. Despite herself, she then closed her eyes.

The spiciness of the eggs and the taste of other ingredients melded together, yet each flavor remained so distinct.

After she swallowed, she felt a warm current flowing all over her body, calming her down and soothing her.

A smile touched her lips. Roujiamo could make her blood pump, but she liked this fried rice better as it was nice and peaceful.

"Good food makes you happy," Bernice said as she opened her eyes. She took another bite, and then another…

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Chapter 154: I'm Just A Cook

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Bernice's blissful look intrigued Andrew. He spooned some rice into his mouth.

The other restaurateurs swallowed as they watched Bernice gobbling down her food.

Bernice was very picky about what she ate. She didn't like anything too greasy. From the look of it, she liked this fried rice better than roujiamo.

They turned to look at Andrew, waiting for his comments.

Andrew's blood was still pumping from eating a roujiamo. He felt as if he had grown in strength.

How could this be possible? Probably it's just my imagination.

Andrew's face lit up as he chewed on the rice. He had never expected so many ingredients cooked together would taste so good.

The savory ham, sweet shrimp, crisp winter bamboo shoots… Every taste was so distinctive, yet they blended perfectly together to create such a nice texture.

After he swallowed, it turned into a warm current, assuaging his weariness. It was so comfortable that he felt like closing his eyes.

Then his eyes opened suddenly, staring at the Yangzhou fried rice before him. The food here has special effect? It's not my imagination at all!

Andrew clenched his fist. A smile touched the corners of his mouth. I can feel it. My strength has grown!

"What's wrong, Andrew?" Miles asked curiously.

"Can't you feel it? The roujiamo has made my strength grow a little." Then he pointed at the fried rice. "And this is good for relieving fatigue. Isn't it magical?"

The others were taken by surprise. They had felt the change in their bodies after they ate their roujiamo, but they hadn't realized what had changed until now.

"Ting!"

The spoon clattered on the empty plate. Bernice licked her lips with a blissful smile. "I'm afraid one of the top 3 most delicious foods will have to be replaced by this. I've never eaten anything as good as this fried rice here."

"I like roujiamo better. The meat is unbelievable. This Yangzhou fried rice is also very delicious, though," Andrew said, smiling. He brought another spoonful of rice into his mouth and felt happy as his weariness went away.

"Thanks to you, I can't wait to try this Yangzhou fried rice," Miles said with a smile.

Soon, the fried rice they had ordered came, and they dug in immediately.

Mag came out of the kitchen with a box of fried rice, and handed it to Vicennio.

Vicennio looked much better now. "Your Yangzhou fried rice is really amazing," he said, excited, giving Mag a thumbs-up. He felt like himself again.

Those pills he had taken had done more harm than good to his body.

Thankfully, this Yangzhou fried rice had revived him. He felt alive again. He would eat another plate if his stomach weren't already full.

Mag took the coins in his hand and smiled. "Come back soon."

"I definitely will." Then he made for the door with his Yangzhou fried rice.

Smiling, Mag shook his head. Poor guy.

"I'll tell you the place for teaching when I come for dinner in the evening, Mag," Krassu said as he paid his check.

Mag nodded with a smile. "Thank you." The old man was Amy's master now, and he had almost become the elf princess's master, so he had to show the respect he deserved.

The looks on their faces would be amusing if they found out that their disciple was the elf princess's daughter.

"Bye, Amy," Krassu said to Amy.

"Bye, Master Half-beard," Amy replied, waving her hand.

Urien paid his check and left too.

Do I need to teach her swordplay? Mag thought as he watched Krassu and Urien leave. He couldn't lift a heavy sword now, but he still knew all the skills.

"Could you bring us the check, please?" Andrew said to Mag.

Amy slipped down the chair, and trotted up to them. "Do you pay separately or together?" Apparently, she was already very good at doing this.

"Separately, little cashier," Bernice said, putting nine gold coins in Amy's little hand. She stroked Amy's hair and smiled. "I'll bring you a flower apron next time I come here."

Amy nodded happily. "Thank you, Mrs. Flower Apron."

The other restaurateurs paid their checks, and walked towards the door.

Miles stopped when he walked past Mag. "You're a real genius, Mag. You may bring a revolution to the gastronomic world," he said seriously.

The other customers turned to look at Mag. They all shared his view. Mag had truly overturned their concept of good food.

"I'm just a cook."

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Chapter 155: What Do You Want, Boy?

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The restaurant fell silent. They were all regarding Mag thoughtfully.

Cooks were ordinary, but restaurants couldn't do without them.

Most cooks didn't like to be referred to as cooks when they also happened to be a restaurateur. They considered themselves much more than cooks.

But not Mag. Even when his food was marvelous, his restaurant was stylish, and his business was great, he still called himself a cook.

His modesty humbled his counterparts and won admiration of many customers.

No wonder he can cook such incredible food. He knows what he and his purpose in life are. He's a formidable opponent, Miles thought with approval.

Andrew and the other restaurateurs nodded at Mag, thoughtful. Then they left.

I just used a line from one of Stephen Chow's 1 films, but why do I get the feeling that I have inspired them? Mag thought happily, and walked towards the kitchen.

Those restaurateurs hadn't asked anything about his recipes, his methods of cooking, or the spices he used. They had shown their respect and understanding.

Yet, they might still learn a thing or two since they were cooks, and not just common customers.

I don't care what they have learned or haven't learned, Mag thought, and started cooking again.

"I'm looking forward to eating the tofu pudding in the evening," said Andreas.

"Me too. But which do you prefer, sweet or savory?" Moyoshi asked.

"The sweet one, of course," Andreas said. "What about you?"

"I prefer the savory one," Moyoshi said reluctantly. Then the two friends fell silent.

"Don't worry, bro. We won't fight over which one is better," Andreas said awkwardly. Krassu and Urien had fought in the morning over the flavors of the tofu pudding. No one knew what would happen when Mag started selling it this evening.

But, Andreas and Moyoshi grew up together. They were too close to fight over such a triviality.

Krassu was walking towards the exit of the square when Brandli trotted up to him, nervous and uneasy. "Lord Krassu."

Krassu stopped, and turned to look. He saw the emblem on his front, which was a gray sword and a gray shield. "You're with the Gray Temple. What do you want, boy?"

For a moment, Brandli froze. He was over 70; nobody had called him "boy" for a very long time.

Then he remembered Krassu was more than 120 years old. He listened to his legends growing up.

Even his master had been an avid fan of Krassu when he was young; only, he had had no talent to become a melee magic caster. After he got beaten by a low-tier knight, he forsook melee magic, and became a ranged magic caster.

Few magic casters were good at melee magic, and Krassu was the best of them.

And Amy had just become his one and only disciple. That was something big in the magic community.

Krassu was not in a good shape these years. Many magic casters had worried that his magic might die with him.

Urien, the Lord of Ice, had also taken Amy on as his disciple. Who could have thought?

Some magic casters might become uneasy when they learned the news. No one could imagine how powerful their disciple would become.

After a dozen years, she would be able to wield both fire and ice magic, and fight up close as well as from a distance. Nobody would dare stand in her way.

Krassu's face was expressionless, yet somehow Brandli could feel his power. "Lord Krassu, I'm Brandli. I want to welcome you to Chaos City on behalf of the Gray Temple," he said with respect. "We would have received you more formally if we had known of your arrival earlier."

"Never mind. I didn't tell the Gray Temple when I came here. I hope the little incident this morning didn't cause too much trouble for you. You were there, weren't you? Have you reported it to your superiors?"

Brandli was taken aback. He had never thought that Krassu had already noticed him in the morning, and that he was not nearly as kind as when he talked to Amy. He shook his head hurriedly. "No, my lord. The fight between you and Lord Urien is always a welcome sight as long as nobody gets hurt. I feel very privileged to have witnessed your fight in the morning, and I'm here to welcome you, my lord. If you need anything, just tell me."

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Chapter 156: A Dragon Masseuse

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Krassu snorted. "You don't really want to see us fight in your city, do you?"

Brandli pulled a wry face. Their fight in the city would be totally disastrous.

"Rest assured, we won't fight again, for now," said the old man. "Also, I have a servant, I don't need you. I plan on living in this city. You're too old to run errands for me, but maybe you can help me find a magic room."

"The Gray Temple has just set up several magic rooms one or two years ago," Brandli said, smiling.

He had wanted to say he wasn't that old, but thought better of it. Clearly, Krassu didn't want to be watched by him. He had to inform the top brass that the Lord of Fire had decided to settle in Chaos City, which was not good news for them, since Urien lived here too.

Krassu shook his head. "No. The Gray Temple is too far from here. It's not convenient for my disciple."

"There're many magic casters in Chaos City, but I can't just commandeer their magic rooms…" Brandli said hesitantly.

"The Chaos School teaches magic too, if my memory serves me right. Can't you find a magic room for me there?"

"I'm really sorry, Lord Krassu, but my hands are tied," Brandli said with an apologetic smile. He wasn't a teacher in the Chaos School, and even if he was, he had no right to let Krassu use a magic room.

First, he had to report to his superiors. Then, after they decided that the old man using a magic room would not affect the Chaos School too much, they would have to make an official request to the principal, who would determine whether the old man got to use his magic room or not.

It would take at least two days, but Brandli had overheard him saying he was going to find a magic room in the afternoon. Chaos School is out of the question, he thought.

"You just need to take me to the principal. I'll take care of the rest." Krassu started walking towards the exit with a smile. "I haven't seen Novan for years," the old man murmured to himself.

Brandli's eyes went wide as he watched Krassu's back. He knows Novan? The principal of the Chaos School was a powerful 10th-tier magic caster.

Novan might be the least pleasant man Bandli had ever met. Even the Lord of the Gray Temple and the Lord of Chaos City had to treat him with more respect.

Brandli gritted his teeth and kept up with Krassu. "God help me," he murmured.

Mag breathed a sigh of relief when the last customer was gone. He stretched his stiff shoulders and smiled as he had got 632 customers as of now. He only needed two or three days to finish this mission.

Amy trotted over to Mag. "Let me pound your back, Father," she said with caring eyes. But, since she was too short and wasn't strong enough, her pounding wasn't helping much.

Nonetheless, her effort warmed Mag's heart. Only my own daughter cares about me.

"Boss, I can massage your shoulders if you want. I… I'm stronger than Amy," Yabemiya said, abashed, fingers intertwining nervously behind her back.

"You know how to massage shoulders?"

Amy pulled back her hands, panting. She was already tired. "Sister Miya, help me…"

The young waitress nodded. "I know some. I massaged my mother's shoulders when I was little. She had to work all day crouching on the ground and washing dishes." The thought of her mother made her eyes moist.

"I'll leave my shoulders to you then," Mag said with a smile. He leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes. "Try not to break my bones."

Yabemiya giggled. She shook her head. "Don't worry, Boss. I won't."

Mag nodded, smiling. "Thank you."

Yabemiya got around back, and hesitated a moment before placing her hands on his shoulders. She seemed a little nervous, her face flushed red, her hands shaking.

"I'll get some rest. Don't mind me," Mag said. His breath slowed and evened out as if he had fallen asleep.

Yabemiya nodded. "Yes, Boss." She took several deep breaths, and her nervousness was largely gone. She started massaging his neck, shoulders, and arms.

As her hands moved around his neck, Mag almost moaned in comfort.

I've found myself a dragon masseuse, Mag thought happily to himself.

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Chapter 157: Make Sure Each Person Can Only Buy Up To One Bowl For Each Meal

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The young waitress turned out to be a great masseuse. She had stronger hands. Mag's weariness faded, and he truly fell asleep this time.

After some time, Mag woke up, only to find it was already 2:30 PM. He had a blanket on himself, and so did Amy, who was sleeping on the table with Ugly Duckling asleep on her laps.

Smiling, Mag shook his head. I have really fallen asleep. He rose to his feet and stretched, feeling great.

Dishes clattered in the kitchen. The floor was reflectively clean. Everything was neat and tidy.

It seemed she was almost done. Mag put the blanket on the chair, and made for the kitchen.

It would be a pity to let her talent in massage go to waste, Mag thought to himself.

To be sure, Yangzhou fried rice could relieve his fatigue, but he didn't want to eat it every day. Her massage worked as well as Yangzhou fried rice.

"Miya, I have a little job for you," Mag said as Yabemiya carefully removed the dishes from the dishwasher. "The payment is a free dinner, same as lunch."

Yabemiya turned around, surprised. She liked the food here very much. She was already extremely grateful to her boss for the free lunches. After all, she couldn't afford to eat in this restaurant.

Tantalizing as the food was, she shook her head. "I'll do the job, but you don't need to pay me anything. You have already given me too much."

"It's not included in your job description, so it's only fair that I pay you extra," said Mag. She's such a nice girl.

Besides massaging his shoulders, Mag was very happy with her work. She could work as much as three people. He couldn't bear the sight of her eating pancakes for dinner anymore.

"But…"

"I haven't told you what this little job is," Mag interrupted. He looked at her curious eyes and smiled. "You see, we're quite busy. I get tired sometimes, so would you please massage my shoulders when we're closed?"

She had thought Mag would ask her to help in the kitchen. She shook her head immediately. "No. I mean, it's not something that will take a lot of time and effort. Just tell me when you feel tired. You don't need to pay me to do that."

"I'll take that as a yes then." Mag smiled, and added, "We have sweet tofu pudding tonight."

Yabemiya swallowed despite herself. Looking at Mag's kind eyes, she hesitated a moment before nodding. "Thank you, Boss. I'll work harder!" she said formally.

"That's the spirit!" Seeing that she had already finished cleaning everything, he said, "Get some rest. You can dance with Amy when she wakes up."

"I can help in the kitchen. Just tell me what I need to do." She felt more uncomfortable watching her boss toiling in the kitchen while she sat around now that he had offered her free dinners. She decided she had to work harder.

"You are not allowed to teach what you have learned to others, otherwise you will be punished by losing 0.5 of your strength!" the system said gravely.

Mag raised an eyebrow. "I work my a*s off every day!" He had been tempted to take her up on the offer, but the system put a damper on him right away.

"You're just a rookie cook. You've only mastered three dishes. You don't have what it takes to be a teacher."

"The people here are crazy about my roujiamo and Yangzhou fried rice, and the tofu pudding has led to a fight between two 10th-tier magic casters. You call me a rookie cook?!

"And are you saying I can teach others how to cook when I have mastered more dishes?" asked Mag.

"Upgrade the restaurant first, and then you'll know the answer to your question."

The system was using every way possible to try to talk him into upgrading the restaurant. "No. You can keep the answer to yourself," replied Mag.

The last thing he wanted was getting his strength weakened. "Thank you, Miya, but I can handle it," he said to his waitress.

He wasn't very confident that she could be of much help, since his work needed a lot of skills and experience.

Yabemiya nodded, and didn't insist. She had pretty much figured out how he was. "Okay. Please tell me when you need me to do anything."

"I will." Mag put on the apron. He would sell tofu pudding tonight, so he had more preparations to make.

"New mission: make sure each person can only buy up to one bowl of tofu pudding each meal for 10 consecutive days. You will be given a shot at the lucky draw after you complete the mission."

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Chapter 158: You Must Be Out Of Your Mind

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For a moment, Mag froze. He had never expected the system would limit the sale of tofu pudding.

Why would it do such a thing? It doesn't make sense.

Mag frowned. "I don't think it's a good idea. It may ruin the reputation I've been trying to build," he said. "And what's this lucky draw thing?"

"It's a thoughtful decision that I've made. The lucky draw spinner is specifically designed to stimulate your enthusiasm. After you finish your mission, you may get a chance at the lucky draw spinner with wonderful prizes: cake recipe, ice cream recipe, wine recipe, strength, etc."

Mag's eyes lit up. Amy would love ice cream. No child can say no to it.

The wine recipe was also tempting. He wasn't an alcoholic, but it wouldn't hurt to drink a little before bed.

The most exciting prize was strength, of course. In a few days, he would be able to procure 10,000 gold coins to buy 0.5 strength and become as strong as a normal man.

If he could get another 0.5 strength from this mission, he would be strong enough to wield a sword. With the skills in his head, he might be able to protect himself.

"The prizes are somewhat acceptable," Mag said coolly. "But why don't you change the mission to, like, selling 1,000 bowls of tofu pudding?"

"Let me explain it to you, young man. Many people will feel depressed if they don't get what they come here for, especially after waiting for a long time."

Mag fell silent. He had noticed this problem too. He could serve his customers Yangzhou fried rice whenever they ordered during opening hours.

However, the same thing could not be said about roujiamo. He wasn't able to prepare enough dough to make roujiamos for everybody. Some customers had to go back empty-bellied and disappointed.

There was one customer who had never got to eat one roujiamo even though he had come every day for three days. He couldn't come early because of his work. Mag felt so sorry every time he saw him leave with sorrowful eyes.

He could prepare over 200 bread loaves for each meal, and that would be enough for everyone who wanted to eat roujiamo if they were limited to one roujiamo each.

But, people like Harrison and Sargeras needed a lot more than one. It would be a torture to allow them one each meal.

The system continued, "The soybeans are planted in rich soil in the depths of the Twilight Forest owned by orcs, high in protein.

"They get as much as 14 hours of sunlight every day. No pesticides are used. Nanobots take care of all the pests. The protein content in these soybeans is five times higher than in normal ones. Rich in vitamins and minerals, they're very beneficial for the skin. But, too much protein may be too difficult for some people to digest."

"This tofu pudding is five times more nutritious?" Mag asked, surprised.

"4.5 times, to be exact."

"Then why didn't you stop me when I gave Amy and the kitten each two bowls to eat?" Mag said, suddenly feeling anxious.

"Don't worry. Two bowls aren't too much. Besides, they are growing. They need more protein."

Mag sighed with relief. This stingy system is pretty reliable when it needs to be, he thought to himself. "I should be able to buy the strength in two days. How much is next 0.5 strength?"

"50,000 gold coins."

Mag was taken aback. "You must be out of your mind!" It had taken him almost half a month to save 10,000 gold coins. He needed more than a month to procure 50,000 even if he cut back on spending.

The second 0.5 strength was five times more expensive than the first, which meant the third would be even more expensive. His business was good, but not good enough for him to improve his strength in the short term.

"I never recommended you buy it," the system said. "You need to focus on your mission, not on making money. Certain things are expected of you if you want to become the God of Cookery. You have a high chance of improving your strength by completing missions, and it's the only proper way."

"Is it?" said Mag, incredulous.

"Yes. But I can always sell you if you really want to buy it."

Mag curled his upper lip. "I knew it." He thought a moment as he looked at the shining mission in his head and nodded. "I accept this mission. But, I don't want to see the wine recipe on the lucky wheel."

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Chapter 159: Big Sister! Big Sister!

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"Stop reading that book, Luna. It would be a pity for such a pretty girl to become a bookworm." A girl in a blue dress snatched the book from the hands of Luna, who was sitting on a bench in a pavilion in some garden. She smiled. "Tell me something interesting. Living in the castle is so boring."

She looked to be around 18, with a pretty oval face and beautifully arched eyebrows. She wore her hair in a neat ponytail, baring her forehead.

"Give it back, Vivian. I'm almost finished," Luna said with a smile, looking up at the young lady.

Vivian hid the book behind her back and shook her head. "No. I'll keep it for you until you come see me next time."

"If you give me back my book, I promise I'll come here on my next rest day." Luna held out her hand.

Vivian slapped this hand, and said, "As if I would believe you. You said the same thing last time, but it has been half a month since you last came here." She put the book on a stone stool and sat on it. There were several benches around the sides of the round-roofed pavilion. In the middle was a stone table with four stone stools. Two plates, on which were some fruits, were on the table.

"Sorry. A child was sick last weekend. I tended to her for two days," Luna said, taking a look at her book.

"Is she okay now?" Vivian peeled a mandarin and handed half to Luna. She then brought a segment to her own mouth.

Luna gave a shake of her head. "She died." She lowered her sad eyes, depressed.

Vivian's hand froze. She felt sorry for her friend as she watched her staring at the mandarin in her hand. She held a segment of mandarin orange before Luna's mouth and smiled. "Maybe it was a release for her. I'm sure she was happy to have you by her side during her last days."

"Thank you, Vivian. I feel much better now." Luna smiled, and opened her mouth to eat the mandarin. "Mmm! So sweet and juicy!"

"Taking care of children is no job for a lady. You should enjoy your days in peace and comfort in Rodu," Vivian said. "Take care of yourself, or I'll write to tell your grandfather on you." Mandarins have been on the market for weeks, but I don't think she has even bought one, and she likes mandarins the most! She must have spent all her money on the children again.

Luna smiled. "He's over 70 years old. Don't trouble him with a mandarin orange." She poked her forehead with her finger. Apparently, she was in a good mood now. "Don't worry. I'll take care of myself. I have more money this month. Oh, I do have something interesting to tell you about, or rather, someone."

"Ouch." Luna's poke sent her leaning back. "Someone? A man? You have found your Prince Charming?" Vivian's eyes were shining with curiosity.

"No!" Luna said quickly, abashed. She found Mag mysterious and unusual, but she had never thought about marrying him. Amy's mother may come home yet, and she must be a very beautiful elf.

"Are you blushing? My God! I guessed right!" Vivian leaned forward, staring at Luna.

"I'm not, and you guessed wrong. He owns a restaurant. His daughter is one of my students." Luna poked her forehead again.

"So he's married," Vivian said disappointedly. "Then it would be wise not to get too attached to him. The Chaos School might have to let you go because of your little affair."

"Don't worry. I'm already married to the school," Luna said, smiling.

Vivian shook her head. "Trust me, you don't want to die alone. What's so interesting about him?"

"He cooks delicious food."

Vivian's face lit up immediately. "Really? How delicious? As delicious as the roast suckling pig in the Fryer Tavern?"

"I… Why don't you go find out yourself?" Luna decided to keep her in suspense. "It's at the far end of the Aden Square. The name is Mamy Restaurant. I'll have dinner there tonight."

Vivian rose quickly to her feet. "You know I've been grounded and that I have a banquet to attend tonight. Why do you torture me like that? You bad girl!"

