Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Many customers had gathered around the restaurant, plaining.
“Why is it still not open yet?” a man said.
“There’s a notice on the door saying they have gone out for ingredients,” said a second voice.
“What? No tofu pudding or Yangzhou fried rice for me today?” said the first man.
“He is not taking us seriously,” a third man said.
“He should have told us earlier. He wasted my time, and I have to try and explain to my wife!” said a fourth voice.
“But today isn’t supposed to be his off day,” Harrison said, confused.
“And here I’ve promised Parmer to get breakfast for him.” Gjergj sighed.
“The good part is tomorrow there will be a new dish,” said Mobai. He was the first to see the notice. He felt tired without his Yangzhou fried rice today.
“Yeah. I look forward to the new dish tomorrow,” a man said. “Every dish here is just fantastic. We should be more understanding towards him. He went off to get ingredients for us.”
“I understand him, but I can’t forgive him,” a young knight said, tossing a dagger at the door. “This will send the right message.”
Some people copied him and threw their knife or dagger at the door.
“It’s not open today?” Gloria whispered as she stared at the crowd through the window of a fancy carriage, disappointed. She was still wearing a cloak today, only it was a silver one. Her dress and veil were both light blue.
This new outfit of hers was much brighter. Between her beautiful curly hair and slim body, she would surely bee the center of attention if she stepped out of the carriage.
“I’m sure the new dish will be delicious,” she muttered, and left.
Sargeras and his two men stepped to the door and saw the pile of knives and the notice.
Monde scratched his bald head. “What now, Boss? I need my roujiamo.”
Kil looked depressed. “Me too.”
Sargeras hit them on the head. “Just one day without roujiamo won’t kill you. Even a genius like Mag is working so hard. e on, we’re expecting more brothers soon. We need to make enough money to put on a roujiamo spread for them!”
“For roujiamo!” said Kil and Monde, suddenly excited.
“He told me my precious disciple was sick, but it seems she just skipped school to play with her father,” Krassu said angrily. “On her second day of school!” The air around him became so hot that many people stepped away from him.
Urien took the opportunity to gloat. “Amy will be studying under me the day after tomorrow.”
“You will only get to teach her for two days. The third day is their off day,” Krassu snapped back.
“I can teach her more things in a day than you can do in three days,” Urien said in his hoarse voice.
Krassu’s eyes narrowed and glinted dangerously. “Oh, yeah? Why don’t we let our magic do the talking?”
Urien pulled his black magic wand out of his sleeve. “Gladly.”
Brandli hurriedly stepped between them with a magic shield around him. “Please, my lords, there’re so many people here…”
He might hold a high position in the Gray Temple, but he was a small fry before these two legends. He had been assigned the job of watching them.
It was a hazardous job.
…
Suddenly, Mag sensed danger in the dragon’s stare. He stepped in front of Amy and eyed the dragon warily. After all, he couldn’t slay a dragon anymore.
“System, do you sell RPGs?” Mag asked anxiously.
“You can’t afford one,” answered the system.
“If you let me die, your plan of making me the God of Cookery will be aborted.”
“Don’t worry. I can always find someone else.”
Mag lifted an eyebrow. “You…”
Mag’s act of protecting Amy had won many adventurers’ admiration.
They hoped the dragon would be generous and let them go.
While Mag was trying to procure some weapon from the system, the dragon vanished, and a girl in a white dress appeared at the gate.
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