Luna giggled.

Vivian joined her laughter.

"Father, we are going to the restaurant where you eat every day?" asked Parmer. He was in a black riding jacket, brown riding pants, and black leather boots, sitting on a white pony in a stud farm. He was looking at Gjergj, surprise written all over his face.

On another white pony sat a boy around three years old, who wore his hair in a mushroom bowl. He was holding tight onto the saddle. He paused three seconds before he realized what was going to happen. "Rainbow fried rice! Rainbow fried rice!" he cried happily, waving his little hands.

Smiling, Gjergj nodded. "Yes. The owner there has a very pretty little girl. I think she's younger than you, and older than Parbor. I'm sure you'll like her." He looked at his two sons, eyes full of love.

"Really? A cute little sister?" Parmer said excitedly.

Parbor paused three seconds again. "Big sister! Big sister!" he exclaimed, waving his hands.

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Chapter 160: Come Back To Bed, Honey

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The sun was setting. Outside the Geya Hotel, Sally was collecting sheets. She felt good as she smelled soap on them. "Boss, can I leave? I won't come back for dinner," she said to a woman sitting in a chair at the door, where she was embroidering a big golden bird.

The woman seemed to be in her forties and thin. She wore her black hair in a simple bun with a silver hairpin. She was plain-looking, but seemed very benign. She put down her work and looked up at Sally with a smile. "Sure. Don't stay out too late."

Sally smiled back. "I won't." She took the sheets inside, walked out of the door, and nodded at her boss. She took a look at her work and left.

She didn't get paid very much, but her boss was very good to her. She had provided her with food and accommodation for free. The food was bland, but she liked it bland. She liked Yangzhou fried rice much better, though.

"I will only eat a plate. I can earn the money in a month." Sally held tight onto her purse and quickened her pace.

"I owe you one, Novan. But I really have to go now. I have had enough to drink," Krassu said, waving his hand at the gate of the Chaos School.

"We haven't seen each other for, I think, more than 10 years," said a man in a black-and-white robe. "I will take you to the Fryer's tonight. Their roast suckling pig is unbelievable. I'm sure you haven't eaten anything that good in Rodu."

The man looked around 40, his hair parted neatly to the side. His square face was screaming authority, his cheeks red from drinking.

"I don't want no suckling pig. I'm going to eat tofu pudding tonight. Now that's an unbelievable dish!" Krassu was a little drunk, but he could still remember the taste of the tofu pudding he had had in the morning.

"Tofu pudding 1 ? Like pig brains and monkey brains?" Novan asked. "I thought you didn't like that kind of stuff."

Krassu shook his head. "No. It's not real brains. It tastes a thousand times better!" said the old man, smiling. "You're already 80, Novan, but there's still so much for you to learn."

Brandli and the administrator of the Chaos School were startled. They gazed at Krassu with a strange look on their faces.

Nobody dared talk to the principal like that, not even the Lord of Chaos City or the Lord of the Gray Temple. Once, the principal had fought with the Lord of the Gray Temple over some business concerning the school. Their fight had ended up leaving a big hole in the roof of the Gray Temple, which had taken over a month to repair. In the end, it was the Lord of the Gray Temple who had compromised.

But now, their principal didn't seem angry at all.

"Yes," Novan said, smiling. "We should be able to drink together more often since you're living here now. Maybe I should go with you to try that unbelievable tofu pudding tonight."

Krassu nodded. "All right. He has other dishes, also amazing. Besides, the owner is my beloved disciple's father! Come on. We have to hurry. The waiting line is growing as we speak."

"Sir, the Lord of Chaos City has extended you an invitation to dine in his castle…" the administrator said hurriedly, looking worried.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I won't be able to try that tofu pudding tonight, Krassu. But, you didn't make his daughter your disciple to get free food, did you?" The banquet was actually a get-together of the top brass in the Gray Temple, the castle of Chaos City, and the Chaos School. They held one every month to strengthen communication and cooperation. His presence was needed since he was the leader of the Chaos School.

"Do I look like a scrounger to you? Enough chit-chat. I really have to go." The old man turned around, and made for the Aden Square. "Even his daughter's meals are paid by me!" he muttered to himself as he walked.

"Come back to bed, honey!" a voice said seductively in a luxurious room.

"Please, baby, I can't… I'll go get dinner for you!" Vicennio scurried out of the house. He placed a hand on the wall to support himself as he walked, tired and disheveled. The sun made him squint. "Why is she not tired at all?! That's not fair!"

On the bed, a voluptuous woman was leaning on her pillow. Part of her breasts was showing through the quilt. Her skin was soft and shiny, face still red. She looked at the door with bedroom eyes and smiled. "My husband can last longer in bed now…"

"Boss, why are we leaving? We have found the Flaming Raven's nest. It will fly back come dark. It's worth five roujiamos," Kil said as Sargeras strode.

Monde didn't understand, either. He was holding two sacks in his hands. Their first quest had certainly paid off.

"What are we working so hard for?" Sargeras asked, without stopping.

"For roujiamo!" answered Kil and Monde.

Sargeras nodded. "Exactly. The restaurant is about to open. We will cash in these animals, take a bath, and then go to that restaurant. Do you want the owner to tell us they have sold out of roujiamo when we get there?"

"No!" Kil and Monde said nervously. They picked up their pace.

The customers won't be very happy tonight. Mag looked at the menu in his hand, which read: "Tofu pudding (sweet/savory), 200 copper coins each. Please note: one person can only buy up to one bowl for each meal."

There was noise coming from the outside.

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Chapter 161: Sweet Or Savory?

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"I'm told Mamy Restaurant has launched a new dish called tofu pudding, and two powerful magic casters have literally fought over the flavors!" a man said.

"Really? Then I must try it. I still remember the taste of his Yangzhou fried rice. But, I have to spend my secret stash of money again."

The first man said, "Yeah. We can only afford to eat in that restaurant several times a month. My kid will start school soon, so I have to save money for him. But, it's too difficult to quit his food."

"Magic casters have fought over a dish?! Where's this restaurant you're talking about? The food there is as good as you say?" a third voice asked.

Mamy Restaurant was a hot topic these days. The fight in the morning was serving as a catalyst to promote the new dish. Many people who had never been to the restaurant were intrigued, wondering what kind of food would make two powerful magic casters fight.

People were waiting in line before Mag's restaurant.

Strangely, there were two lines. At the head were Krassu and Urien. They stood more than one meter apart, but clearly the distance was not far enough.

Under Urien's feet was a big ice flower, delicate and elegant, rotating slowly.

Meanwhile, by Krassu's feet flew a flaming bird, which was staring at the ice flower with vigilance.

Obviously, they were combat-ready, but neither would make the first move.

They had confined their magic since there were innocent people around.

"The sweet one is the one true flavor of tofu pudding," Krassu said gravely, banging his staff on the ground.

"To hell with the sweet one. I love the savory one," said Urien, his voice harsh to the ear.

They were staring at each other. For an instant, it seemed they were on the brink of fighting, but then they looked away.

The other customers let out a sigh of relief. They might have been killed if they had fought so close to them. Waiting in line could be very dangerous sometimes.

The customer who stood the closest to them was two meters away, but the other people didn't complain. They could totally understand. The Frost Dragon had struck fear into their hearts.

They hadn't tried tofu pudding before, but somehow they had chosen their sides.

The door wouldn't open for another half hour. Dozens were waiting. One line was as long as the other.

The hostility between Krassu and Urien might have affected the others. The air seemed to be getting tense.

"Hey man, why are there two lines?" Moyoshi asked a guy waiting in the line. He had come with his friend Andreas.

"Sweet and savory. Take your pick."

Moyoshi understood immediately as he saw Urien and Krassu. "I like the savory one too," he said, holding out his hand.

"Oh, hello." The man shook his hand.

"He prefers the sweet one," Moyoshi said, pointing at his friend.

The savory tofu pudding guys all looked to Andreas.

"Easy, guys." Andreas flinched in fright.

"Hey, you don't need to be afraid of them," said a strong man in the other line. The other people in the same line looked at him encouragingly.

Andreas felt secure now. He joined the line.

More people were coming by the minute. Some wanted to try both, but no one was courageous enough to start a third waiting line beside the two old magic casters.

Sally was startled when she espied the people lined up. She had veiled her face with a silk scarf. It has become so popular after only a few days?

Sally stopped, hesitant. I have to wait with so many humans, dwarves, orcs, and maybe I have to share a table with them… She had dined with a dwarf in this restaurant, but this was a different matter entirely.

So many are waiting, and there are bound to be more when it opens. Will I be able to eat with a dwarf and an orc by my side? Sally thought to herself.

"The restaurant seems to be very busy. Beautiful things never go unnoticed," Luna said as she stopped to look at the lines. Apparently, her worries that the restaurant might not attract many customers because of the prices had turned out to be groundless.

I can always take out. Sally couldn't resist the delicious Yangzhou fried rice. She clenched her fist, and walked towards the lines.

Maybe they have new dishes now. Luna smiled, and made for the restaurant.

"Ladies, sweet or savory?" a young man asked as he looked at Luna and Sally.

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Chapter 162: Go On. Don't Mind Us

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Other people saw the two girls too, and they liked what they were seeing.

Luna was in her light gray linen-cotton dress with long black hair, as beautiful as the lily flower embroidered on her scarf.

Sally was wearing a silver dress with a golden hem, tall and slender. She had beautiful collarbones and nice calves. Her face was covered, but one could tell from her eyes and ears that she was a pretty elf.

They were wondering which side the two young ladies would choose.

Luna and Sally exchanged a confused glance. They didn't understand.

"What do you mean? I'm here to eat," Luna said. She had planned to have a plate of Yangzhou fried rice here and then order a roujiamo to go to eat in her quarters where no one could see her.

Sally was also lost, but she didn't say anything. She didn't want any unnecessary attention. With so many people here, there was a high chance that she might be recognized, which was the last thing she wanted.

"Oh, you didn't know?" the young man said. "They're selling a new dish tonight: tofu pudding, and it comes in two flavors: sweet and savory. See the two magic casters at the head of the lines? They fought in the morning over the flavors."

Now they understood why there were two waiting lines.

Luna recognized the old man with white hair who had a white robe on at once. Lord Krassu! Why is he here? Her grandfather visited Krassu every year, and he had brought her with him once when she was little.

Sally saw the flaming bird and ice flower, and sensed the two old men's formidable strength. Such strong magic waves! I don't think Father is as powerful as them.

She had never met anyone so powerful besides the elf queen. She was a 7th-tier magic caster herself, but she let her bow talk most of the time.

"I don't know what tofu pudding is, but I think I'll choose the savory one." Luna nodded at Sally, and walked to her waiting line.

Sally obviously liked the sweet one better as she picked the other line.

Mag is really a great cook, Luna thought as she watched the two lines growing. She smiled. She didn't mind sharing a table with other species.

She was a teacher, and teachers had to treat all students equally, no matter the species. Novan never allowed prejudice in his school.

Once, a teacher had been fired because she had called one of her dwarf students a shorty. She was the granddaughter of an official who occupied a high position in the Gray Temple. Later, this official had come to the principal's office to press him to rehire his granddaughter.

Then, the office exploded! People from the Gray Temple came and found the official in the rubble. They carried him back, and he never attended the get-together banquet again. He was still angry, or perhaps he got scared.

The Chaos School was running smoothly, and it was largely because of Novan, who had always been strict with teachers and kind and generous to students.

That was why Luna went to that school in the first place. She liked it there. She liked having children from different species and different classes sitting in the same classroom. She cherished their innocent laughter and carefree smiles.

She would love to see schools like that grow everywhere. She would gladly dedicate her life to make it happen.

People in the waiting lines were chatting since there was nothing better to do. Conversations were friendly between people in the same line, but not so friendly between people in the different lines.

"Why do you like the sweet one, Andreas? Only kids like sweet stuff," Moyoshi said, smiling a sarcastic smile.

Instantly, he felt so many unkind eyes on him. Even Krassu had turned to give him a cold glance.

"Sorry…" Moyoshi withdrew in fright. He had only wanted to tease his friend, but his bad joke got himself in trouble with everybody in the other line. Krassu's eyes scared the hell out of him.

"Well said! Too much sweet stuff will make you fat."

"Yes, and saltiness is the most important taste. You can't live without salt."

Other voices echoed his sentiment. The savory tofu pudding people were looking at Moyoshi with admiration.

"Sweetness makes you feel happy, and saltiness… I'm sure you know the expression 'rub salt in the wound'," a middle-aged man said. He was wearing a black long gown, and looked like a bookkeeper.

"Yeah!"

"People who have a sweet tooth are blessed!"

"Salty tofu pudding? Yuck!"

The atmosphere was getting more and more tense as they bickered.

"Ting!"

The bell over the door rang.

They fell silent and looked to the door, wondering. Were we too loud? Or does it open earlier tonight?

Out of the door came a little stool first, and then they saw Amy and Ugly Duckling.

They were all staring at the two little things, puzzled.

Amy put the stool down, sat on it with the kitten in her arms, and looked up at the two lines of people.

She froze for an instant when she noticed so many people were gazing at her. "Go on. Don't mind us. We're just here to watch," she said, beckoning them to continue.

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Chapter 163: Eat Your Meal After They Come In

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The looks on their faces became strange.

They had never seen that coming. They were so surprised by this turn of events that they didn't know how to continue.

"A half-elf girl?" a man asked.

"She's the owner's daughter. Isn't she cute?"

The first man nodded. "I don't like hybrids, but, to be fair, she is really cute."

Many other customers nodded their agreement. They were a little irritated, but Amy's big blue eyes quelled their anger.

Luna smiled, her eyes full of love as she looked at Amy. She has become happier and more confident. Mag is doing a great job taking care of her.

Amy was only four, but she hadn't acted like a child before, since she had had to take care of her father as well as herself. She had been timid and a pitiful sight.

Everything about her was different now. She was clean and wore good clothes, but more importantly, her eyes were lively and full of hope. Luna was happy to see she was now as naughty and innocent as children her age should be.

What's this strange feeling? Sally wondered as she looked at Amy. The way she talks seems so familiar to me.

Amy took a look at the flaming bird and ice flower. "Master Half-beard, Master Turtle, are you going to fight again?"

"No!" the two old men said.

The bird turned into a little flame and then vanished, while the ice flower cracked, leaving nothing but a puddle of water on the ground.

The tension in the air was gone. Every other customer was relieved and grateful to the little girl.

"Actually, I don't mind if you fight," Amy said disappointedly.

The two old men gave a wry smile.

"Anyway, I think I will get my chance since you see each other very often."

Krassu allowed himself a dry smile. This girl has as vile a tongue as Irina. But, Irina has no girl that I know of.

Amy reminded Urien of Irina too. She had loved to encourage them to fight more than anything, and she had even cheered them on while sitting on a little stool.

"Teacher Luna!" Amy said when she spotted Luna, waving at her.

Luna waved back with a smile. She always maintained a cold manner except in school or towards children.

"Big sister elf!" She noticed Sally too. Although she had only seen her once, she still remembered her since she was the first elf she had ever met, and the first to tell her that she would become as beautiful as her.

Sally nodded. She had worried that Amy might shout out her name, but it seemed Amy had probably forgotten.

After she said hello to everyone she knew, Amy sat back on her little stool, resting her chin in her hands. The kitten stuck out its little head from between Amy's arms, regarding the crowd with curiosity. It had got used to seeing so many strange faces since it watched them come and go every day.

Some people decided the silence had lasted long enough. They resumed the topic. Soon, they started bickering enthusiastically again, even though they hadn't got the slightest clue what tofu pudding was.

"Whoa…" Amy clapped her hands. She didn't know what they were talking about, but she still found them amusing.

Ugly Duckling looked around curiously, clapping its paws.

"Boss, I think they're having a quarrel. Should we intervene?" Yabemiya said as Mag was eating his fried rice unhurriedly.

Mag shook his head with a smile. "Don't worry. You should look at this as a little entertainment during work." He took a look at his customers through the window. The foodies here are really interesting. They're quarrelling over something they haven't even tried.

After finishing his meal, Mag took a look at the time. He still had five minutes. He cleared the table, and turned to Yabemiya. "Tell Amy dinner is ready. And remember, one person can only order one bowl of tofu pudding."

Yabemiya nodded. "Yes, Boss." She didn't know why, but she trusted Mag.

Amy walked back in with Ugly Duckling and the stool, her eyes shining with excitement when she saw two bowls of tofu pudding and a roujiamo.

"Go wash your hands. Eat your meal after they come in," said Mag, smiling.

"Okay!" Amy put the kitten on the floor, trotted into the kitchen, stepped on the stool, and washed her hands. Then she ran back to her table and picked up the spoon excitedly.

Mag opened the door. "Welcome to Mamy Restaurant!" he said with a smile, looking at the two long lines which extended into the square.

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Chapter 164: It's Really Very Good

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There were over a hundred people, and they were still bickering. Some seemed quite irritated by the look of their faces.

The good part was they never went beyond exchanging words, or else there would be a pandemonium.

Krassu and Urien were standing in the front, motionless and expressionless.

The noise made Mag frown. Squabbling online was nothing compared to this.

There were magic casters, demons, knights, and orcs. If they started fighting, it would be a disaster.

Maybe I should set up a ring for them to settle their disputes. Mag turned to look at his daughter who was waiting expectantly. At least Amy would like that.

The noise of bickering dwindled. The reason they started quarrelling in the first place was because it was boring waiting in the line. They stopped now that the restaurant was open.

Perhaps they would start again after they tried the food and collected enough evidence to back up their opinions.

"Please come in." Mag held the door open. He wanted no part in their argument, and he wouldn't let them blame him for offering two different flavors.

Krassu and Urien exchanged a glance and walked in side by side. Neither would let the other walk in front of him. After they entered, they made for their usual tables.

"Good evening, Master Half-beard, Master Turtle," said Amy.

"Good evening," they replied. Then they were immediately attracted by the two bowls of tofu pudding.

The bowls were bigger than the ones in the morning. A delicious smell was floating out of the kitchen.

The other customers walked in the same way the two old men had done.

Luna put her foot back down when she noticed Sally had lifted hers at the same time. "After you," she said, beckoning her to go first.

"Thank you," Sally said, casting a surprised glance at Luna, and entered the restaurant.

Mag recognized her at first glance even with her scarf over her face. Seeing that she said nothing, Mag just nodded.

"Good evening, Mag," Luna said.

"Good evening, Luna." Mag nodded with a smile. He hadn't expected to see her here tonight.

"I'll have two plates of Yangzhou fried rice and one roujiamo, Mag," Vicennio said weakly, leaning on the door.

Mag nodded. "Sure. Come on in." His woman sure knows how to drain a man, Mag thought to himself as he looked at Vicennio's pale face.

Vicennio moved in slowly and took a seat. Even walking was a difficult task for him now.

All of the customers had entered. Some would rather stand than share a table with others. After a short while, no seat was left vacant. They had to form a new line before the counter, which had extended well out of the door. Fortunately, the aisle was wide; they wouldn't disturb other people.

Luna took a seat opposite to Sally, and soon two more women came and sat at their table.

Sally was relieved, since Luna seemed well-mannered. She could enjoy her meal here after all.

"I'd like a bowl of sweet tofu pudding and a roujiamo."

"I'll have a bowl of savory tofu pudding and a plate of Yangzhou fried rice."

"I'd like a savory one and a sweet one. I want to know which is better."

Yabemiya started taking orders.

"Sorry. Each person can only order one bowl of tofu pudding," the young waitress said.

"Oh, I see." A man opened the menu and saw the note. He was surprised when he noticed it was cheaper than roujiamo. "I'll have the savory one, then."

They spotted Amy and the two bowls while they were waiting for their orders.

Tofu pudding was lying in the two white bowls, white as jade, looking elastic. One had syrup on it, and the other was sprinkled with chopped sides. The delicious smells were making their mouths water.

"This must be the tofu pudding," a bald man said.

Amy nodded. "Yes."

"Is it good?" he asked curiously.

Other customers craned their necks to listen. Some didn't want to spend 200 copper coins on something they practically knew nothing about.

"You want to know?" Amy asked, waving the spoon as if inviting him to try the food.

He nodded. "Yes."

"Then I'll tell you after I try it." Amy scooped a spoonful of savory tofu pudding. It was decorated with orange-red sauce and chopped zha cai, and kept shaking. It melted right away when she brought it into her mouth. She didn't even need to chew. Her blue eyes went wide as she savored the delicious taste.

She gave a blissful look after she swallowed. Then she nodded at the bald man. "It's really very good."

There were loud sounds of people swallowing saliva.

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Chapter 165: Your Tofu Pudding, Please Enjoy

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Then, Amy dropped her gaze back to the food, and spooned another spoonful into her mouth, her body swinging in delight. She put down the spoon, picked up the roujiamo, and ate it. She took a bite of tofu pudding, and then a bite of roujiamo, smiling all the while.

The bald man had never seen that coming. Amy was killing him with that delicious tofu pudding.

Some people were starting to suspect that Mag was making Amy eat here on purpose. Nonetheless, they were unable to tear their eyes away from her or keep their mouths from watering.

"Looks like tofu pudding goes great with roujiamo."

"Excuse me. I'll have a roujiamo."

"Me too!"

Mag's little trick worked.

The sight of Amy eating her food was enough to raise their expectations. Many people began ordering roujiamo.

"See? Little owner likes the savory one too! Because it is much better!"

"And it goes well with roujiamo. I'll bet the sweet one will make roujiamo taste awful," a young man said.

"I like the sweet one, and I think no one forces you to eat it with roujiamo," a demon said coldly, looking at the young man with his red eyes.

"Okay…" the young man said, frightened.

Waiting for their orders was kind of boring. They started arguing again now that they knew what the food looked like.

It looks good, Sally thought as she stared at Amy and the two bowls before her. The one with syrup must be the sweet one. He made the syrup with honey? It looks even more viscous than the honey from the Wind Forest.

The sweet one must be very tasty! Sally became expectant. She liked sweets. Sadly, the female cook hired by her family only knew how to cook several kinds of sweets, and she liked honey better than the sweets she made.

Then she saw the roujiamo in Amy's hands. I don't think I can eat anything that greasy. She opened the menu and frowned as she saw the price of tofu pudding.

She had to work a month to earn enough money to buy a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. And now, there was this tofu pudding.

She was blessed with a long life since she was an elf, but a decent meal every month wasn't quite the life she had expected when she left home.

She had made a promise to herself that she would travel the whole continent with a dozen dragon coins like the elf princess had done.

She had arrived at her first stop, Chaos City, and she had worked hard for over 10 days, but the money she had earned was not even enough for a plate of Yangzhou fried rice.

She was unable to resist the food. She was stuck here.

She could feel her dreams drifting away. She thought she could hear a voice in her head saying, "Work, work, work…"

Luna watched with a smile as Amy ate. Seems like the savory one is good. But what if I make that sound again if I eat it with roujiamo?

"May I take your orders?" Yabemiya said, gazing at Luna and Sally in admiration. She had never seen even one customer as beautiful as them.

Growing up in a greasy kitchen, all she ever wanted was to become a pretty lady with slender and beautiful hands like them. She looked down and hid her coarse hands behind the menu.

"I'd like a plate of Yangzhou fried rice…" Sally said, looking up at Yabemiya with envy. This half-dragon girl wasn't here when I last came. How lucky of her to work here! She can have at least one plate of Yangzhou fried rice for free every day, I think.

But I have to work for a month to buy her work lunch. I eat noodles with vegetables every day. Life is so unfair!

Sally raised her voice. "And a bowl of sweet tofu pudding!" she added as if she was making a hard decision.

Yabemiya nodded. "Sure." Then she turned to face Luna. "Are you ready to order, Miss?"

"Yes. I'll have a bowl of savory tofu pudding, and…" Luna remembered the feeling of when she first ate roujiamo as she looked at the almost finished roujiamo in Amy's hands. "… and a roujiamo."

Yabemiya nodded. "Okay." Then she went on taking orders.

I'll make more money if I work harder, Sally thought, clenching her fist. Then she looked toward the kitchen. I wonder if he needs more waitresses here.

Mag took a look at the people who were watching Amy eat. She would be very popular if she could eat live online. He smiled and poured the hot syrup on the tofu pudding. He was very pleased with his little trick.

"Two savory ones and two sweet ones. Do not recommend the flavor to them," Mag said to the young waitress.

She nodded obediently. "Yes, Boss." She picked up the tray and walked out of the kitchen.

Amy gave a burp, and put down the bowl, which had been licked clean. She stuck out her tongue to try to lick the syrup off her nose, but failed. She raised her eyes, and found they were still staring at her. "The savory one is delicious, and so is the sweet one!"

However, most of them were so stubborn. A child's opinion would never sway their decision.

"Be quiet in our restaurant and don't disturb others," she said. "I'll set you on fire if you don't follow the rules here." She held out her little hand, and then a bluish violet flame rose up, dwindled, and turned into a little fireball.

"Your tofu pudding, please enjoy," Yabemiya said, putting down the food.

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Chapter 166: Can You Teach Me How To Cook, Father?

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Amy's fireball was screaming danger; they could feel its heat even from a distance.

Cute as she was, she had burned Krassu's beard and defeated Sargeras.

They didn't want to mess with her.

They didn't want to get themselves banned at this restaurant.

They lowered their voices. Now they could hear the soft sound dishes made when they touched the table and Yabemiya's energetic voice. The smells in the air became stronger.

Luna looked at Amy and smiled. She's very helpful. Then she glanced through the menu and saw the rules. Looks like he has something in common with Novan. They might become friends.

Then there was a sound of swallowing saliva, too loud in this quiet atmosphere.

They turned to look, and felt envious when they saw Habeng and his savory tofu pudding.

Habeng gave a smile. "Time to eat." He picked up the spoon. He had got the fourth bowl of tofu pudding since he was the fourth one in.

Krassu spooned some tofu pudding into his mouth. "Mmm, the sweet tofu pudding goes perfectly with Yangzhou fried rice," he exclaimed, savoring the wonderful taste.

Urien took a bite of roujiamo, and then a bite of savory tofu pudding. "This combination tastes real great." The roujiamo was working its magic on him, making him feel less hunched.

How did he make it so watery?! a rich-looking middle-aged man thought to himself, surprised. He brought another spoonful into his mouth. The intoxicating sweetness made him forget about everything else.

"I like this!" Habeng said. His spoon went up and down as he gave a blissful smile.

The customers stopped arguing, waiting patiently for their orders.

They were too preoccupied with the food and expectant right now to argue.

Those who had already had their food served were purring like kittens as they ate. Others were looking excitedly in the direction of the kitchen. Peace and quiet had been restored again.

"Thank you," Amy said as the fireball vanished. She patted Ugly Duckling on its head, and the little thing understood and slid down along her leg right away. She climbed off the chair, stood on tips of her toes to pick up the two bowls, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Where should I put them, Father?" Amy asked, holding them securely in her hands.

"Here, let me have them." Mag put the bowls in the sink and smiled. She has helped keep the order here, and she has done it without offending them. I don't think anyone could do such a fantastic job other than she.

"Can you teach me how to cook, Father?" Amy asked as she looked at the kitchenware, expectant.

Mag was taken by surprise. "You want to learn to cook?"

Amy nodded solemnly. "Yes. Father's food has made many people like you. I want to be liked by many people too."

"Silly girl. Many people like you even if you know nothing about cooking," Mag said, smiling. "You're not tall enough to work the wok now. I will teach you when you're taller than the cooking bench, so try to eat more and get taller!"

Amy was a little disappointed for a while, but then she got over it quickly. She walked up to the cooking bench and looked up. It was about 10 centimeters taller than her. "Just you wait. I'll become taller than you in no time."

Mag shook his head with a smile as he looked at his cute little girl.

Amy stayed and watched for a while before getting back to her usual chair again.

"Please enjoy," Yabemiya said as she put down a bowl of sweet tofu pudding and a bowl of savory tofu pudding before Sally and Luna, respectively. The soft thing shook a little, but maintained its shape.

The two girls were attracted by the food. A smile touched the corners of their mouths as they breathed in the delicious smells.

Luna picked up her spoon and gave Sally a curious glance. She'll surely remove her veil.

A middle-aged elf in the waiting line was also looking at Sally, squinting as if thinking about something of importance.

Sally was too engrossed in the food to notice anything else. She removed her scarf and put it away. Then, she scooped some in her spoon and gazed at it with surprise.

She's so beautiful! Luna thought to herself.

The middle-aged elf's eyes went wide. "She's here!" Then he covered his mouth hurriedly and lowered his head, hiding behind an orc in front of him.

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Chapter 167: She Is Just As Vicious-tongued As Her

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Luna dropped her gaze back to her food. Her manners told her not to stare at other people when they were eating. She sank her spoon into the tofu pudding, and it cut through the pudding like it was nothing but water. The white and soft tofu pudding was shaking in her spoon, with a little zha cai and a dried shrimp on top.

Luna's eyes were shining with surprise. It's beautiful. The dried shrimp looked almost transparent. The pleasant smell made her mouth water.

"Please try it, Teacher Luna. It's very good," Amy said with Ugly Duckling in her arms.

Luna nodded. "All right." She brought the food into her mouth gracefully, and then her eyes widened.

It liquefied as soon as she took a bite. It was much tenderer than the eggs in Yangzhou fried rice. It was very watery, and went through her teeth like milk. The savory zha cai and shrimp really added fullness to the taste.

She felt like she was in heaven. She felt as if she were a child again, as if she were playing in the soft cloud and then a wave came and splashed some cool water on her face.

She swallowed, and her eyes were still closed. Savoring the taste lingering in her mouth, she smiled.

The taste brought her back to her childhood.

My childhood friends, how are they doing? Maybe I should go home this Peace Memorial Festival. I haven't seen them for three years. Luna opened her eyes and took another bite, lost in her memories.

Sally took a look at Luna, and then focused her eyes on the food before her. It was like steamed egg custard, only more elastic. She scooped some. The spoon left a white hole in the tofu pudding, and then the red syrup slid right into it. The tofu pudding covered by syrup shook a little in her spoon, delicate like a piece of art.

It smells of flowers! This syrup may have honey in it. Sally was a little surprised. She brought the spoon into her mouth quickly.

It was so soft and watery. The sweetness of the syrup and the delicious taste of the tofu pudding blended perfectly in her mouth, bringing a smile to her face.

I was right! It has honey in it, and sugar too. It's sweet, but not too sweet. I like it!

The Valley of Flowers was located in the Wind Forest. It was warm there, with a lot of flowers and bees. She liked searching for honeycombs there because they were much sweeter than elsewhere.

It was Irina who had taught her how to find honeycombs. When she was little, she had always tagged along wherever the princess went. In her eyes, the princess could do anything, and was the prettiest and the most powerful. She would take her searching for honeycombs and stealing spirit fruits.

When the princess left for Rodu, she said she would scribble a little something on the wall of the famous Magus Tower. After she came back, she got grounded for 15 days. It was said she had written: "The elf princess was here!"

It was really an impressive deed. Although the Tower was in Rodu, the elf magic casters also held it in high regard. After all, not every magic caster had a chance to enter that place.

Several years later, the princess packed up and left home with a dozen dragon coins, leaving a letter on her table. She had been gone for over 10 years. She had travelled to the Twilight Forest, the Demon Islands, and the Dragon Islands. She had left her footprints all over the continent. Many young elves looked up to her as their role model.

And Sally was one of them. She envied her her way of living.

Three years ago, she was told the princess had been brought back by the queen herself. Then she stayed in the cave with the Tree of Life, and Sally had never seen her again.

She had no idea what had happened to her. The princess was like a changed person, and would talk to no one but her maid, Firis.

She had spent a lot of time with the Tree of Life when she was little, and the tree had been nice only to her since she was born.

Sally hadn't seen her for a long while, but she had followed in her footsteps, which was why she had only had a dozen dragon coins on her and left all her valuable jewelry home.

It turned out she might have overestimated herself since she had got stuck here, in Chaos City.

Why does the honey in this syrup taste familiar? Sally wondered.

Very few elves would look for honey in the Valley of Flowers, and even less would sell it.

Maybe I'm wrong. Anyway, he certainly has chosen the ingredients carefully. The tastes are wonderful. Sally took another bite, savoring the food slowly. This was the second time she was this happy after she left home, and the first was when she had Yangzhou fried rice.

Good food could indeed make people happy.

"Big sister elf, it's very tasty, isn't it?" Amy asked, smiling.

Sally turned to look at her. For an instant, she froze. She now realized why she would have had that strange feeling of familiarity. The little girl was just as vicious-tongued as Irina, who had liked to nickname other people when she was little.

And she had nicknamed her "Slug".

To be fair, it had been nowhere near accurate.

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Chapter 168: Big Sister, Hugs!

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"Such a classy restaurant! But it was not here last time I came here," Parmer said, surprised.

"Big sister! Rainbow fried rice!" Parbor exclaimed. Clapping his hands, he trotted towards the glass window and bumped into it. He took two steps back, looking puzzled.

Gjergj hurried over to his boy. "Oh, sweetheart, are you hurt?" Part of him was worried, while the other part wanted to laugh at his kid's adorable stupidity.

The customers by the window got startled at first, but then they couldn't help but smile when they saw the cute little boy.

"Why can't I get in, Father?" Parbor asked.

"'Cause you're standing in front of a large sheet of crystal glass," Gjergj replied, smiling. He picked up his small hand and put it on the crystal glass. "You can feel it, right? It's transparent. Everything can be easily seen through it."

Parbor touched and patted the cool glass, and then smiled. "Crystal glass! Crystal glass! Big sister!"

"Seems like he can't wait to get in and play with the big sister," Harrison said, smiling. Then he turned to Parmer, and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. "What about you, Math Genius? Are you excited?"

"Why would I be excited? But I don't mind teaching her a little math if she's cute," Parmer said with his arms crossed.

Harrison gave a nod, and patted him on the shoulder. "Oh, you're so generous! Come on! Time for dinner! Mag's business is really booming!"

"With his cooking skills, I don't think there are still seats available right now," said Gjergj. He took Parbor's hand in his and entered.

No sooner had Gjergj walked in than he noticed the new dish in front of almost every customer. It was white and soft with different toppings, and he liked the new smell floating in the air.

"Hey, man, what is this dish that you're eating?" Harrison asked a guy sitting by the door.

"It's called tofu pudding. Amazing food! You should try the savory one. It's just unbelievable!" the guy said, giving a thumbs-up.

"No, try the sweet one! Trust me, you won't regret it!" another guy said.

Harrison turned to the kids and smiled. "You're very lucky, kids. You get to try a new dish tonight!" Then, he and Gjergj took the two boys to the end of the waiting line.

Parmer's attention was attracted by the paintings on the wall. Marvelous Rodu, majestic Dragon Islands, dreamy Wind Forest, knights on horses, flying dragons, magic casters… Every painting was so strange yet riveting.

"Rainbow fried rice! Big sister!" Parbor said, looking around as if looking for something.

The two adorable kids attracted many eyes, especially the smaller one with hair in a mushroom bowl. Mere sight of him was enough to make people smile.

"Big sister! Big sister!" Parbor exclaimed merrily, eyes shining in delight.

When Parmer turned to look where his brother was looking, he saw Amy. He froze, his eyes wide. Finally, he said, "Why are you here?!"

Amy was also a little surprised, but apparently she was calmer. "This is my father's restaurant."

"Why is this your father's restaurant?"

"Because he is the owner, I guess."

Parmer felt insulted. He swallowed to calm himself down.

He had been very upset since the day they competed in class. The riding today had helped a lot, but now he found himself feeling nervous.

"So you have met?" Gjergj asked, surprised. He had planned to introduce her.

"She is the one who beat me in math the other day," Parmer admitted reluctantly.

Gjergj and Harrison exchanged a wry look.

They had never seen this coming. It was all they could do not to laugh.

Mag took a look at them. So he's Gjergj's son. No wonder I found his face familiar. Thankfully, he's not as fat as his old man. The smaller one must be his second son.

"Big sister, hugs!" Parbor said in his childish voice, extending his arms, walking towards the counter.

"Sorry, but you're too heavy," Amy said, looking down at him from her chair.

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Chapter 169: I'm Just Chubby, Not Fat!

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Parbor stood there, frozen. He looked up at Amy in confusion.

The customers couldn't help but laugh.

Mag shook his head with a smile. Amy's only four, and not much taller than him. There's no way she can pick him up. But, maybe she should have said that less bluntly.

At last, the little boy understood. He turned to his father, aggrieved, as if about to cry. "The big sister said no hugs."

Gjergj opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say to comfort his little boy. Now, his two sons were both in a bad mood.

"Shouldn't you say something?" Harrison asked in a whisper.

"I'm afraid I'll only make it worse…"

"My brother isn't heavy!" Parmer said angrily, stepping between Amy and Parbor.

"Brother…" Parbor cowered behind Parmer.

"Yeah, right. Then why don't you go ahead and pick him up?" Amy said coolly.

"I will!" He turned to look at his brother.

"Brother, hugs! Hugs!" Parbor said, extending his arms, excited and happy again.

The customers were all looking at Parmer now, wondering what he would do.

Parmer looked older than Amy, and was handsome in his horse-riding clothes; he must have inherited his looks from his mother. They were all looking forward to witnessing the sweet scene of him holding his brother.

"Sorry, Parbor. Maybe another time," Parmer said, frowning. "You've got fat recently."

The little boy looked like he was on the brink of crying. "I hate you, Brother. How can you say I'm fat?!" He pouted.

A girl burst out laughing. Luckily, she wasn't eating. She covered her mouth and continued laughing.

Parmer felt abashed and aggrieved. He had intended to speak up for his little brother, but ended up getting disliked. Parbor had really got fat. Parmer used to be able to carry him on his back, but now, he was not sure his back was strong enough to carry him again.

Amy looked at Parbor, and then at Parmer. "He's only a child. He's just chubby, not fat."

Why is she accusing me? She should be blamed as much as me! But when he saw his brother's watery eyes, his face softened right away. He patted Parbor on the head. "Sorry, Parbor. I'll be able to carry you when I'm taller and stronger."

Parbor's smile returned immediately.

Amy nodded, relieved. "You're both good kids."

Parmer turned to look at Amy strangely. Aren't you a kid yourself?

"Go wait in the line. Don't talk loud or run in the restaurant. You'll be spanked if you disturb other people," Amy said solemnly.

"Spanked?" Worried, Parbor looked around nervously.

"You can't spank me!" Parmor said, clenching his fists.

"Maybe I can't, but Blue Fatty can." Amy looked at Gjergj.

Parmer raised an eyebrow. "Blue Fatty? My father?" He looked to his father for support.

"She's talking about basic manners you should know," Gjergj said gravely to his sons. "If you behave badly, I will spank you." Then he gave Amy a kind smile. Girls are better than boys.

The two brothers exchanged a glance, suddenly afraid.

"Big sister. I like big sisters," Parbor said, looking at Amy.

"But I like little sisters," said Amy.

Parbor cried after all; tears welled in his eyes. "She doesn't like me. I want to become a girl, and then she'll like me…"

"Don't be such a crybaby. You'll become a man one day, and men never cry," Amy said.

Parbor stopped crying right away. There were still tears in his eyes, though.

"Come on, Parbor." His brother picked up his little hand.

"It seems your plan of making them become friends has failed," Harrison said.

Gjergj nodded, and managed a wry smile. "Mag's daughter is so smart. When I have a daughter, I'll teach her to stay away from boys too."

"Meow!" Ugly Duckling woke up and gave a cry.

Parmor's eyes went wide. "An orange cat!" He trotted up to Amy, and looked up at her with longing. "Big sister, can I hold it?"

"She'll never let you hold it," Parmer said with certainty.

The customers were all looking at Amy. They had never seen anyone else hold the kitten before, so they thought the little boy might get disappointed again.

Amy paused a moment as she looked at Parbor, who still had streaks of tears on his face. She handed the kitten over. "Here. Be careful not to drop it. It has got fat too."

I'm just chubby, not fat! Ugly Duckling thought sullenly to itself.

"Is it just me, or can this tofu pudding make scars fade?" a woman said delightedly.

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Chapter 170: He Might Be A Doctor Or Something

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Parbor nodded. "Fat kitten…" He extended his arms to take it.

The customers were astonished. They had thought she would say something hurtful and never let him touch the kitten, but she was acting like a sweet big sister now.

It was the first time they had seen the softer side of her. Parbor smiled happily, holding the kitten in his arms.

I knew that deep down she's kind and nice. Mag smiled. He had worried that Amy might have trouble making friends because of her acid tongue, but it had turned out she was doing just fine.

Looks like Parmer still hasn't got over the frustration from the other day. He is so competitive, Luna thought, looking at Parmer. Then she smiled when she turned to look at Amy and Parbor. Attagirl! You're still that same kind child who used to share pancakes with others.

"Seems like we don't need to intervene, after all. Sometimes, it's best for the kids to work out their own problems," Gjergj said in a low voice, relieved.

Parmer stood frozen. She gave the kitten to Parbor?! Didn't she just say mean things to us?! He blushed; he had just said so confidently that she would never let Parbor hold it.

"Meow! Meow!" Ugly Duckling cried unhappily, trying to get away.

"Stop squirming, Ugly Duckling!" Amy called.

The kitten looked up, and when it saw Amy's angry eyes, it lowered its head right away and stopped struggling.

"Look! My scars are really fading!" the woman from before exclaimed delightedly, her cheeks a little red from excitement.

She was around 30, brown-haired, wearing a purplish green dress and an emerald necklace, looking plain but rich.

She had rolled up her sleeves, baring her horrible scars, which were very unpleasant to look at, but she was staring at them excitedly.

"Oh, are they, Lucia?" said the woman opposite her, surprised.

Lucia nodded, all smiles. "Yes. I check them every single day. My arms felt cool when I was eating this tofu pudding. Then I rolled up my sleeves, and found the scars are fading and shrinking!"

She was born into a rich family. Her arms and chest had got burnt by a bronze kettle when she was little.

Although her husband had been chosen by her parents, she loved him. It was a good thing he loved her too, but she was worried that he would get fed up with her ugly body and go find another girl, so she had been attempting every way possible to try to get rid of those hideous scars.

However, nothing had lived up to her expectations at all. She had almost given up hope.

She had come here today on the recommendation of her friend. She liked the food, of course, but more importantly, she might have found a way to rid herself of the nightmare.

Sally and Luna took a look at Lucia, surprised. They were sitting at the same table.

"I think she's right," Luna said, looking at her left hand. She had accidentally cut her finger while chopping vegetables the day before last. A scab had formed over the wound, and now it had come right off. The skin had healed so well that no one could believe that it had been cut just two days ago.

"This tofu pudding can make scars fade?"

"I think it's good for the skin too. My face feels smoother."

"This dish will become popular among women in no time!"

"Oh boy! I've had this scar since I was three, and now it's half gone!"

Many started checking their old scars. A happy atmosphere spread across the whole room.

"I think I'll bring my wife here tomorrow. She has been going on about that scar on her hand for years," Gjergj said.

"Mag is a real genius," said Harrison. "Yangzhou fried rice can relieve fatigue, roujiamo can make you stronger, and this tofu pudding can make scars fade. Furthermore, they are all very delicious! This place is practically a hospital. He might be a doctor or something."

"What? This thing can erase scars?!" said a middle-aged man with stubble on his face. He rose quickly to his feet and torn open his shirt nervously.

On his strong chest were so many scars, old and new, big and small. There was even one near his heart. They were telling stories of how he had defied death over and over again.

"These scars are my pride. I need them to impress the rookies!" Yeoell said anxiously.

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Chapter 171: Can I Have Another Bowl Of Sweet Tofu Pudding?

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"Relax, buddy. You scars are still there," his friend said, smiling.

"Bullshit! The one left by a blue-haired wolf when I went hunting for the first time 25 years ago is gone! And so is the scar made by an orc's fang. And…" Yeoell told him with sorrow about all the scars that had disappeared.

"Don't worry, Yeoell. You'll get new ones." His friend patted him on the shoulder.

"But I liked my old ones! They meant a lot to me!" Although Yeoell was already the vice-leader of an adventurer group, he always liked showing off. He really enjoyed bragging to the rookie adventurers about his scars.

His friend smiled. "So if there were another bowl of tofu pudding in front of you, would you eat it?"

Yeoell thought a moment and nodded. "Of course I would!"

"Even my birthmark is not so clear anymore!" a voice called out.

"Would you do me a favor and tell me if the pits on my face are gone?" said a second voice.

The customers had noticed that their skin had actually got better.

Yabemiya's eyes lit up when she lifted her hands before her eyes.

She had been too busy to pay attention to the changes to her hands, but now she noticed that some of her old scars had vanished.

The scar left by a hot wok when she was seven, the scar she had got from a dog at the age of eight… All those ugly scars were either gone or fading.

If I keep eating this tofu pudding, my hands might become pretty again! Yabemiya thought to herself, excited.

She had found her life miserable as she had been a lowly worker slaving away in that dark kitchen. Others had shown her no respect, so she couldn't have cared less about her hands.

She was getting all the love and respect here in Mamy Restaurant, and started to really live her life. It was natural for a girl to crave to be beautiful. She had been saved from her miserable life.

She blamed herself for having failed to take care of her hands every time they looked at them. She didn't want to ruin their appetite. She didn't want to fail her boss.

She clenched her fists. I'm sure I'll get rid of these scars and calluses if I have two bowls of tofu pudding every day! She strode towards the kitchen, feeling really grateful to Mag.

It didn't only soften their skin, it literally gave them each a facelift! Mag was also amazed even though the system had prepared him for it. He had never expected it to be this effective.

"You should have told me that this tofu pudding can work wonders, system! I should have priced it at 2,000 copper coins each!" Mag said to the system. This food was basically a magic bullet for people with scars, pits, birthmarks, etc.

"I didn't know that it would be this effective. The test result said it was rich in protein. Maybe that mysterious microelement has powerful effect on the skin."

"You didn't do any animal experiments?!"

The system fell silent. At last, it said, "All the ingredients are subject to 18 different tests to ensure they are edible. Don't worry."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I don't need to conduct experiments on animals. My tests are more accurate and scientific. The test results are much more reliable than those experiments involving animals as long as I have enough samples."

"Maybe you're experimenting on us right now…" Mag said. He believed the system, though. Its database and knowledge made it more than capable of testing the edibility of food.

He had to limit the selling of tofu pudding for the customers' own safety since the system had warned him of the harm in eating too much tofu pudding.

"Can I have another bowl of sweet tofu pudding?" Krassu said with a smile, looking at the young waitress.

"I'd like a second serving of savory tofu pudding," Urien said in his hoarse voice, putting down the spoon.

The noise in the restaurant died down. They were all staring at Yabemiya.

They had finished their tofu pudding and would like more, but they had noticed the rule on the menu.

Many people who were not very happy with how they looked were gazing at Yabemiya with great expectations.

They were thinking that Mag might not say no to the two powerful magic casters, who were also Amy's masters.

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Chapter 172: That's So Nice Of You!

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"But…" Yabemiya could feel their eyes on her. She panicked and didn't know what to do. They're Amy's masters. Should I bend the rules for them?

"I don't think the owner will reject their requests."

"Yeah. After all, they're his daughter's masters."

"If he's willing to bend the rules for them, maybe we could make him sell us more too."

They talked in whispers, waiting for the waitress's answer. They decided that Mag would grant the two old men's requests, so they were thinking about how to talk Mag into bending the rules for them too.

They couldn't wait to have another serving of this tasty tofu pudding.

Maybe I should have one more bowl of this. Sally seemed ambivalent, looking down at the empty bowl before her. The sweetness of the syrup made her feel so good, and she felt her breath smelled of honey.

"Sorry, each customer is limited to one bowl, and we don't do take-out on this one," Mag said, putting down a plate of Yangzhou fried rice in front of Krassu, smiling. "Your Yangzhou fried rice, please enjoy."

The customers felt astonished and disappointed. Although Mag was smiling, they could see from his expression that he would never compromise.

For an instant, Krassu froze. He looked at his fried rice, and then at Mag. He let us eat for free in the morning, but now he won't even allow his daughter's master to have another bowl?

"Don't worry. I'll pay for it." He had got so addicted to the sweetness that he could hardly resist it.

Urien raised an eyebrow. I've never been rejected before. Apparently, he's not very sensible.

Mag shook his head. "The rules are clearly stated on the menu. Hope you enjoy your meals." He was smiling on the outside, but he was in a bad mood on the inside.

He had figured that many people would be very displeased with this new rule, but this tofu pudding was so rich in nutrients that consuming more than one bowl might be unhealthy. He would never do anything that might potentially harm his restaurant's reputation.

Besides, he had a mission to accomplish, and the rewards were really tempting.

"Please follow the rules, Masters," Amy said warily.

"We will. Nothing can be accomplished without rules," Krassu replied, smiling. He spooned some rice into his mouth. "This Yangzhou fried rice is so good!"

Urien took a bite of his roujiamo. "Mmm, this roujiamo tastes great."

The two old men had pretty much given up the hope of having another serving. They could have forced him to comply, but that would have been very inappropriate, especially before his daughter.

Nobody dared treat them like this.

Nobody but Mag. He treated them in the same manner as other customers, even though he knew very well who they were and what they were capable of.

He treats everyone equally, without discrimination. Maybe that's a good thing. Krassu took a look at Mag, and got back to eating his food.

"Please sell me one more bowl. I really need it. I'll pay 10 times the price. Please," Lucia entreated, rising to her feet. She felt a little insecure as her husband had grown less affectionate. This dish was a godsend for her; she was willing to pay a ridiculously high price for it.

Mag shook his head with a smile. "I'm really sorry, Ma'am. Please come back tomorrow morning." Then he said to the system, "2,000! Come on! It's stupid not to sell her!"

"Please mind your language. Insulting me may trigger a hidden mission," the system said sulkily. "What good are the rules if nobody follows them? You are to be the God of Cookery. 2,000 copper coins is really nothing compared to your great cause."

"I'll give you 2,000 copper coins."

"That's so nice of you!" the system said happily.

"Well, I was just kidding."

"But…" said Lucia.

Mag smiled. "I hope you enjoy your meal." He turned around and walked back into the kitchen, leaving her standing there.

Lucia still hadn't recovered from her surprise. She realized for the first time that money wasn't everything.

"We'll come back here first thing in the morning, Lucia," her friend said softly, tugging at her hand. "The two old men he just rejected are both very powerful magic casters."

"Magic casters?!" Lucia's eyes went wide. She knew what these two words meant. She resumed her seat quietly.

"Mag doesn't even bend the rules for his little girl's masters. He's really a man of his word."

"I would definitely sell it to her at 10 times the price."

"Looks like we have to come back early tomorrow."

The customers chatted in whispers. They had a deeper understanding of Mag now.

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Chapter 173: The Fight Between The Two Sides Had Ended, For Now

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I have never expected to see her here. I was told she left Chaos City half a month ago. We have already stopped searching for her here. Fikar seated himself in a corner, stealing glances at Sally.

The news of her leaving home had found its way to Chaos City over two weeks ago. Her family was among the most powerful elven clans, so her leaving home was no small business.

On top of that, Lady Helena had recommended her to the elven queen. Sally, who had always lived in the shadow of Irina, was now a popular candidate to become the elven queen.

However, at this crucial point, she left home and went south, just as the elven princess had done.

The reward for finding her was huge. Fikar could even hear his heart pounding with excitement. Maybe he would be able to return to the Wind Forest soon.

He spooned some tofu pudding into his mouth, savoring the tasty food. He smiled. The good food here has brought me luck!

Krassu pushed himself to his feet and walked to the kitchen door. "Check, please." He smiled at Mag.

Mag smiled back. "That will be eight gold coins." He was grateful to them for earlier since they hadn't given him a hard time.

"I've found a magic room in the Chaos School. It's on the third floor in No. 3 building of the magic school. Take Amy there at 6:30 tomorrow morning. Also, please bring a plate of Yangzhou fried rice and some sweet tofu pudding for me."

Mag was very happy when he heard that he would teach Amy in Chaos School, since Amy could play with her friends.

Then he frowned. I have to deliver the food for him. He hesitated a moment, and then took the 16 gold coins from his hand. He is Amy's master. That's the least I can do.

Mag nodded. "Thank you. I will. Please take care of her."

Apparently, Krassu had never seen this coming. He had thought Mag wouldn't deliver the food for him. He smiled and nodded.

Mag smiled back.

After Krassu left, Urien paid his check and left as well.

The two sides were more determined now that they had tried the tofu pudding. The air was thick with hatred.

Luna and Sally put down their spoons at almost the same time, letting out a breath of satisfaction. They were both highborn ladies, but they had never eaten anything as good as this.

They were both convinced that the one they had eaten was the best, yet their good manners prevented them from making any remarks. They paid their checks.

"You're such a good girl, Amy," Luna said, stroking her head. Then she turned to Parmer and smiled. "You're very good at math, Parmer. You are not daunted by that little setback, are you?"

"No, I'm not. Thank you, Teacher Luna." The little boy's eyes started shining with ambition.

"Come back soon, Teacher Luna. Father can cook many good foods, and there will be more new dishes," said Amy.

Luna nodded with a smile. "I will," she said, her eyes full of expectations.

The customers raised their heads in surprise when they heard what Amy had just said. They wondered if Mag could truly invent more unparalleled dishes.

They really looked forward to his new dishes.

Parbor gave the kitten back to Amy after a while since it was too heavy for him.

Later, when there were seats available for Harrison, Gjergj, and the two kids, Parmer ordered a bowl of savory tofu pudding, even though the other three ordered the sweet one. He smiled happily while eating tofu pudding and roujiamo together.

"Bye, Mushroom Bowl, Blue Fatty, Gray Fatty," Amy said at the door, holding Ugly Duckling, waving her hand.

Parbor waved back. "Bye, big sister and fat kitty." He torn his eyes away from the kitten unwillingly and held Gjergj's hand.

"Later, little owner," said Harrison and Gjergj, who was holding a box of Yangzhou fried rice in his hand.

"Why didn't you say goodbye to me?" Parmer said, gazing at Amy with a sullen look.

"Because I haven't figured out what to call you yet."

"Bye!" Parmer said, and left angrily.

"Bye." Amy went back into the restaurant, looking happy.

"Boss, how about we try this tofu pudding too?" Kil asked, looking around.

"What do we work so hard for?" asked Sargeras, looking at Kil and Monde.

"For roujiamo!" they answered instantly.

"Eat!" Sargeras said, pointing at the 15 roujiamos before them.

They were busy the whole night. After 9 PM, Mag politely turned away the customers who were too late. When the last customer left, Mag closed the door and let out a sigh of relief.

The fight between the two sides had ended, for now. It was more violent than he had expected.

"Father, we have sold 512 roujiamos, 90 plates of rainbow fried rice, and 240 bowls of tofu pudding," Amy said happily. "Our income today is 175,480 copper coins. I have converted dragon coins and gold coins into copper coins."

"Oh, you're so amazing, sweetheart. You're literally a math genius." Mag smiled, held her in his arms, and kissed her on the head.

He was only 1,000 gold coins away from getting to buy the strength, and he had got 880 customers as of now.

The braised chicken and rice will be popular in this world, and I will probably be able to swing a sword after I get that 0.5 strength. The thought of this brought a smile to Mag's face.

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Chapter 174: It's Perfect At Home Or On Vacation

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Yabemiya looked at the father and daughter with a smile and an envious look in her eyes. "When will my father come back? Mother promised he would, but when? I've been waiting for many years…" she muttered to herself, taking the dishes into the kitchen.

Mag looked at Amy with a serious look on his face. "Amy, starting tomorrow, you will start your lessons with Krassu. Remember, you should call him 'Master Krassu' and always be courteous and respectful."

"But I like to call him Master Half-beard."

Mag shook his head. "It's rude. He might feel offended. Words can cut deeper than knives, and students ought to respect their teachers. You're their only student, so be good while attending their classes, okay?"

Amy nodded obediently. "Yes, Father. But can I call them Master Half-beard and Master Turtle after class?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess," Mag said, looking at her expectant little face. They don't seem very bothered by their nicknames.

Amy smiled. "Great!" She looked out the window and waved Mag's hand back and forth. "I want to watch the stars, Father."

"Okay, let's go up to the balcony. We can see clearer from there." He felt like an irresponsible father since he was always too busy to interact with Amy.

"Miya, go home if you're finished. Stay safe. Also, don't come early tomorrow morning. I have to take Amy to school, and won't be back until around 6:50."

Yabemiya nodded. "Yes, Boss. Do you want me to massage your shoulders?"

Mag shook his head with a smile. "No. Go home and get some rest."

"Good night, Sister Miya," Amy said, waving her little hand.

"Meow!" cried Ugly Duckling. It still kept its distance from her, but it had grown accustomed to her working here.

The waitress smiled. "Good night!" She felt so warm inside.

"Can we take Mushroom Fairy with us, Father?" Amy asked when they were about to go up the stairs.

"Sure." Mag went to get the music box, and ascended the third floor with Amy.

Mag had tricked the system into remodeling the second and third floor while building the restaurant. The large balcony had a white rail and non-slip gray tiles, and was situated outside of a small empty room on the third floor. Facing the Aden Square, it provided a great view.

A lamp went on the minute they opened the door. "Wow, we have such a spacious balcony!" Amy exclaimed in delight. She put Ugly Duckling on the floor and ran around happily.

Mag was also a little surprised. This place is nice. We can grill meat and drink beer up here. The room is large enough for a grill, parasol, rocking chair, and other stuff.

"I need a rocking chair," he said to the system. I wouldn't lie on the floor to watch the stars.

"You have no right to change the restaurant. You will get two luxurious lounges for free after you upgrade it."

"Will customers eat up here?"

"I don't think they will," the system answered after a while.

"Exactly," Mag said, smiling. "The second and third floor are private sections. I won't allow them to come up here. The restaurant is on the first floor, so I'm not changing the restaurant." The system fell silent.

"Do you sell it or not? I don't have all night."

"Sorry, I was wrong. Of course you can buy a rocking chair. I have thousands of rocking chairs for you to choose from. Some even have massage functions. They are perfect at home and on vacation!"

Mag nodded as the pictures popped up in his head. "That's more like it."

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Chapter 175: Do You Know How To Sing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star"?

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Mag chose a brown cane chair with curved metal legs. It was five gold coins, and looked quite comfortable.

"The rocking chair will be ready in five minutes. Where do you want me to put it?" the system asked.

"Here, on this balcony. Tell me when it's ready." He didn't want to miss the opportunity to do a magic trick before Amy.

It was a cool night in early autumn, with gentle breeze.

"Father, come here! We're going to have a contest to see who can quack better. Will you be our judge?" asked Amy.

Mag was taken by surprise. Is she trying to make a cat quack like a duck? He gave a wry smile. "Amy, Ugly Duckling might not be a normal duck."

"Meow! Meow!" The kitten nodded its agreement.

Amy also nodded. "I know." Then she turned to face it. "You're a very ugly duck."

"Meow…" Ugly Duckling cried in dismay.

Mag gave a shake of his head and smiled. It seems she won't accept that it's actually a cat—at least not for a long time. "Why do you want to have this contest?"

"Because it doesn't know how to quack. It won't be able to communicate with other ducks. No duck will like it." Amy gave a worried look at the kitten and lifted its head with her little hand. "Study harder! Or no food tomorrow!" she said seriously.

"Meow!" the kitten answered quickly, looking up at Amy.

"Quack, quack, quack…" Amy said. Actually, she was doing quite well.

"Meow, meow, meow…" said Ugly Duckling.

Amy stomped her foot. "No! Listen carefully! Quack, quack, quack!"

The kitten lowered its voice in fright. "Meow, meow, meow…"

"No, you stupid duck! It's quack, quack, quack!"

"Meow, meow, meow…"

"I will give you one last time. You'd better do it right this time! Quack! Quack! Quack!"

"Meow, meow, Quaow…"

"That's it. You're done. No duck will like you." She patted Ugly Duckling on the head. Then she looked up at Mag. "It's so stupid, Father. I don't think it will make it to adulthood. What about…"

"Don't worry. We'll make sure that it grows up," Mag said as Amy swallowed. He knew very well what was on her mind. He stroked her head.

The competition was over before it even started.

"The rocking chair is ready. When do you want it?" the system asked.

"In 30 seconds. Put it here," Mag said, pointing to the right. He smiled at Amy. "I'll do a magic trick for you."

Amy's eyes lit up. "Is it magic?"

"No. But they're quite alike in some ways."

"Okay!" Amy clapped her hands and looked at Mag with expectation.

"We need a chair if we want to watch the stars here, right? And preferably a chair we can lie in."

Amy nodded. "Yes."

"Look at here and don't blink," he said, pointing to the right. "Ta-da!"

Amy was staring with wide eyes, but after three seconds, nothing happened.

Mag was still extending his arm, abashed. What the hell?! Where is that damn rocking chair?!

"Meow!" Ugly Duckling called out behind him suddenly. Amy turned to look. "Father, look! It's a chair!" she exclaimed in delight.

Mag turned around and found the rocking chair sitting behind him, rocking. Ugly Duckling was trying to climb into it.

"Sorry about that," the system said apologetically. "It's heavy. But it won't happen again."

Mag was furious, but he had to smile. It did that on purpose, I'm sure. It struck back, huh?

Mag nodded. "Yes. My magic tricks are a little rusty these days." He pushed the chair and it started rocking back and forth. It looked good.

The rocking shook the kitten off and sent it rolling on the floor. Finally, it stopped and looked around confused, not knowing what had just happened.

"You're so amazing, Father! I want to be as powerful as you are!" Amy said, looking up at Mag with adoring eyes.

"You'll be much more powerful than me after you master how to use magic." Mag smiled and stroked her hair, contented.

"Come on. Let's watch the stars." Mag got in the chair and moved over for Amy.

Amy nodded. "Okay." She climbed into the chair with effort and threw herself into Mag's arms, giggling.

"They're so beautiful," Mag said, holding Amy, rocking the chair gently.

With no clouds and no flashing neon lights, the sky was so clear and deep. The stars were shining brightly. Mag couldn't remember the last time he saw such a spectacular night sky.

"Do you know how to sing 'twinkle, twinkle, little star', Father?" Amy asked suddenly, looking up at Mag.

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Chapter 176: It's Called "Spring Is Here"

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Huh? Where does she know this song from? Then he saw the music box and understood. "No, I don't know this song."

"Do you want me to teach you, Father?"

"Yes!"

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are."

Mag smiled. "You're out of tune."

Amy sat up, confused. "But Father, you just said you don't know this song."

"Uh, I know a little about this song, I guess."

Amy grinned. "Then let's sing together," she said. "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are…" she sang, clapping her hands.

She was all smiles, her two pigtails dancing, and her pointy ears looking almost transparent in the starlight. Mag sang softly, smiling all the while. Their song floated up into the quiet night.

Ugly Duckling couldn't climb into the chair. It was running around them anxiously, meowing to try to get their attention.

"Look, Father! That star is flying!" Amy said suddenly, pointing to the sky in excitement.

It was a bright star, dragging a long tail behind it, flying towards the east. "It's a shooting star. If you make a wish to it, it will come true."

"Really?" Amy closed her eyes, folded her hands, and prayed.

I pray that Amy will be happy every day, Mag prayed, looking at his daughter.

After a while, Amy opened her eyes slowly, excited.

"What wish did you make?" Mag asked, smiling.

"Sorry, Father. Teacher Luna said wishes won't come true if I don't keep them secret."

"Okay. I'm sure your wish will come true." Mag was grateful to Luna for her help in Amy's education. Amy growing up into a kind kid was mostly attributed to her.

Amy nodded. "Yes. I'm sure it will." She kissed Mag on the cheek, and leaned her head on his chest. "Father, you'll never leave me, right?"

"No, I will never, ever leave your side," he said, stroking her hair gently.

Amy smiled and sat up again. "You're the best, Father. I'll do a dance for you."

Mag nodded. "All right." Amy had only studied for less than a day.

Amy jumped off the chair and went to get the music box. "But, Father, what's this dance called? I don't understand a word of this song."

"Um…" Mag didn't understand Japanese himself, either. He thought for a moment, and said, "It's called 'spring is here'."

Amy clapped her hands cheerfully. "I like that name! I like spring! No wonder Mushroom Fairy is so excited and happy."

Mag smiled. "I like spring too."

"I'll start dancing." Amy crouched down and tapped the screen. The music started. She had already learned how to use this music box in merely one day, though she couldn't read many words.

Amy donned a serious face. She was standing sideways, her hands folded in front. Then she put her arms in the air and moved them around. She was dancing to the beat.

Her dance moves were not accurate or graceful, but they were definitely cute.

Mag smiled as he watched Amy dance.

She almost tripped herself up when she put her left foot behind the right. She had managed to make the dance moves much more adorable.

Her dancing was not good by any means, but it melted Mag's heart.

Ugly Duckling was also jumping around, dancing in its own way.

When the music stopped, Amy froze in the last dance position, breathing heavily. "Father, how did I do?"

"You danced very well, even better than Mushroom Fairy."

She has never learned how to dance before, but she has already remembered most of the dance moves after only one day. Her talent is remarkable. I'm sure she'll master this dance in no time.

"Thank you, Father. I'll study harder," she said happily.

"Come on. Let's go downstairs and take a bath. Tomorrow is a big day. You'll be wearing new clothes." Mag crouched down and picked her up.

"Yes, Father." She wrapped her arms around his neck. Ugly Duckling followed them unhappily—no one paid any attention to it.

In the second prince's palace, a handsome young man was talking in a refined manner with several young magic casters. They all looked at him with great admiration.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man looking like a butler hurried in and walked straight up to the young man. "My prince, a messenger from the elves," he whispered in his ear.

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Chapter 177: Dear Irina

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Josh Edward gave a surprised look, but quickly shook it off. He beckoned the butler to leave. Then he stood up, holding a glass of wine in his hand. "You're young but talented. The Magus Tower relies on you. The empire relies on you. Let's drink to the empire!"

"To the empire!" All the magic casters rose and drained their glasses in one gulp, their eyes shining with fanatical confidence.

"It's getting late. I've arranged rooms for you. I'm sure the girls there will give you a good night's sleep."

"Thank you, my prince."

"You're too kind, my prince."

"The empire will thrive when you become the king one day, my prince."

They all started kissing up to him.

Josh waved his hands. "I'm just the second prince. My brother, the first prince, will become the king. You should go now. Don't make the girls wait."

After they left, the smile on his face was replaced by a look of disgust and contempt.

The butler walked in. "My prince, the messenger is now waiting outside," he said with his head bowed.

"Take him to the study, and don't let anyone come near the house," Josh said coolly. He put the glass on the table abruptly, spilling the wine.

"Yes, my prince," the butler replied with his head lowered even more. The second prince might look respectable and decent to others, but he knew exactly what kind of a man he was.

In the quiet study, whose doors and windows had all been shut, stood the second prince, who was staring at a painting on the wall. The messenger, a tall middle-aged elf, was watching him, sweating nervously in the dim light.

The second prince was only around 30, but he was giving off such aura of authority that it made the elf feel like he was standing before his queen. He had been standing in this room for some time, but not once did the prince as much as glance at him.

"What does she want?" Josh asked drily, turning to look at another painting.

"Lady Helena wanted me to give you this letter," the elf answered quickly, and pulled out a letter. The envelope was dark green, with vines crawling all over it. Nothing was written on it, though.

"Put it on the desk and leave," Josh said, without looking at him.

"Yes, Prince." He put it down carefully on the desk with both hands, took two steps back, turned around, walked out, and closed the door quietly. He breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped his forehead, his back soaked with sweat.

Josh turned around after he heard the door shut. He picked up the letter. The vines shone with a green light, and then withdrew into the envelope.

He tore it open and emptied it on the desk. A black seed and a light green piece of paper came out.

He took no notice of the seed, but picked up the paper. His brows furrowed as he read. The room was deadly quiet.

After a while, the paper started burning in his hand, and so did the envelope and the seed.

"Seems I underestimated this Snarr. He can even use such ancient magic as time magic. Alex, I knew you're still alive!" Josh said, clenching his fist. His voice was as cold as ice, his face hideous with rage.

Suddenly, a gust of wind sent scraps of paper off his desk, making them fly randomly around his dark face.

Josh snatched a piece of paper, and then the wind stopped suddenly. The other pieces fell down quickly onto the floor.

I have to bring my plan forward. His calm expression returned, handsome and still, betraying nothing. He sat at the desk and picked up a quill. "Dear Irina, I'm sorry I haven't written to you in a while…" he wrote.

When he was done, he put the letter in a blue envelope, on which he wrote, "To Irina."

Then he thought for a moment, and took another piece of paper. He wrote, "Dear Lady Helena, I will help you with your plan. Please don't forget what you have promised me."

On the southwestern frontier of the Roth Empire, a young, strong, and handsome man in golden armor was sitting in the high seat in the bright command tent. He stood up and smiled, holding a bowl in his hand. "Let's drink!"

His officers held up their bowls. "Thank you, my prince."

"You're so kind to have us here, my prince!" an old man said, looking at the prince with appreciation.

A guard came in hurriedly. "Quine has come back, my prince. He has something important to tell you," he whispered in his ear.

Sean Edward's eyes went wide. He nodded, and beckoned the guard to leave. Then he smiled at his men. "Excuse me for a moment," he said, and walked out.

His smile was gone as soon as he was outside. "Send him to my tent," he said to the guard, and walked towards a big tent.

A short while later, a young man wearing a silver mask and black tights entered the tent. "I have investigated for a half year, my prince," he said quietly in a hoarse voice. "Among the several generals you had me look into, General Simon is the most suspicious. You know, he retired and went back to Rodu. After that incident, he disappeared for a while. He told me the reason for his disappearance, but I found what he said is not true."

"Simon?" Sean murmured to himself. Then a smile touched his lips. "He was Alex's right-hand man. Maybe he was involved in Alex disappearing."

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Chapter 178: A Cute Little Magic Caster

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Mag put Amy to bed after he bathed her and Ugly Duckling, and told her a bedtime story.

He pecked her on the forehead and smiled as Amy slept with the kitten. He found that he really loved playing with his daughter.

Mag got in bed and switched off the light, excited. She'll have her first magic class tomorrow. Oh, she needs to wear a robe.

Mag wanted Amy to stay by his side forever, but he couldn't give her what she needed to survive in the world. She has to become strong to protect herself and the ones she loves.

And I'm sure she will.

"System, I need a robe."

"I don't care what you need. I'm here to help you become the God of Cookery. I'm not your supermarket!" the system said angrily.

I thought you are… Mag thought. He didn't say it, though. "Tomorrow is Amy's big day," he said, smiling. "I need a robe that is different but not that different, conspicuous but not that conspicuous, loose but not that loose. Can you do it? Just name your price."

The system fell silent. At last, it roared, "I will give you a cubic robe that looks spherical. How about that, huh?!"

Mag raised an eyebrow. I guess I asked for too much. He thought for a while, and said, "Let me see the pictures."

The system didn't reply, but the pictures appeared in Mag's head anyway.

The system did have a wide range of robes. There were long robes like the ones on Krassu and Urien, short ones which would favor close combat, and cute colorful ones which looked like dresses.

"Who the hell wears Taoist robes or monk robes?! Are Taoists and monks even magic casters?!" Mag sneered.

"They are in a way, I think."

"Oh, can they make a fireball?"

Then the Taoist robes and monk robes disappeared.

Mag looked over all the pictures and picked a slim-fit bluish purple dress, a pair of black stockings, black boots, and a black-and-red cape with a hood.

Amy will definitely look cute in these. When the system said it would cost him 30 gold coins, Mag didn't even blink, and directly bought two sets. The other set was all black; she would look like a Gothic Lolita in it.

"Thank you. The clothes will be ready in five minutes," the system said cheerfully.

"Put them in the wardrobe. If you make a mistake this time, I'll never buy anything from you again," Mag warned. "Damned system," he muttered.

"Rest assured, no mistakes this time," it answered quickly, pretending it hadn't heard him curse.

Mag set the alarm for 5 AM. He took a look at Amy to make sure she didn't kick her quilt, then he turned off the light, and went to sleep.

"Father, wake up! I'm late for school," Amy called out before the alarm even went off. Mag struggled to open his sleepy eyes and saw Amy on his bed, jumping merrily. "I'm going to school!"

"Meow, meow," the kitten cried, trying to climb onto the bed. It appeared Amy had kicked it off again.

Mag was suddenly wide awake when Amy accidently stepped on his hand. He withdrew it; it was a little numb.

He took a look at the time. It was 4:50. "It's still early. You can sleep some more," he said with a wry smile as Amy danced on his bed. He could understand her excitement since today was her first day of school; he was really happy.

Amy shook her head. "No, Father. I want to wear a pretty dress; also, please do my hair!" Her face was red, and she didn't feel sleepy at all. "Where is the school?"

"You'll be studying in the Chaos School today," he answered, getting up.

Amy's mouth gaped open. "Really?"

"Yes." He touched her head and made for the wardrobe.

"Great! I can play with Daphne!" She jumped up. The shock of her landing sent the kitten off the quilt and upside down on the floor. It gave a despairing look.

Mag nodded, smiling. "Yes. After the class, you can play with your friends." Then he opened the wardrobe and turned to look at Amy mysteriously. "Guess what you'll be wearing to school today."

"A pretty dress?" Amy asked, expectant.

"A pretty robe." Mag took the dress and cape out of the wardrobe.

"Wow, they're so beautiful, Father!" Amy said, eyes shining with excitement. "Can I try them on?"

Mag nodded. "Of course." He helped Amy put them on.

The dress and cape felt comfortable. According to the system, they were fireproof to a certain extent since it had used the fireproof fabric. Yet, it still remained to be seen whether or not they could stay unharmed from Amy's fire.

The sleeves and the hem of the bluish purple dress were trimmed with lace. Amy put on the black stockings and black leather boots, and the black-and-red cape fell just below her knees. Such a cute little magic caster!

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Chapter 179: Wow, They're So Cool!

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Mag took two steps back and nodded as he looked at Amy. She looked cool as well as cute. This clothing combination was really eye-catching. He felt really proud of himself.

"How do I look, Father?" Amy asked, excited.

"You look wonderful!"

"I'm a magic caster!" She clenched her little fists and started running around the room happily, with Ugly Duckling running behind her.

She might become a superwoman after she masters Krassu's melee magic. Looking at the cape floating behind her, Mag smiled.

The little girl ran into the next room and checked herself in the mirror. Then she turned to Mag. "Can you do two ponytails for me today, Father?"

Mag nodded. "Sure." It's the first time she wants me to change her hairdo; she must be really excited for school. He quickly did two ponytails for her. The ponytails did go better with the robe.

After they washed up and brushed her teeth, Mag went downstairs to make preparations, and Amy played with the kitten in the restaurant. Although she woke up very early, she didn't look tired at all. She was a little magic caster with her cat.

Mag was kneading dough, which was the most time-consuming process among the preparations. He had to take Amy to school today, so he couldn't knead as much dough as before.

"System, I want to buy a car," Mag said suddenly. Clearly, he wanted to lose as little time on the road as possible.

"I'm afraid you can't afford it."

Mag lifted an eyebrow.

"A used Alto will do."

"I don't sell used things," the system said proudly. "Besides, I don't think a used Alto is a safe choice considering the stone-paved roads here."

Actually, the system had a point. The roads were pretty good here in Chaos City, but they were not built for cars. "How much is your cheapest off-road car?"

"Range Rover, the cheapest is 15,000 gold coins. You can upgrade it, of course. The most expensive Range Rover is only 30,000 gold coins."

"Well, you have bicycles too, right?"

The cars are too expensive!

The money I have saved is for my strength. I'd be a fool if I spent it on a vehicle, and a bigger fool if I bought such an expensive one.

He had had an expensive Range Rover in his garage, which had been the cheapest among his cars, but he had never paid a penny for any of them. Now that he had to work for every coin, he decided to spend each one cautiously.

"You can pay by installments for that most expensive Range Rover, and I can loan you money. No interest for 12 months. The down payment is only 9,000 gold coins. Also, I can offer you three times of maintenance for free. You never have to pay if the repair fee is under 10 gold coins. You won't get a better offer than this!"

"No, thanks. Show me the bikes!" Mag said without hesitation. The system can be so annoying when big money is involved.

"Oh, you can test drive it if you want."

"Do you sell bikes or not?!" Mag wasn't the least bit tempted. Cars run on gas, but gas is nowhere to be found in this world. I'll have to buy it from the system, but it may sell me gas at a very high price.

Besides, I don't want to draw too much attention by driving a metal box on the road. I don't have the power to fight my enemies. Making money is my first priority.

The system's enticement failed. It had no choice but to show Mag the pictures of bikes.

He chose a large outdated 'Forever' brand bike quickly. He tricked the system into using carbon fiber material, shock absorbers, wire control front fork, 12-speed groupset, and a removable seat at the back. He only paid 10 gold coins for it.

"Building the bike. It will be ready in five minutes. Where do you want me to put it?" the system said.

"Out front. But don't put it there until we're ready to leave. I don't want it stolen." Mag was looking at the design drawing. It looks a bit old-fashioned, but the black color is really flattering. The black basket and black child seat are simple but cool.

Mag was very pleased with himself. I bought a 100 gold coins' worth of bike for only 10 gold coins!

After breakfast, Mag bought a thermal bottle from the system for one gold coin, put some sweet tofu pudding in it, boxed up some fried rice, and walked out with Amy.

"Your bike is out front," the system said.

"Father, are we going to be late?" Amy asked worriedly, looking up at Mag. Ugly Duckling was looking around in her arms, excited.

Mag shook his head. "Don't worry. We have a bike. We'll be there in less than 10 minutes," he said, pointing to the front. The bike was rather good-looking even with the basket and child seat.

Amy turned to look. "What's this? It has two wheels. Is it a carriage? But we don't have any horses."

"It's a bike. We don't need a horse to draw it." He put the thermal bottle and the box in a bag and hung it on the handlebar. Then, he put Ugly Duckling in the basket and Amy in the child seat. "Hold on tight. We only have 15 minutes, so we have to hurry."

Amy nodded. "Yes, Father." Her eyes were shining with excitement. She didn't know what bike was, but she trusted her father.

Ugly Duckling put its two paws on the brim of the basket, looked around, and meowed curiously.

Mag got on the bike and pedalled hard. The bike started running, faster by the minute.

"Wow! We're so fast!" Amy exclaimed happily, putting up her hands. Her cape was swirling; she looked just like a little superwoman.

"Whoa, they're so cool!" Black Coal said when Mag rode passed Urien's shop.

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Chapter 180: Bike VS Carriage

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Between the bike, Amy's chuckle, and the black-and-red robe, they were truly an eye-catching sight.

"What's that? Magic?"

"Maybe. It runs with only two wheels, and is so fast!"

"Isn't that Mag and his daughter?"

Some people saw them, and started talking about the bike.

"Father, look! There is a two-wheeled vehicle running by itself!" a little boy said to a man who was buying breakfast on the street.

"Oh, really? Here, your favorite green onion bing," the man said, clearly not taking it seriously. He touched the boy's head with a smile and handed him the hot bing. When he turned to look, he froze. He blinked and looked again.

"What is that?" the man said, baffled.

"It's so cool, Father. It's even faster than our carriage," the boy said with an envious look in his eyes.

The man gave a snort of contempt. "I don't think so. Huang, overtake that strange vehicle!" he said to a lean old man, and got into the carriage with his son.

"Yes, sir," answered the coachman. He cracked his whip, and the two horses leapt forward right away. People on the street hurriedly moved aside.

Ugly Duckling tumbled in the basket. Every time it tried to get up, the jolting sent it back down. Finally, it gave up helplessly.

"The bike is so much fun!" Amy waved her arms delightedly. She had never ridden a carriage or a horse before. The speed gave her a rush, making her feel very excited.

Mag smiled. The bike made by the system was very user-friendly; even he could ride it without breaking a sweat. Of course, the roujiamo and Yangzhou fried rice he had been eating were also helping.

The Aden Square was paved with 40-centimeter-long and 20-centimeter-wide green stones, laid by some of the greatest dwarven masons.

The stones were being maintained every day, so the square actually wasn't bumpy at all, and the shock absorbers were absorbing a large part of the impact.

"Father, they're watching us."

"They must envy me for having such a cute daughter."

"No. They envy me for having such a nice father!" Amy threw her arms around Mag, giggling.

"We've caught up with you!" the boy said elatedly, sticking his head out of the carriage window, eating his green onion bing.

"That two-wheeled thing is no match for this carriage here. I can overtake them in no time," the coachman said proudly and confidently.

The man in the carriage also smiled, feeling really good showing off in front of his son.

Then the coachman noticed the clothes on Mag and Amy. That's a strange robe, but she must be a genius if she's already a magic caster at such a young age. Maybe I should apologize for my offensive remarks earlier.

Amy took a look at the bing in the boy's hand, swallowed, and turned to her father. "Father, they think they're faster than us."

Mag turned to look at the coachman, who was still smiling gloatingly. That had really stimulated his competitive spirit. "Then we should let them see what this bike can do."

They have made a mistake provoking me and my semi-pro race bike. It seems this race is inevitable. "Hey, old man, I'll race you to the gate of the Chaos School. Good luck catching up."

"Way to go, Father!" Amy clapped her hands. Then she turned to the old man. "We'll win easily."

"I've been driving for 40 years. There's no way I'll lose to you!" the old man said angrily.

His master was a middle-rank official serving the lord of Chaos City. He had managed to procure several young Vic horses, which were quite scarce. They were mild and strong, and one of the best horses to draw a carriage. Goblins used them to freight ores. They were really very fast.

"Such an interesting man," Dicus said, not unkindly.

He had had to pull a few strings when he bought the Vic horses. One of them had even won a race against his friend's racehorse.

He was a little intrigued, wondering whether that thing was truly as fast as Mag had claimed.

Mag donned his serious face. He shifted gears and pedaled harder. The bike was taking the lead again, and its speed was increasing fast. It was flying like a wind. Thus, it was a hundred meters away from the carriage in no time.

That's… impossible! Huang gaped incredulously as the bike started to disappear in his sight.

"Come on, we're losing them!" the boy called out. He slapped the carriage anxiously.

Dicus couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. "We have already lost," he said, stroking the boy's head. He smiled as the bike disappeared around the corner. "Huang, let's go to the Chaos School."

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This race ended surprisingly early.

When Mag glanced back and saw no sign of the carriage, he smiled, his face all red. He had raced back in university, and had been pretty good at it.

Amy also took a glance back. "We won, Father! You're so amazing!" she said cheerfully.

His daughter's praise made him feel even happier than if he had won the Tour de France. Mag smiled. "Let's go to school." He slowed down the speed.

Actually, he had raced in the Tour de France before. His sprint speed had reached 70 km/h, which had been pretty fast. The pros were much faster—80km/h. Even race horses couldn't compete with them, let alone carriages.

He was a little panting now due to the poor shape he was in, but thanks to the system, he could still easily reach 40 km/h. The top speed of that carriage was around 25 km/h, so it was impossible for it to catch up with him.

They went down the street. Father, daughter, and a black bicycle. Now and then, the bell rang, making people stop beside the street and watch.

Hydle was walking on the street with a black bag in his hand, looking thoughtful. The sound of the bell made him look up. He watched as Mag rode past him. His eyes went wide in astonishment. What is that?! How can that thing be this fast? What kind of energy is it running on?

"Hey, wait! I…" Hydle called out, waving his hand, running behind the bike despite his old age.

Yet Mag was too focused on riding to notice him.

"Father, I think I heard someone yelled at us." Amy glanced back, but saw no one.

"Maybe they were trying to sell us things." Mag didn't stop. Maybe it was one of my customers. Anyway, I don't think they have anything important to talk to me.

"Good morning, Mr. Hydle. Are you going somewhere? I can give you a ride," Dicus said as the carriage stopped beside the old man, his respectful voice filled with surprise.

"Good morning, Mr. Hydle," Udyr echoed, and stopped eating. It seemed he was afraid of the old man.

"Oh, good morning, Dicus. Thank you," the old man said, getting into the carriage, breathing heavily. "Did you see a man and a girl on a two-wheeled thing?"

"The girl was wearing a black-and-red cape?" Dicus asked.

"Yes!" Hydle said happily.

"Oh. If you want to talk to the man, I think he's heading for the Chaos School. Huang, go faster."

With a crack of the whip, the horses accelerated.

"Why are you in such a hurry to talk to him?" Dicus looked at Hydle, whose balding head was covered with drops of sweat and face was red from running.

"That strange vehicle," the old man answered, leaning back in his seat to rest. "It ran so fast, and I didn't sense any magic. It's some kind of machine, I think. Also, it seemed much more convenient than a carriage."

"I agree," Dicus said, smiling. "Actually, I was following him too. That thing looked simple, and I don't think it will produce any excrements. It's much cleaner, and thus better for the city."

"You're so visionary, Dicus. We could use more officials like you. I'm sure you'll be promoted again soon!"

"You're too kind. I'm just doing my job. Your endless pursuit of knowledge is most inspiring."

The bike slowly stopped in front of the gate of the Chaos School without making any sound. An old man and a big orc were looking at them. The bike was shining in the morning sun. They had never seen such a strange thing before.

They recognized Mag and Amy since they had somehow snuck into the school before.

"We're here," Mag said.

"I had a lot of fun!" Before Mag helped her down, Amy had already jumped to the ground, excited.

"Then I'll take you to school every day." Mag locked the bike with an anti-theft lock the system gave him and picked up Ugly Duckling. It was still expressionless, curling up.

Bike sickness? Mag pulled a strange face. Since when do cats have bike sickness?

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Chapter 182: You Can Have Two Bowls Of Tofu Pudding Today

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"Wake up, Ugly Duckling. We're here! Don't make me burn you with my fire," Amy said, pinching its jaw.

"Meow!" The kitten woke up immediately. It struggled to its feet and looked at Amy.

"Here, hold it, Amy." Mag handed the cat to Amy and took the bag off the bike. He took a look at his watch. It had only taken him five minutes to get here. Normally, the same distance would take about half an hour on foot.

I'm sure Yangzhou fried rice is still warm, but tofu pudding has probably broken into pieces. The texture hasn't changed much though, I think. I'll charge him the same price.

Bikes are not half bad for delivering food. If people here used them to deliver food, that would be quite a sight.

Also, they could use horses for long-distance delivery.

That's not a problem I should worry about now, though. I'm already very busy as it is. Mag took Amy by the hand. "Let's go."

"Sorry, you're not allowed to go in," the orc said, signaling them to stop. He was eyeing them warily. I won't let them get past me this time.

"Father, let's sneak in through that hole," Amy whispered, tugging at Mag's clothes, stealing a glance at the orc. She was afraid of him, and her fear wasn't misplaced, since she had got rejected by this orc many times.

"She's too young to attend school," the old man added, shaking his head. "And pets are not allowed in school. It's the rule."

Mag stroked Amy's head to calm her down, pulled a green card from his pocket, and handed it to the orc with a smile. "We're here to study under Teacher Krassu. He said we could use this as a pass. Could you tell me where the magic school is?

The orc and the old man exchanged a baffled look. They didn't know any Teacher Krassu here. But when they took the card, the looks on their faces changed immediately.

It had one big word on it: "pass", and they found a name at the bottom right corner: Novan.

The name was everything. The card was useless without the name.

Suddenly, they remembered the white-bearded old man who had talked with the principal yesterday. The principal gave the pass to the old man, but now this young man has it.

He is not to be taken lightly. They looked at Mag and Amy more kindly now.

Even Lord of Chaos City and Lord of the Gray Temple are treating the principal as their equal, but that old man was acting like he was senior to him, the orc thought to himself.

"The magic school is to the left when you walk in. Take your pass and you can head right in," the orc said with a smile, handing the pass back to Mag. His attitude towards them had changed dramatically.

We can walk in through the gate? Amy's face lit up. She had had to sneak in through the hole every time she came here. She had always envied the students who could walk in through the gate.

Mag took the pass and nodded. "Thank you." He picked up Amy's hand, and was about to go in.

"Sorry. No pets allowed," the orc said, extending an arm to stop them.

"But…" Mag looked at the pass in his hand. From the look in their eyes, this pass must have been from a very important person.

"The pass is signed by the principal, but the rule was also made by the principal, and he said school always comes first, so I'm afraid you can't take the cat with you," the orc said solemnly.

He goes strictly by the book. Impressive. Also, the principal here is really responsible.

"I see. But, can I trouble you to take care of my cat and bike?" Mag didn't find this rule annoying. Pets can be dangerous sometimes.

The orc nodded. "Sure. You can leave them to us." This man is quite reasonable.

"Amy, put Ugly Duckling in the basket. I'll take it home with me."

Amy nodded. "Yes, Father." She stood on tips of her toes and carefully put it into the basket. "Be good at home, Ugly Duckling," she said, stroking its head.

"Let's go." Mag took her by the hand and walked in.

"Meow, meow!" the kitten called out behind Amy, sticking its little head out.

Amy turned back. "Stop whining! You can have two bowls of tofu pudding today and don't have to run."

The kitten's eyes lit up right away. "Meow, meow," it said, nodding.

She really knows her way around this cat's thinking. Mag smiled.

A while later, a carriage stopped at the gate. Hydle jumped off it. "The owner of this thing, where is he?" he asked the orc and the old man, pointing at the bike.

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Chapter 183: Alarm Goes Off!

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"He just went inside," the orc answered, pointing. "What happened?" he asked nervously, looking at the sweat on the other party's face.

"Nothing. Which way did he go?" Hydle asked, bending forward to study the bike.

"He asked us about the magic school, so I think he went there," the old man said.

"Magic school?" Hydle straightened up, hesitant. After a while, he curled his upper lip. "I'll wait for him here. The teachers in magic school don't like me." Then he went back to studying the bike.

"I thought he's not allowed to go in," Dicus said, curious.

As the liaison officer between Chaos City and the Chaos School, Dicus knew every rule here—they had been made by Novan to ensure the safety and independence of the Chaos School. Even the Lord of Chaos City himself couldn't get his pet, a fire lion, through this gate.

Anyway, the fire lion probably didn't want to come anywhere near this place again after it got hit by Novan's ice ball and lay in bed for half a month.

"He has a pass," the old man answered calmly.

"I see," said Dicus. No outsiders had the right to enter the Chaos School without a pass. He had one himself because of his job. Before he got his pass, Novan had talked with him in person, and made him promise that he would follow every rule here and that he would never do anything that might put the school or students in harm's way.

Who is that? He can't be anyone ordinary if he can get a pass from Novan. Besides, the girl looks to be of the same age as Udyr. I don't think she's old enough to go to school yet. Is she a highborn lady, or is she a genius magic caster?

Dicus had so many questions in mind. He is mysterious as well as interesting.

Hydle was also very surprised. He took a look at Dicus and refrained from asking about the pass. He walked around the bike, his eyes shining in excitement. "He must be a genius, a real genius. How did he get the iron wires so even in thickness? And how did he manage to make such a perfect iron ring…" he murmured.

"Meow!" the cat shrieked suddenly, standing up. Its front paws were on the edge of the basket, and it was baring its teeth menacingly.

Hydle was engrossed in staring at the bike. The screech really startled him, and sent him stumbling down on his butt. He gave a wry smile when he saw the cute cat sticking its head out. "Good God! What is this cat doing here?"

The orc and the old man quickly helped him up. "Are you all right? It's that man's cat," said the orc.

"Yeah. I'm all right. Thank you." Then he pointed a finger at Ugly Duckling. "You naughty cat!" He crouched down and began studying the gears.

At last, the father-daughter duo arrived at the No. 3 building. It was not as magical as Mag had thought it would be. Actually, this three-storied building was just like every other building in this school. On the wall was a drawing of a witch on a broom and a flying golden ball, which had probably been done by a child—not an artwork, but it was still adorable.

"Will I be able to fly on a broom like the witch here, Father?" Amy asked, looking at the drawing with wide eyes.

Mag smiled. "You will, but not necessarily on a broom." Krassu must know some flying magic if he wants to fight ranged magic casters.

Mag stepped into the building with Amy. Classes normally started at 7:30 AM, so no one was here yet. The inside was quite bright, and didn't feel stifling. Unlike the other buildings, there were fewer classrooms on each floor, and they had no windows.

The two got to the third floor and found only one classroom here. The door coated with black metal was ajar, with light coming through.

Mag walked up and knocked.

The heavy door slowly opened with a creak, and then they saw Krassu standing in his white robe. "Come on in. You're right on time." He smiled.

"Thank you," Mag said, smiling back.

"Good morning, Master Krassu," Amy said, looking up at the old man.

Krassu was taken by surprise. "Good morning, Amy."

"Father said I ought to call you Master Krassu in school," Amy said, smiling. "But can I call you Master Half-beard after school?"

"You can call me whatever you like," Krassu said, feeling good.

I can get used to her calling me Master Krassu. Her upbringing is better than I thought. Then he noticed the bag in Mag's hand and smiled. "Did you bring some tofu pudding for me?"

Mag nodded. "Yes. It might have broken due to the bumpy road, though," he admitted.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I'm sure it still tastes the same. Thank you." He took the bag. "I'll take her to your place for lunch at noon."

"Thank you." Mag crouched down and looked at Amy. "Do as Master Krassu says and study hard. I'll be waiting for you at home."

Amy nodded. "Yes, Father." She didn't want to leave her father, but when she looked around, the bizarre objects in the magic room really attracted her eyes.

"Go," Mag said, stroking her hair. He watched for a while after she walked inside, and then closed the door lightly. He started towards the gate.

Before he arrived at the gate, he heard an alarm going off.

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Chapter 184: Sorry, But I Have A Cooking Job To Do

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Someone is stealing an electric bike? No, there are no electric bikes in this world. But the alarm…

My bike! Mag became worried and quickened his pace. He hated bike thieves—he had lost several pro race bikes to them, and some of them were limited-edition models.

When he reached the gate, he was surprised to find his bike being surrounded by many people who were craning their necks to get a better look. Some were parents, some were teachers, and others were probably just passers-by.

The alarm was still ringing, with the screeching of the cat.

Mag raised an eyebrow. What's going on?!

"I'm sorry, I…" the old man said apologetically to Mag.

It's just a bike. No need for all this fuss. Mag didn't understand.

"Mr. Hydle, the owner is here!" the orc shouted to the crowd.

"Please disperse. There's nothing to see here," Hydle said. Then the crowd parted and looked at Mag.

"Hi, I'm Hydle, the dean of the mechanical school. I saw you ride this. Can you please tell me what this interesting object is? Did you make it yourself?" Hydle asked with a smile, his eyes full of curiosity.

Mag's bike had really intrigued them. It was like a work of art, shining in the sun. Some even assumed it was a new sculpture made by the Chaos School.

They were wondering how it was making such a loud noise.

They looked at Mag, waiting for his answer.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Hydle. This thing is called bike. I guess you could say that I made it," Mag said with a smile, relieved when he saw his bike and the cat were both safe and sound.

The Chaos School had a primary section and a secondary section. Children in the primary section studied basic knowledge. The secondary section was somewhat like a university; it had a magic school, mechanical school, language school, etc., and they would provide all kinds of talents for the Gray Temple and the Lord of Chaos City.

I guess it makes perfect sense for a dean of the mechanical school to take such great interest in this bike, Mag thought.

"Bike…" Hydle murmured. "I like its name. Oh, I'm sorry. I touched it and it started ringing."

The crowd was staring at Mag curiously, wondering if he had cast a spell on this bike.

Mag smiled. "Don't worry about it. It's just the alarm." He touched the lock and his fingerprint unlocked the bike immediately. The alarm stopped ringing.

"Meow, meow!" Ugly Duckling cried happily. It looked toward the gate as if trying to find Amy.

Mag touched its head. "Amy is in class right now, and she won't be back until noon. We'll wait for her at home." He spotted Dicus in the crowd and nodded to him with a smile. He then got on his bike, ready to leave since he had to open soon.

Dicus nodded and smiled back. He won the race fair and square; he must be somebody.

"Can I ask you a few questions about this bike?" said Hydle. "We can talk more in my office. I've been trying to make a vehicle that can run without horses. I think maybe you can join me in this project."

"The dean is inviting him to join his cause? They have been working on this project for decades."

"Yeah. I heard the principal said 15 years ago that every participant of the project would be hugely rewarded if it succeeded. Many people want to be in. There're only seven core members, and they are the best of the best in mechanics and iron working."

Some teachers started to chat, whispering to each other. Dicus also looked very surprised. He knew about that project. The Lord of Chaos City had also seen the value in this project, and funded it because he knew it would change the world once it succeeded.

Smiling, Mag shook his head. "Sorry, but I have a cooking job to do. Maybe another day." He patted the kitten on the head to signal it to sit down.

He had to go. He didn't want to waste another minute here.

Hydle stared at Mag with wide eyes. He couldn't believe that he got rejected, and with such a ridiculous excuse too.

The crowd was no less shocked than Hydle. He just threw away such a great opportunity like it was nothing. Is he arrogant or stupid?

Dicus smiled. Interesting.

"Good morning, Mag. What are you doing here?" Luna asked, walking over to him with a handbag.

"Good morning, Luna," Mag said with a smile. She was wearing a long black dress and the same silky scarf with a golden lily around her shoulders. Clearly, she really liked that scarf. "I took Amy here to study magic. She's in the magic school. Come to the restaurant when you have time. I've got to go now."

Luna nodded. "Okay." She watched as Mag pedaled off. What is that?

The crowd was even more shocked now. That thing goes so fast!

"Teacher Luna, do you know that man?" Hydle asked, looking excited.

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Chapter 185: Nothing Fancy About It

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The crowd dispersed after a while, whereas the teachers and Dicus stayed. They were all looking at Luna since she apparently knew the man who had just ridden off.

"Yes, Mr. Hydle. His name is Mag. He is the father of one of my students," Luna answered. She didn't understand why they were all fixing their eyes on her.

"Do you know where he lives?" he asked, excited.

"Yes. He owns a restaurant at the far end of the Aden Square. You can find him there. He is really a great cook."

Now they understood why Mag had said he had a cooking job to do. They had considered it his lame excuse. What was baffling them now was why he had turned Hydle down. The way they saw it, joining Hydle's project was far more rewarding than running a restaurant since every participant got at least 100 gold coins a month. A normal teacher's monthly salary was only around 30 gold coins.

How did an owner of a restaurant manage to get a pass from Novan? Dicus wondered. I thought he was an official from Rodu or something.

Hydle nodded. "Thank you." He felt so relieved now that he found out where Mag lived; he could go talk with him whenever he wanted. That bike had really whetted his curiosity.

The black thing wrapping the wheel, the chain, the gears, the light yet strong material… Everything about this bike was driving his crazy.

If it weren't for his classes, he would have gone to that restaurant right now. He was known as a leading authority in mechanics, but that bike had made him realize how ignorant he was.

Luna nodded and went off. Why is Mr. Hydle so interested in Mag? Suddenly, she stopped. Has he found out Mag is a math genius?

But I don't think math plays such a great role in mechanics. Then she saw the magic school. Wait, I thought Amy is too young to start school yet?

"Mr. Hydle, how is the project going?" Dicus asked. He was responsible for the funding of this project, so he needed to know the progress.

"I'm afraid it's not going very well. We have managed to convert steam pressure into kinetic energy, but how to use this energy in a machine is still baffling us." Then he looked in the direction of the Aden Square and smiled. "However, I think I've found a solution now. If that man joins us, we may be able to see the first steam vehicle soon. Steam will change the world."

"I look forward to that day. Good luck!" Dicus also turned to look. Mag…

Mag was riding at a normal speed since he didn't want to sweat and have to take a shower.

He said hello to Black Coal and Green Pea when he passed Urien's shop. Ugly Duckling also meowed in a tired voice.

When Mag arrived at his restaurant, dozens of people were already waiting there. They were surprised when they saw the bike.

"That's a fancy ride you've got there, Mag," Harrison said as Mag got off.

"It's just a bike. I use it to take my kid to school. Nothing fancy about it," Mag said, smiling. He nodded at the people who said hello to him and pulled out his keys to open the door.

The customers didn't understand how Mag could maintain balance on only two wheels and how this bike thing could go that fast.

"Good morning, Boss," Yabemiya said. She also stared curiously at the bike.

"Good morning, Miya," Mag said, opening the door. "Can you carry the bike inside for me? Don't worry about Ugly Duckling. It's just a little tired."

She nodded. "Sure, Boss." She walked to the bike and lifted it up carefully. It was much lighter than it looked despite all the metal and stuff.

"Sorry, we will be open in 10 minutes," Mag said to the crowd with a smile, closing the door.

"Just put it behind the counter," Mag said to his waitress. It was not very gentlemanly to ask a girl to do the heavy labor for him, but she might be 10 times stronger than him. The bike was as heavy to her as an apple was to a normal human.

"Ugly Duckling doesn't look so well…" she said, worried.

Mag took a look at the cat curled up in the basket. "Don't worry. It will be fine." He went upstairs and changed into his cooking clothes. "Oh, Miya, I think you can have a tofu pudding for breakfast, a tofu pudding and roujiamo at lunch, and the same for super."

"Thank you, Boss, but you said only two meals every day are free."

"No, I said you can eat whatever you want with 1,200 copper coins." Then he made a bowl of sweet tofu pudding for her. "Eat. We'll open soon."

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Chapter 186: The Transaction Is Done!

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"Thank you, Boss." Yabemiya smiled and sat down to eat her food. The sweetness spread in her mouth and warmed her heart.

Mag took a look at her scarred hands, and went back into the kitchen. No girls like scars. That's the least I can do.

Besides, she really deserves it considering her productivity.

She finished it quickly, licked the syrup off her lips, and gave a blissful smile. The sweet food had put her in a real good mood. She stood up and went to the kitchen.

"Roujiamos are about a third less this morning, but we have maybe 200 more bowls of tofu pudding. We'll be busier than yesterday morning, and you'll have to collect money since Amy is not here. Can you do it?" Mag said, putting a clean bowl on the cooking bench. Now it was full of bowls.

She nodded. "Yes, Boss. Amy has taught me the multiplication table."

Mag smiled. Amy is so thoughtful! Yabemiya is such a quick learner too. "Okay. Then let's do this."

The morning turned out to be busier than expected. Finally, the opening time was over.

Mag turned over the sign on and took a seat by the door. "Get some rest first," he said as he looked at Yabemiya, who also seemed a little tired.

"I'm not tired, Boss." She went into the kitchen and brought a glass of warm water for Mag. "Do you want me to massage your shoulders?"

Mag took the glass. "Thank you. Uh, no. I want to talk to you about something first," he said, beckoning her to sit opposite him.

"Okay." Yabemiya seated herself, looking at Mag.

"We'll just talk. There's no need to be nervous." Mag smiled. The young waitress was wearing her blond hair in a side ponytail. She didn't look as pale as when he had first found her anymore.

She hadn't had enough to eat before, but her meals were much more nutritious now. She was growing fast. It had been only a few days, but she seemed to be taller. Her maid dress got tighter, showing off her curves.

"I'm thinking about hiring another waitress," said Mag.

Yabemiya stood up. "Did I do something wrong, Boss? You don't want me here anymore?" she asked anxiously.

"No, I said another," Mag answered, smiling. "Amy can only help after school, so your workload has increased. I want to hire another waitress to help you."

Yabemiya was taken by surprise. She had never thought Mag would worry about her workload. She shook her head immediately. "Thank you, Boss, but I don't find my job hard, and I'm happy doing it. However…"

"However what?"

"If you find me too clumsy to do the job well, you should hire another. You can halve my salary," she said hesitantly with her head bowed, her fingers wriggling nervously.

"No! I'd never do that. You're very diligent, and can always put customers in a good mood. Actually, I have planned to raise your salary after probation." Her work attitude had moved him. After a moment, he added, "I'll leave all the work to you then, if you insist. But, you can always tell me if you find it too hard for you."

Yabemiya's face lit up. "Thank you, Boss. I'll try my best." She smiled and walked up to him. "Let me massage your shoulders. You must be very tired."

Mag nodded. "Thank you." He felt so good that he closed his eyes.

He was really very tired after slaving away in the kitchen for an hour and a half, but on the flip side, he had finally saved 10,000 gold coins.

"System, I want to buy strength," Mag said urgently. He had had enough of his weak body long ago. Between exercise and tofu pudding, I'll get in a good shape in no time.

More importantly, of course, I'll be able to swing a sword at last.

He had all the skills in his head, but his body was too weak to lift a sword.

As his restaurant became more popular, more people would cast their covetous eyes on his money.

Although he had Krassu and Urien protect him and his daughter, it wouldn't hurt him to become stronger, since this world was full of danger.

He wanted to be able to protect Amy when needed.

"It will cost you 10,000 gold coins. Are you sure you want to buy it?" The system's voice sounded very excited.

"Why are you even more excited than me?" said Mag with contempt.

"Who said I'm excited? I recommend you win the strength through accomplishing missions, but—"

"I won't buy it, then," Mag said calmly.

"Please don't interrupt me," the system said hurriedly. "But I'm little moved by your struggle to make money, so I'm going to allow you to buy strength this time."

"I don't want to impose on you, really. I can wait for the lucky draw."

"I'll save you the trouble of waiting. The transaction is done!" said the system.

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Chapter 187: Did I Look Like I Needed An Electric Shock

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"You have made the transaction without my permission?" Mag snapped. He was excited, though, as he stared at the sweet, shining strength bag in his head.

"Yes. And I don't want to hear your complaints."

"Oh yeah? What if I told you I don't want to make money anymore?"

"I'd say you are crazy. Money talks. Money makes the world go round. There are many obstacles between you and becoming the God of Cookery, but with enough money in your pocket, you can make them all go away. You cannot survive without money."

"I can survive well enough even if I only work three days a week, don't you think?"

"The next 0.5 strength: 50,000 gold coins! As long as you have enough money, you can slay trolls, demons, dragons! You can kill anything that stands in your way!" The system paused a moment. "Sorry, I got a little carried away."

Mag nearly jumped up from the chair. "50,000?! That's highway robbery!" I have worked so hard to earn that 10,000.

The second 0.5 strength increase is as much as 50,000 already. I believe the price of the third will go through the roof.

But, I have to admit slaying dragons sounds much more tempting than becoming the God of Cookery. He recalled the scenes where he had killed dragons, and felt a little fired up.

Still, he wouldn't go back on his promise to make Amy the Manchu Han Imperial Feast. He had to become the God of Cookery.

What pissed him off was that the system kept reminding him of that these days.

After a while, the system said, "You can touch the bag now, but—"

Before it could finish, Mag had already done it. An electric shock went through his body immediately, stirring his every cell. His body went numb; he couldn't even feel his tongue. He opened his eyes.

Yabemiya withdrew her hands right away, taking two steps back, shocked. Her fingers tingled as if she had got stung by Mag's shoulders.

"Are you all right, Boss?" Yabemiya asked with concern as she looked at his hair standing up.

"Yeah. I think so." He had a puzzled look on his face.

"But…" Part of her wanted to laugh. The other part was a little worried.

"Don't worry. Go clear the tables. I'll go get some fresh air outside." When he touched the metal handle, he got shocked again. He slammed the door as he walked out.

What happened? Yabemiya didn't understand. She started cleaning.

"Did you do that on purpose?!" Mag roared. "Are you an AED 1 or something? Did I look like I needed an electric shock?!"

It was all Mag could do not to laugh when he saw the shadow of his big head.

"I tried to warn you, but you didn't want to listen," the system replied with malicious pleasure in its voice.

Its answer failed to appease Mag. "But I didn't get shocked last time."

"Your body had sustained the harm from poisons, magic spells, and curses. Although I cleansed it of all of them, your cells remained vigorless. An electric shock is the most effective and efficient way to revive them. You didn't feel the shock the first time, because I didn't have to revive so many cells."

Mag nodded. "I see." Then his eyes went wide. "Does that mean the shock will only get stronger next time?!"

"I'll try to be careful."

"Thank you." You bastard.

Mag had thought he could buy his way to becoming a stronger man without having to face any danger, but he had apparently been wrong. I don't think the system will let me die, but I really could do without the electric shock.

I hope it won't have to strike me with lightning next time.

Mag looked down, feeling the change of his body, clenching his fists. He wasn't weak anymore; he felt as strong as he had been in his previous life.

Maybe because of the electric shock, he looked slightly thinner than before.

"Maybe the average adult man in this world is stronger. I feel as strong as when I was working out," Mag thought aloud. Then he saw Mobai's forge. He hesitated for a while, and walked towards it.

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Chapter 188: He Had Been Able To Kill A Dragon With A Single Swing Of His Sword

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The numbness was wearing off. Mag could feel his strength as he stepped on the ground, which lightened his mood.

I'm not a cripple anymore! I may not be very strong, but I'm strong enough to be a good father now.

"I'll be more productive. I think I should hire another waitress after all," Mag said to himself as he walked.

He passed by Mobai's forge all the time, but not once had he stepped in.

His forge was as large as Mag's house. In fact, all the houses in the Aden Square were pretty much the same in size; they had been built at the same time. Some large shops were using two or more houses.

Mobai's house was built of black square stones, newly repaired from the look of it. The walls were rough—as expected of the tough owner.

His signboard was made of five iron discs hanging on an iron bar sticking out of the front wall. On the discs were five red letters in caps, which read: forge. The signboard had seemingly been repainted many times. It was old, and had seen so many customers come and go.

The forge had a wooden door, and now it was wide open.

Mag could hear somebody hammering now. Thankfully, the system did a great job making my house soundproof. It would kill me if I had to endure this every day.

He stopped at the door and looked inside. He saw various kinds of weapons hanging on two wooden racks and the right wall: axes, knives, iron staves, short swords, longswords, and heavy swords; they were weapons commonly used in this world. There were four chairs by the left wall, in which was a small window. Beyond the left wall was the place where Mobai was working. The layout was simple, and the black stone floor seemed pretty clean.

The swords were shimmering, screaming sharpness.

As expected of the swords which are 1,000 gold coins each. Mag was more than familiar with swords.

Naturally, weapons were crucial to soldiers; they could mean life or death sometimes. Mobai's reputation kept his business successful.

There were only three blacksmiths who were as good as Mobai. Although no one could tell who was the best, the fact that he was busy all these years spoke volumes.

As Mag walked in quietly, he could hear men talking. He recognized the voices of Mobai and Habeng. Apparently, Habeng went straight here after breakfast.

"What brings you here, Mag?" Mobai asked, looking at Mag through the small window in surprise.

"Don't mind me. I'm just browsing." It's quite strange for an owner of a restaurant to buy a weapon.

Habeng walked out and smiled at Mag. "You should buy one, Mag."

Mag shook his head with a smile. "I already have one: my cooking knife. I just came here to satisfy my curiosity." Actually, I want to find out what's the best weight of a sword for me.

Mag Alex used a black heavy sword in his prime—it weighed around 50 kg. He had been able to kill a dragon with a single swing of his sword.

Mag could lift something just as heavy now, but there was no way he was capable of wielding a sword that heavy.

"Do you sell weapons, system?" Mag asked. He found his neighbor's weapons too expensive.

"I do not have any lethal weapons," the system said seriously.

"I guess I'll buy one here, then."

"I'll sell you one if you promise you won't use it on anyone," the system said reluctantly.

"What good is a sword if I can't use it to kill? Do you intend me to play with it like a freaking toy?!"

"What's wrong with toys? You bought Amy's toys from me, remember? Some toys need more skills, devotion, and time than your cold weapons. Some are even more expensive. So, why are you so against toys?"

That's a good comeback. Amy's music box cost me 200 gold coins. It's not impossible for a toy to be more expensive than a weapon.

Habeng nodded. "It would be a great loss for us if you became a knight. We could do without a knight, but we couldn't do without a chef."

"Thank you." Mag smiled. But Mag Alex wasn't just any knight. He walked towards a longsword on the wall.

"I'd take the shorter one if I were you," Mobai said with a smile as he walked out in a thick black apron.

I have seen him resting a lot while cooking. He is too weak to lift that longsword, Mobai thought to himself. I don't want him to hurt his wrist. The shorter one is a sword for women, but it's much lighter.

"Thank you, but I think I like this one." Mag took it in his hand. The carved handle was cool to the touch, but he suddenly felt fired up.

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Chapter 189: This Is No Toy

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The sword felt strange and familiar at the same time. Mag Alex's memories had intertwined with his, and were gradually becoming his own memories. Sometimes he couldn't even separate them.

Maybe it was a good thing; it might help him fit in with the people here more naturally. He loved Amy as well as his new life here. He wanted to make the best of his second chance.

He looks like a fine swordsman, Mobai thought with surprise. He had made over 3,000 swords and seen enough swordsmen to know one when he saw one.

Mag has the same look as many brilliant swordsmen have when they hold their sword.

But, he is just a cook. I don't think I've ever seen him wield a sword before.

Maybe he got his experience from using his cooking knife every day. Mobai had found an explanation for his question.

"Is it heavy, Mag?" Habeng asked with concern. If anything happened to his hand, I wouldn't be able to eat roujiamo for lunch.

"Yes, it's too heavy for me," Mag replied, putting it back. Actually, the weight was just right for him, but he had managed to hold back his urge to show off his swordplay.

Of course, he was not strong enough to recreate all of Mag Alex's sword techniques, but he should be able to beat a 1st-tier knight by now.

Knights were a major fighting force of humans. There were armies made up of knights guarding the borders, protecting the empire.

One had to pass the tests of the Knight Association to become a knight. They couldn't call themselves a knight until they had been recognized by the Association.

2nd-tier knights and below were by tradition often called rookies in the army; it was a way to spur them to improve their swordplay.

To become a 1st-tier knight, one had to pass the Association's written test first. Those who failed were not allowed to take the remaining tests.

The second was the strength test: lifting a 150 kg heavy stone up in the air and holding it for at least 10 seconds.

The last was the basic sword skills test: testing their skills in a fight.

These tests were pretty much like driving tests in a way.

Mag had failed his driving test three times, and ended up buying his license. He had got himself ticketed many times every year.

I don't think I can pass the strength test now, even though I've become stronger; still, I should be a good swordsman with all the skills and experience in my head.

Strength is important, but so are skills and speed.

Mag stopped browsing and turned to face Habeng. "Has Haga come back?"

"No, but I received word last night that the war is over," Habeng said, smiling. "Our tribe won and got back all the gold mines. Haga's hand was wounded, but it's nothing serious. He will come here in a few days."

Mag nodded; he looked relieved. "I'm glad he is okay." He liked that silent orc, and Amy had talked about him two days ago.

"I have to go meet a friend. Catch you guys later," Habeng said, and then left.

"Do you like swords?" asked Mobai. He said that sword was too heavy for him, but it didn't look very heavy in his hand to me.

"I had wanted to become a knight before I picked up my cooking knife." Mag smiled.

He kept looking until he saw pieces of paper on a small table in a corner.

On one piece of paper was a drawing of a round object with several things in it, and he saw Mobai had scribbled something on the side: sulfur, charcoal, saltpeter.

What the hell?! Mag's eyes went wide

"This is the thing I told you about. It can release a large amount of energy, but I haven't figured out how to use this energy," Mobai said.

"This is no toy. You must handle it carefully." I don't want to be blown into pieces in my sleep!

"I know. But, I don't think it's powerful enough to kill a dragon. Their scales are not easy to penetrate. Besides, I don't know how to get this thing near the dragon." Mobai frowned thoughtfully.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out soon. I have to get back to prepare for lunch. I'll see you later." Mag walked out. How does he know how to make gunpowder?!

I'm sorry for his loss, but I don't want to help him make such a destructive weapon.

"How much is a sword like that one?" asked Mag.

"1,000 gold coins. It's a good deal!" answered the system.

"Go lower."

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Chapter 190: Should We Take Her Back By Force?

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"I don't want to go lower than the market price. It's despicable and bad for the market," the system said solemnly.

"Oh, how noble you are!" Mag turned around. "I'll buy from Mobai then."

"Wait! I will give you a discount!" the system said urgently.

Mag stopped. "I'm listening."

"2%," the system said reluctantly.

Mag started walking towards Mobai's forge again.

The system raised its voice. "5%!"

Still Mag didn't stop.

"10%. Take it or leave it," the system said as if trying hard to make up its mind.

"Okay. I'll buy one when I have money." Mag didn't even have 100 gold coins now. He started walking back again.

Yabemiya was wiping tables when Mag walked in. It was all she could do not to laugh when she saw his head. She greeted him with a smile.

Then she noticed more differences. He doesn't look weary anymore. His dark eyes have grown deeper and more attractive. I think I might fall for him if I keep staring.

Mag smiled back, and wanted to go upstairs to wash his hair. When he walked past the counter, Ugly Duckling woke up. It looked around and meowed at Mag after it found no way to get down from the basket.

"You call yourself a cat when you can't jump off a bike?" Mag said with disapproving eyes. "Jump onto the counter, and then I'll get you down."

It shook its head helplessly after taking a look at the counter. "Meow."

"Jump or stay in that basket." I may need it to watch over Amy someday, but it can't do that if it's a coward.

I don't care if it's a cat or not, but I don't want it to become a good-for-nothing fatty.

Ugly Duckling mustered up all its courage and regarded the counter seriously. It bended its knees and jumped.

"Bang!"

It smacked right into the counter, and then fell down onto the floor, where it stayed silent and sullen.

"At least you made it down. Congratulations!" Mag said.

Ugly Duckling raised its two paws to cover its ears.

Mag shrugged and went upstairs.

After he took a shower and changed into clean clothes, he felt even fresher and fitter. He found everything beautiful.

With no customers, the restaurant was clean and quiet. There was sunlight coming through the window. Ugly Duckling was basking in the sun, rolling back and forth. Now and then it looked to the door as if waiting for Amy to come back.

Yabemiya was sitting at a table by the window, resting her chin in two hands.

"Miya, do you want to dance?" Mag asked with a smile, putting the music box on the table.

"Thank you, Boss!" she answered delightedly.

Mag turned it on. "I'll be in the kitchen. I'm afraid lunch time will be very busy."

I should be able to finish the mission of getting 1,000 customers after lunch, and I'll get that braised chicken and rice recipe.

I can't wait to eat something different for a change. I'm sure Amy will like it too.

The kneading was much easier now that he was stronger. It had taken him only half an hour to knead a chunk of dough that used to require over an hour, and he didn't feel tired at all, so he kneaded more.

He smiled when he saw Yabemiya dance awkwardly but enthusiastically. He put the dough aside. "I'm much more productive now. I have to hire another waitress to help her."

In an alley not far from Geya Hotel, an old elf was watching through a telescope as Sally hung quilts up to air. His hair was graying, but his eyes were deep and full of wisdom.

"Lord Yngwie, that's Lady Sally, right?" Earvin asked quietly, excited. This information alone might get him a huge reward, and he might get transferred back to the Wind Forest.

The old elf nodded, putting the telescope away as Sally went back into the hotel. "Yes, I've seen her personally on a banquet two years ago."

"But why is she working in a hotel?"

He had followed her here after he saw her by accident in Mamy Restaurant. He had thought she was holing up there.

Who would have thought that such a lady like her would work in a hotel owned by a human? Earvin thought to himself.

"Do not tell a soul about this. You got it?" Yngwie warned, looking into Earvin's eyes.

"Yes, Lord Yngwie!" he answered quickly. Yngwie was serving as an ambassador here. He was responsible for all elves in Chaos City, and was a powerful 7th-tier magic caster. After a moment, he asked, "Should we take her back by force, Lord Yngwie?"

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Chapter 191: I Swear It On My Honor

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"Another boring day," Sally said, swinging her slim legs over the edge of the roof, her hands by her sides, and her white dress outlining her beautiful curves. She was looking up at the sky, watching as two little birds flew away into the distance.

Suddenly, her stomach rumbled. She touched her empty belly, her eyes sad. "Sweet tofu pudding, Yangzhou fried rice! When do I get to eat them again?" she muttered.

"Take her back by force?" Yngwie said, smiling sarcastically. "Are you sure you want to fight a 7th-tier magic caster and possibly the future queen?"

"No, Lord Yngwie." Earvin's face changed instantly now that the old elf pointed it out. He had been too excited to think straight.

A 4th-tier and a 7th-tier magic caster might not be able to get the better of the talented Sally, let alone take her back unharmed.

To think that I suggested to take her back by force!

Earvin lowered his voice. "Should we report it?" he said reluctantly.

Yngwie nodded expressionlessly. "I'll get you that 5,000 gold coins. You can return to the Wind Forest next month. I heard you wanted a job in financial services? Consider it done."

Earvin's face lit up right away. "Thank you, Lord Yngwie!" He didn't know why the other party was giving him the reward so soon, but he knew better than to ask such a stupid question.

Yngwie was not a very powerful magic caster, but he was a Baibilly. His family was in charge of managing the queen's finances. Lady Sally was a Brewster, and her family had been given charge of food. The two families were both very powerful.

There had been a rumor since last year: the third son of the Baibilly family, Bloore, would wed Lady Sally. It was very common for two houses to bond by marriage.

Yet Sally had run away before they could execute the plan. The Brewsters had kept her disappearance a secret until Lady Helena proposed that Sally be the new heiress.

This great news for the Brewsters couldn't have come at a better time, as it had helped them go through the most difficult of times. This marriage had really taken an interesting turn.

It was not hard to guess that Sally didn't like this arranged marriage. No one could compel her to marry, not even her father.

With a long life, elves had much more time to search for a suitable spouse. They didn't need to rush it.

It was unfortunate for the Baibillys, though. If they had managed to marry Bloore to Sally last year, they might have become the most powerful family among elves.

Now, the Brewsters had the upper hand. They wouldn't pressure Sally to get married anymore, since she was a Brewster as long as she stayed unmarried.

Earvin could tell this was a delicate situation for many houses, but he didn't dare to sell this information about Sally to others. Besides, the reward was already good enough for him.

"Let's go get your reward," Yngwie said, taking another look at Sally, and left with Earvin.

In a study in the elven embassy, Yngwie watched with a frown as Earvin left excitedly with a heavy chest. He lifted his arm and a gust of wind blew the door shut slowly.

"The Brewsters betrayed our trust. What will you do, Bloore?" Yngwie sat down at the desk and began to write a letter.

Mag put the last loaf of bread aside and smiled as he looked at the hundreds of loaves he had just made. His arms were a little sore, but nothing he couldn't handle. His speed had almost doubled.

I should make tofu pudding now. The container of the blender was 30 centimeters in diameter and 60 centimeters tall, which allowed him to produce a large quantity of soy milk at one time. Mag put the well soaked soybeans into the container.

The demand for tofu pudding seems to be rising, Mag thought, watching the soybeans being broken into pieces by the blender. "System, what about the thing we talked about yesterday?"

"I won't do it. The lucky wheel is much more interesting with 'better luck next time' on it."

"Interesting my a*s."

"Do not question my ingenious design. I can ensure its fairness. You might even draw strength if you're lucky enough."

"Who designed this lucky wheel?" asked Mag

"I designed it, of course."

"Who will control it?"

"Me."

"Who will provide the prize?"

"Me."

"So you designed it and you control everything, yet you expect me to believe you when I draw 'better luck next time'?"

The system fell silent. At last, it said, "On my honor, I swear—"

"I don't think you have any honor," Mag interrupted. "No 'better luck next time' if we play it in my head, or you make a real lucky wheel for me."

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Chapter 192: Lift Me Up, Father

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After a moment, the system said, "Making the wheel needs money."

"I will pay for it."

"Deal! One lucky wheel, three gold coins!" the system said cheerfully.

"Wait—"

"Thank you! The money has been deducted. Making the lucky wheel now!" the system interrupted.

Mag raised an eyebrow. This little money-grubber is absolutely unbelievable, but three gold coins is nothing compared to the prizes.

It's making the wheel now, but I don't think it will tell me what prizes are in store for me.

Mag started making tofu pudding when the soy milk was ready.

"Are you telling the truth, Lucia? That tofu pudding can rid me of these black freckles on my face?" a girl said nervously yet expectantly in a carriage, her voice clear as a bell. She was wearing a black dress, a black silk hat, and a black cloak.

She had long light blonde hair which was slightly curled up. A black veil hid her face, but not her beautiful light purple eyes. She was looking at Lucia, all expectant.

"Yes, Gloria. You're so beautiful. My heart aches every time I see you dressed like this. You'll drive men crazy once you take off that veil." Lucia looked at her with affectionate eyes, holding her fair hands gently.

"I will drive them away," Gloria said sadly, lowering her eyes, covering her face even more.

"No! Trust me! Soon you won't have to wear you veil." Lucia tightened her grip around her hand. "You remember my scars?" She rolled up her sleeves and smiled. "Look! They have lessened a lot!"

"Oh my God! I can't believe my eyes!" Gloria exclaimed in astonishment, her beautiful eyes lighting up.

"Father, I'm home!" Amy called out outside around 11:15 am. Ugly Duckling was sleeping. Amy's voice woke it up, and made it claw at the door excitedly.

"Stop it, Ugly Duckling!" Amy said behind the door. It stopped immediately and turned to meow towards the kitchen.

"Put it on the table, Miya," Mag said as he moved the fried rice onto a plate. He undid his apron and walked to the door with a smile.

"Ding!"

Mag opened the door. "Father!" Amy said, throwing herself into his arms.

Mag crouched down and held her. Smiling, he swung her around, lifted her up, and put her down carefully.

"Lift me up again, Father! Lift me up again!" Amy smiled happily. It was the first time her father had lifted her up so high.

"All right," Mag said. Amy's smile was enough to put him in a very good mood.

One of the good things about him getting stronger was that he could lift Amy up today. Before, even holding her in his arms had been quite strenuous.

Ugly Duckling ran around them, meowing, trying to get their attention.

"Must be wonderful to have such a cute daughter," Harrison said, turning back to look at his friend.

"I'm so jealous!" said Gjergj.

"Don't worry. If it's not a girl, you can always have another child," said his another friend.

"Or you can totally raise your son as a girl," yet another friend said.

The six fatties had all come here today, standing in the sweet line. They were extremely conspicuous.

Many customers smiled as they watched Mag play with Amy. He was handsome, rich, child-loving, and a great cook. It was natural for many girls to be attracted to him.

"If I marry him, I will get unlimited tofu pudding, Yangzhou fried rice, and roujiamo, all for free!" said a girl around 14 with her hands over her heart. She was staring at Mag's face, lost in her fantasy.

The fat woman before her turned around and slapped her on the head. "How old are you?! Stop thinking about stuff like that or I'll break your leg!" she roared.

"Ouch!" the girl cried, tears welling up in her eyes. But, when she looked up at her mother's angry face, she had no choice but to hold back her tears, pouting in grievance.

Some customers smiled. The girl had just spoken what many women were all thinking, but only a girl her age dared to say it.

Urien was standing at the head of the savory line. The head of the sweet line was vacant; no one dared to stand there.

"Whoo, Amy runs too fast." Krassu arrived with his staff, panting. Apparently, he had had a hard time catching up with Amy.

"Thank you for bringing Amy back," Mag said to Krassu, putting Amy down on the ground.

"You're such a disgrace, old man," mocked Urien.

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Chapter 193: Even The Cat Eats Better Than Them!

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"You're no better or younger than me," Krassu snapped, taking his stand at the head of the sweet line.

The atmosphere had got tense again.

The sweet line felt a lot better now that Krassu was here. They didn't mind the old man standing at the head of the line. Actually, they had been saving that spot for him—their leader.

"That's the owner of the restaurant, Gloria," said Lucia with a smile. "The food he makes is just unbelievable. You should definitely try the tofu pudding and Yangzhou fried rice. I'm sure you'll like them."

"But I can't eat much," she said, staring at Mag. His smile was so… warm.

She remembered that her father also used to hold her when she was little.

Since those ugly freckles appeared, she had been avoiding people. She wore her veil all the time, even before her father.

Her father was still kind to her, but she felt he had grown distant, for she hadn't seen him smile for a long time.

She has a good father, Gloria thought as Amy stroked the cat's head.

Lucia smiled. "I also thought I couldn't eat much, until I tried the food here." I don't need to convince her how good the food is here. The food will speak for itself.

"We're not open yet. Please wait a little longer," Mag said with a smile. He didn't want to interfere in their fight. He beckoned Amy to come in.

"See you later, Master Half-beard and Master Turtle," Amy said to Krassu and Urien. She picked the kitten up and smiled. "Did you miss me, Ugly Duckling?"

The kitten nodded. "Meow!" It looked very happy to see Amy.

Is it somewhat of a masochist? Mag closed the door, giving the kitten a surprised look.

"Father, did it behave while I was away?" Amy asked Mag.

Mag took a look at the kitten which was staring at him with imploring eyes, and nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I guess."

Amy turned to face the kitten. "Since you didn't cause Father too much trouble, I'll let you have two bowls of tofu pudding at lunch, and you don't need to run."

"Meow, meow, meow!" the kitten cried in delight. It rubbed itself against her hand, licking her fingers.

"Don't get fat, or I won't hold you anymore," Amy warned.

Ugly Duckling nodded solemnly. "Meow, meow."

Its bowls are smaller, so I guess it's all right for it to eat that much, Mag thought as the kitten stared at the food on the table.

If I let it use the normal bowl, it might get fat in no time.

He made two bowls of tofu pudding for it, one sweet and one savory, and gave it some fried rice with chopped stewed lean meat on it.

Some customers sighed silently when they found even the cat ate better than them.

Yabemiya was standing with a roujiamo in her hand and didn't know what to do. "Go behind the counter to eat your roujiamo, Miya," Mag said with a smile. "Next time, lower the shades beforehand.

She nodded. "Yes, Boss." She went behind the counter and started eating. Her face reddened, and her tail came out again, waving back and forth on the floor.

Ugly Duckling was eating beside the counter. It lifted its head suddenly and stared at her tail warily. After a while, it got back to its food again.

"Father, I like Sister Miya's tail. Why is she always trying to hide it?" asked Amy.

"It's her choice. We should respect it," Mag said as Amy held a glass of water. "Do you want to eat now or later?"

Amy thought for a moment, and answered, "Later. I like the looks on their faces when they watch me eat."

Mag nodded with a smile. "Okay." Many first-timers couldn't resist the food after watching Amy eat.

Mag took a bite of fried rice. "Did you have fun at school today? Did you learn any magic spells?"

Amy shook her head, looking disappointed. "No, Master Half-beard said he would teach me magic spells tomorrow. He taught me the theory today." Then her eyes lit up. "But I got to play with Daphne after class."

Mag stroked her head. "Well, try to remember everything he teaches you and behave at class. You can play all you want after class."

Amy nodded. "Yes, Father."

After he finished his lunch, Mag made two bowls of tofu pudding and a roujiamo for Amy. He walked to open the door. "Welcome! Please come in!" he said with a smile.

The customers' arguing over which tofu was better died down instantly. Krassu and Urien walked in together. "A sweet tofu pudding," Krassu said. "A savory tofu pudding," said Urien at almost the same time. They exchanged a glare and took their seats.

Many customers walked in two by two. However, Harrison and his friends walked in one by one since they were too fat. It was a small victory for sweet tofu pudding people.

Mag was trying hard not to smile. Then, he noticed a girl in a black cloak and a black veil. He felt she was looking at him too.

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Chapter 194: She Is Either Very Pretty Or Very Ugly

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She's in a cloak, but I can tell she's a nine in the ass, Mag thought.

She is either very pretty or very ugly, judging by the fact that she is using a veil to avoid unwanted attention. But, she apparently doesn't know that men are curious creatures, and that veil of hers is making her mysterious as hell.

Then Mag saw Lucia behind her. She had left quite an impression on him because she had offered to buy a second helping of tofu pudding for 10 times the price. Looks like they came here together.

Then she is probably after the same thing as Lucia. Mag smiled at her, the way he smiled at every other customer.

Gloria bowed her head shyly, blushing. Is he encouraging me? She had never stared at a man for such a long time before.

Hope she won't need this veil and cloak soon. Mag looked away and walked to the kitchen, leaving Yabemiya greeting customers. He put on the apron, washed his hands, and started cooking.

Gloria lifted her head again and walked in with others. She looked to the kitchen, clenching her fists. The veil hid her expression. She took a sniff and recognized the smells of meat and eggs. She was familiar with them, yet somehow they smelled strangely different and inviting here.

"We'll sit here," Lucia said, pointing at a table in the corner.

Gloria nodded. "Okay." They seated themselves.

"This restaurant is very busy, as you can see," Lucia said softly. "We may have to share a table with others. Are you okay with that?"

"Yes," Gloria said, and started looking around out of curiosity.

She rarely ate out, and when she did, she always ate in a private dining room. She had never eaten with so many people around her before.

Lucia was her cousin, and had watched Gloria grow up. She always told her fun stuff she heard or witnessed since she knew the poor girl had no friends to speak of. She often cheered her up with her own scars.

When Lucia told Gloria she had found a way to treat her black freckles, the latter got so excited. She looked dubious, though, since so many doctors and magic casters had failed. Still, she was willing to try, even if the chance was slim.

She didn't want to have to wear a veil for the rest of her life.

"Hi, can I take your orders?" Yabemiya asked with a smile. She was a little curious about Gloria, but never showed it, her smile genuine and sincere.

"Yes," said Lucia. She opened the menu and put it before Gloria. "What do you want to eat? I like the savory tofu pudding here."

Gloria looked at the menu, surprised. She might not eat out a lot, but she had read enough books to know the prices of food. They are too expensive.

But if the tofu pudding is as magical as Lucia said, it's actually not that expensive compared to the money—over 10,000 gold coins—spent on my freckles so far.

"I'd like a sweet tofu pudding," Gloria said quietly after a while.

"I'll have a savory tofu pudding and two plates of Yangzhou fried rice," said Lucia.

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

"You can eat that much?" Gloria asked, incredulous.

Lucia smiled. "One plate of Yangzhou fried rice is for you," she said. "See that little girl there? That's the owner's daughter."

Gloria turned to look. Amy was sitting at the table in front of the counter. There were two bowls before her and a loaf of bread in her hand. She might be small, but she looked like she was going to eat all of that. She is so cute!

Looking at her eating tofu pudding and roujiamo, Gloria swallowed despite herself.

Of course, she was not the only one that was doing that. All the customers were waiting for their orders. They were looking at Amy, swallowing, their stomachs rumbling.

After a short while, thankfully, Yabemiya started serving their orders, and she was quite efficient at it.

Aromatic smells started floating in the air.

Gloria's eyes went wide. Smells so good! She ate only a little for each meal—no meat, some fresh fruit—and she wasn't particularly fond of any kind of food.

However, now she found herself unable to resist the tempting smell of the meat. She saw that the bread was stuffed with meat as a customer at a nearby table was eating it.

Two women took their seats at their table. There weren't many seats available now. Gloria didn't like sharing her table with strangers, but she considered herself lucky that she wasn't sitting with demons or other creatures.

"Your tofu pudding, please enjoy," said Yabemiya, putting the two bowls before Gloria and Lucia.

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Chapter 195: Can I Have One More Bowl?

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Gloria nodded. "Thank you." Yabemiya's smile seemed to have lightened her mood.

She was a little curious, though. How can a half-dragon's smile be so natural and carefree? It seems she doesn't have to worry about a thing.

"You're welcome," answered Yabemiya with a smile. She went off to serve someone else.

"Go ahead. It's best eaten hot," Lucia said, smiling. Something has changed inside her.

It's so cruel for an 18-year-old girl to have to feel like dying inside. I think the only thing standing between her and a happy life is her freckles.

Lucia spooned some tofu pudding into her mouth. She closed her eyes with a smile as the soft food melted.

She wanted to savor every bite since she only got to have one bowl each meal.

Gloria looked at Lucia, and then at the white bowl before her. It was made of fine porcelain, much better than the ones on the market. There was only one set of bowls in her house that could compete with this one.

They had been made in Rodu. Her father cherished them very much, and only used them when important guests came to visit. When her little brother broke one last year, her father had punished him by making him kneel for an hour and not speaking to him for days. He is using such fine bowls to serve food, Gloria thought.

I guess it makes sense since his crystal window, crystal chandeliers, wood tables and chairs, and paintings on the wall are all absolutely excellent.

But is the food here worthy of such grand decoration? Is it as magical as Lucia said?

Gloria picked up her spoon. The syrup on the top was giving off a sweet smell, tickling her nose. The white tofu pudding with golden-red syrup was basically a work of art.

Her spoon cut through the food easily. The syrup slowly streamed down into the hole she had just made, while the tofu pudding shook mildly in the spoon.

Gloria hesitated for a while before lifting her veil up and bringing the food into her mouth. She had done it so carefully that no freckles had been revealed.

The tofu pudding melted in her mouth almost instantly, and the syrup completed it. The sweetness spread on her tongue, stimulating her taste buds.

Gloria's eyes lit up. It's so sweet! I think I tasted honey. It's made from soybeans? But how? I've never eaten anything like this before.

It's just so good!

Gloria took another bite, and then another, and another…

She smiled. The normally cold girl was smiling out of happiness because of the food.

Now, she felt that this trip was well worth her time whether the food could cure her freckles or not.

She had never felt so good eating food, and she hadn't smiled so genuinely for many years. She felt like she couldn't refrain from smiling. It was a heartfelt pleasure. I should live for this food, if nothing else.

Lucia smiled as Gloria scarfed down her food. She took her time with hers.

Gloria's spoon clattered in the bowl. She lifted her head. "Whew, it's so tasty! Can I have one more bowl?" she asked Lucia.

Lucia shook her head. "I'm afraid you can't. It's limited to one per person for each meal. He turned me down when I offered to pay 10 times the price yesterday, and he turned down two powerful magic casters' request for a second helping." She turned to look at Amy, and added, "No one is allowed to eat two bowls except her."

Gloria was taken aback. He is so different.

Suddenly, her left cheek felt cool as if being iced. Her eyes widened.

It's working? Her hands were shaking with excitement. She raised her left hand to touch the cheek. It feels cool, but are the freckles fading? I wish I had a mirror now.

"It's cool, isn't it?" Lucia asked softly.

Gloria nodded vigorously. "Yes!" she answered in an excited voice.

Lucia held her hand. "Don't worry. It's a sign that the skin is being repaired. It will last about 10 minutes." Her arms and chest were also feeling cool now.

"Okay," Gloria said, looking at Lucia. She was trying to calm herself down, but the thought of finally being able to get rid of her nightmare was making her heart pump with excitement.

"Your Yangzhou fried rice, please enjoy," Yabemiya said, putting down two plates before them and taking the empty bowls away.

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Chapter 196: It's A Dish With A Lot Of Meat

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"What's this?" Gloria asked curiously as she looked at the colorful, aromatic food. She didn't want to get back to check her freckles now.

Lucia smiled. "It's called Yangzhou fried rice, and the little owner here calls it rainbow fried rice." She brought some into her mouth, savoring the flavor.

Lucia got used to eating three meals here every day. At this rate, the scars on her arms would be gone in a few days.

Her skin had become softer and whiter. She had decided to come eat here every day even after her scars were completely gone. The food worked better than any skin creams.

Gloria picked up the spoon and paused for a moment. He must be dexterous of hand and inventive of mind if he could chop everything into the same size and then mix it perfectly together. It's such a beautiful and enticing dish.

Out of curiosity, Gloria spooned some into her mouth. Her eyes curved in a smile.

It was a different kind of dish compared to tofu pudding, but just as delicious. Every ingredient tasted so good on its own, and even better when combined. Her taste buds were cheering, basking in the heavenly food.

This is also very tasty! Gloria opened her eyes. She couldn't believe that the food here had completely changed her ideas about food. She had thought people were only eating to live, but now she realized that she could live to eat.

After she swallowed, it turned into a warm current, soothing her whole body. She took another bite.

She had totally forgotten that she had said she couldn't eat much before ordering.

She felt she needed another plate after this one.

Lucia felt happy as she watched Gloria become engrossed in the fried rice.

Lucia was a dozen years older than her. She still remembered that Gloria had been just as cute and lively as Amy when she was little. She would have been one of the most beautiful girls in Chaos City if it were not for those freckles.

On account of her own scars, she could really relate to Gloria. All these years, she had been supporting, encouraging, and helping her to try to get over it, but she had failed again and again.

So, now she was quite relieved to see her eating so happily.

Mag took a glance at Gloria and smiled. I don't know if the food will help her with her problem, but at least she is enjoying it.

"Congratulations! You mission of getting 1,000 customers is complete!" said the system. "Reward: the recipe for braised chicken and rice!"

Mag's face lit up. The experience bag was now shining in his head.

Finally, a dish with more meat! He held back his urge to touch the bag. He had to wait till the night.

"Why are you smiling, Father?" Amy asked, walking in with her bowls.

"I'm thinking about making a new dish for you tomorrow," answered Mag with a smile, moving the fried rice from the wok into two plates.

He was cooking two plates of fried rice at one time now since he had grown stronger. It had become much easier for him to stir and toss the food, so he could combine all the ingredients even better, and the taste of Yangzhou fried rice had improved.

Amy's eyes brightened. "Whoa, a new dish!" She clapped her hands. "Is it the Manchu Han Imperial Feast?" she asked, looking up at Mag with great expectations.

Yabemiya was also looking at Mag at the kitchen door, excited. His cooking skills and inventive mind had greatly impressed her.

She had grown up in a kitchen, but she had found herself almost ignorant about everything happening in this kitchen.

He may change the world with his ingenious food. His name and the restaurant may go down in history, Yabemiya thought to herself.

Mag shook his head. "No. Manchu Han Imperial Feast consists of many dishes. I don't know how to make it yet." The little thing still remembers my promise to her. "It's a dish with a lot of meat. You'll like it. I think I can make it for you tomorrow."

Amy's eyes widened and were shining with excitement. The thought of meat made her mouth water. "A lot of meat!"

It must be very expensive… Yabemiya thought. She put two plates of fried rice and two bowls of tofu pudding on the tray and walked out quickly.

Mag was cooking much faster now, so she had to pick up her speed. Although she was strong, all the taking orders, serving, and cleaning were making her feel a little exhausted.

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Chapter 197: You're Banned From This Restaurant

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"This sweet tofu pudding is just amazing. Waitress, I'd like one more of this!" a businessman-looking middle-aged man said to Yabemiya, putting down the empty bowl.

Knowing that he would never get a second helping of tofu pudding, the customers at nearby tables smiled, feeling a malicious sense of pleasure.

Yabemiya shook her head as she served food. "I'm sorry, sir, but tofu pudding is limited to one per person."

"I'll pay double. I'm rich," Goodenia said, slamming his purse down on the table, staring at the young waitress. How dare you reject me? You lowly half-dragon.

Yabemiya was a little scared, but she knew very well what she had to do. She didn't want to bother Mag with such a trivial matter. "Sorry, but it's the rule," she said bravely.

"Oh, you want to talk to me about rules? I'm the owner of that biggest clock and watch shop, and a board member of the Chamber of Commerce on the Aden Square. I have the veto power if your restaurant wants to join, and we don't allow hybrids to work as waitresses, or the owner will be fined. You don't want your boss to get fined, do you?"

"I… I…" Yabemiya was too scared to respond. She suddenly realized why her last boss had hit her so hard; she still vaguely remembered hearing him bragging about himself being a board member or something.

She didn't want to lose this job, where she could feel respected, recognized, and warm, and she didn't want to get her boss fined. She could feel tears welling in her eyes.

"So that's why I didn't see many hybrid waitresses in the Aden Square these years."

"I know about this rule. Some hybrids do look frightening, but not all of them. Little owner here and Miya are very pretty."

"I don't think Mag will have her working here any longer, then. I heard only one-third of these shops in the Aden Square joined the Chamber of Commerce, and they are the most popular ones. Now, they only allow 10 more members each year, and many shops want in very badly."

"Such a shame. She's working so hard. I'd like her if I were her boss."

Some customers talked in whispers, looking at the pitiful girl.

"But she's such a nice waitress," Gloria said, clenching her fists.

"Yes," said Lucia, "but there's nothing we can do. Many important families have joined the Chamber of Commerce, including yours and mine. Additionally, the Lord of Chaos City also has a hand in it." She cast a sympathetic glance at Yabemiya.

Goodenia wasn't exactly right, but he wasn't wrong, either, Lucia thought. If Mag wanted to join, he would have to let Yabemiya go. They are very strict with the rules.

Goodenia's smile was cocksure. He had been a slick businessman for more than 30 years; he was good at detecting people's weaknesses and then playing on them. More often than not, he got what he wanted. "Now bring me what I want."

"I don't think so," a cold voice called out from the kitchen.

Everyone looked to the kitchen, surprised. Mag was walking out with a plate of Yangzhou fried rice, expressionless, but his eyes were glittering coldly.

Yabemiya turned around, eyes shining with tears. "Boss…"

Mag put down the plate in front of a customer and smiled. "Your Yangzhou fried rice."

The customer froze for a while, and then nodded. "Thank you."

Mag stepped up in front of Yabemiya and stared at Goodenia. "Sir, Tofu pudding is limited to one per person. It's our rule."

Goodenia was taken by surprise. Damned fool. He clearly doesn't know what the Chamber of Commerce is capable of. "You're the owner here, right? I'm Goodenia. Let me tell you—"

"I've never heard of this Chamber of Commerce, but you don't allow hybrids, right? Then I don't think I want to join," Mag interrupted. Goodenia's eyes went wide. Then Mag put a kraft bag on the table, and continued, "My daughter is a half-elf, but I'm using her picture as my trademark. See the name of this restaurant? Mamy Restaurant. Do you know why I chose this name? 'Cause my daughter's name is Amy."

Mag's face darkened. "I'm not interested in your Chamber of Commerce, and I'm looking forward to seeing it gone."

He turned over the menu. "You see the rule here? No one is allowed to threaten the owner or any employees. Mr. Goodenia, you're banned from this restaurant, for life. Please leave.

"Oh, don't forget to pay you check first," he added.

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Chapter 198: He Must Have A Death Wish Or Something

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Goodenia gaped at Mag, his mouth open. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

The Chamber of Commerce in the Aden Square has existed for over 50 years, and is one of the best on the whole continent. He wants it gone?! This naïve young man, an owner of a restaurant which has run for less than half a month, is going to ban me?!

Harrison was also looking very surprised. His old man had been trying to buy his way into the Chamber of Commerce and hadn't succeeded. Every time he saw those board members, he had to act obsequious, so he had refrained from speaking up for Yabemiya.

I knew Mag probably wouldn't fire Yabemiya, but I don't think it's wise to stand up to the Chamber of Commerce like that, thought Harrison. He has just lost all possibility to join. The top 10 best foods are all made by members of the Chamber of Commerce. Although the competition is arranged by the Gray Temple, I don't think nothing was going on behind the scenes.

Anyway, I wish I could say something like that to those board members! Harrison looked at Mag with admiration.

Gjergj looked thoughtful. I don't think I should join the Chamber of Commerce, either. I don't want to kiss up to them.

Gloria was staring at Mag excitedly, her fists clenched. Suddenly, she remembered herself and bowed her head, abashed. She was still looking at Mag through the veil, though, her eyes shining like stars.

He's a good father as well as a good boss, Gloria thought. He may not look strong, but somehow he makes me feel safe. Such a different man.

He is a little arrogant, but interesting, thought Lucia. Joining the Chamber of Commerce will bring a lot of benefits, and that's what's driving those crafty businessmen to try to use every way possible to get in.

Such a good boss, the customers thought, surprised. No one else would have gone to such lengths to protect a half-dragon.

Many people were relieved. They liked the young waitress's smile, which could always put them in a good mood. They didn't want to see her fired.

"Oh, I want to be his waitress. I want to be protected by him too!" the girl from before looked up at Mag with adoration, hands over her heart again.

"Shut up and eat!" bellowed the fat woman, hitting her daughter on the head with her spoon.

The girl held her head in pain. She spooned some food into her mouth, her eyes still fixed on Mag.

Many people were willing to obey the rules because of the good food. Now, after this little incident, they considered Mag honorable.

The fact that Goodenia had stooped to such lows to try to pressure Mag into bending the rules for him only made him despicable.

"Thank you, Boss," Yabemiya said, looking at Mag's back, crying. Her tears were falling onto the floor, but she felt so warm and happy inside.

Nobody insults me and nobody laughs at me anymore. My boss is protecting me.

I'm not alone anymore. My boss is weathering the storm for me.

Mag turned to face her with a smile and kind eyes. "Always remember to smile." He pulled out a neatly folded gray handkerchief and handed it to Yabemiya.

"Yes, Boss." She raised her eyes to look into his and found her courage again. She took the handkerchief, but wiped her tears with the back of her hand, grinning, revealing her two canine teeth.

Goodenia's face clouded over with anger. I will make you regret saying that to me. Let's wait and see how long your damn restaurant will last. Never had he been treated like this since he became a board member at the beginning of this year. He grabbed his purse and pushed back his chair so hard that it fell and was damaged a little.

"One tofu pudding, one Yangzhou fried rice, and one chair. That will be 18 gold coins," Amy said solemnly, looking up at Goodenia with Ugly Duckling in her arms.

"Meow, meow!" cried the kitten.

"You should be grateful that I ate here," Goodenia said coldly. "I've never paid a coin when eating out. So, get the f*ck out of my way!" No way am I going to pay for this meal or that ridiculously expensive chair!

All the customers were staring at him, aghast. Is he really threatening the girl in front of her powerful masters? He must have a death wish or something.

Amy put the kitten on the floor and held out her little hand. "Pay, now!"

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Krassu and Urien turned to look at Goodenia, their eyes glittering menacingly.

"Don't kill him, Amy," said Mag. I have to make an example of him. That's just the way this world works.

Amy nodded. "Yes, Father."

Goodenia sneered, and didn't deign to reply. He walked towards Amy.

Suddenly, a bluish violet fire rose from Amy's hand and immediately went up for a half meter. Its terrifying temperature burnt Goodenia's hair, brows, eyelashes, and shirt in almost an instant. The fire continued burning along his silk shirt.

"A magic caster?!" Goodenia cried. He rushed out, trying to put out the fire on him. In his panic, he dropped his purse.

The flame had turned into a fireball, and Amy was about to throw it out.

Mag touched Amy's head and smiled. "Okay, that's enough. If you throw that at him, you'll kill him." He has got what he deserves.

"Yes, Father," Amy said disappointedly. She took a look at Goodenia's back, extinguished the fireball, and picked up the purse.

In his rush, Goodenia bumped into someone and got knocked to the ground.

He rolled on the ground, put out the fire, and then let out a sigh of relief. Most of the shirt on his front had got burnt away. His brows and hair were largely gone, his face smudged by smoke.

He opened his mouth and wanted to yell at the man whom he had bumped into, but when he lifted his eyes, he saw three big bald demons. He lowered his head again in fright.

"What happened to him?" Monde asked, scratching his bald head.

"He got burnt by fire, I think," said Kil, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Monde nodded and looked at Kil admiringly. "You're indeed very smart, Kil."

"Apparently, he got burnt by the little owner," said Sargeras. "I think he probably had it coming." He cast a disdainful look at Goodenia.

The door opened. Amy walked out and tossed the purse to Goodenia. "I took the liberty of taking 18 gold coins from your purse. Remember to pay every time you eat out!"

Goodenia picked up his purse angrily. He glared at Amy, but then thought better of saying anything rude. I will have my vengeance one day.

"Hi, little owner," said Sargeras.

"Hi, little owner!" echoed Kil and Monde, straightening up. The future of the lava demons relied on roujiamo, so they respected Mag and his daughter very much.

"Hi, Big Bald Head, Bald Head No. 2 and No. 3," Amy said, and went back into the restaurant.

Goodenia's eyes widened. What the hell?! These three demons are afraid of that brat?!

Sargeras stepped up to Goodenia and looked down at him. "You dined and dashed? You just did what I couldn't do. Impressive."

Kil and Monde gave him the thumbs up. "Impressive," they echoed, and followed Sargeras in.

Goodenia scrambled to his feet sullenly. He was now quite a sight to see.

He took a long look at the grand restaurant and felt frightened suddenly. What's so special about it? He walked off, covering his face with his hand. He didn't want to lose any more face than he already had.

"I'm sorry for the little incident. Hope it didn't ruin your appetite," Mag said apologetically to the customers. He stopped Yabemiya when she was about to bow and apologize. "It's not your fault," he said, smiling.

"Thank you, Boss," she replied softly.

"It's all right, Mag. He deserved it. But my roujiamo… I'm a little hungry," Harrison said, rubbing his belly.

"My tofu pudding."

"My Yangzhou fried rice."

The customers were smiling. They didn't think Mag had done anything wrong. The restaurant had returned to its usual peace.

Mag nodded with a smile. "Your orders will be ready soon." He patted Yabemiya on the shoulder and walked into the kitchen.

The door opened with a "ting". "Welcome to Mamy Restaurant!" Yabemiya said, walking to the door with her spirited smile.

"I'm going to memorize all the rules today."

"The rules?"

"Yeah, the rules on the menu. I don't want to get myself banned or burned."

"Yeah. Count me in."

Harrison and his friends started learning the rules. They hadn't been this studious back in the Chaos School.

"Oh, I saw Mag wrote something in a black notebook just now."

"Really?"

"The blacklist?!"

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