Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Mag took a look at the expectant Habeng and Haga and became a little hesitant. Habeng offering to pay double didn’t interest him, though; he just didn’t want to decrease the quantity and increase his price like a scalper.
They had really helped him a lot with the crowdfunding yesterday; otherwise, Amy wouldn’t have been able to eat such a delicious roujiamo today. He thought for a moment and nodded with a smile. “The new dish came out earlier because of your money, so you can eat as many as you want today, and at the same price.”
Habeng’s face lit up right away. “You’re a hell of a guy, Mag. Then I’ll have five more, and so will my brother,” he said. Mag is truly not one of those devious human businessmen.
Mag nodded. “Okay. Please wait a moment.” Then he turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
“Little Owner, may I have the check, please?” Mobai’s fatigue from staying up late last night was completely gone after a plate of Yangzhou fried rice and a la zhi roujiamo.
He felt very refreshed and comfortable after the roujiamo because his blood was now running at a higher speed.
When he put the kraft bag on the table, he noticed Amy’s back on the bag. He was a little surprised, but found it quite understandable.
He might have known Mag for only a few days, but he could tell that he was a good father, and that he loved Amy with all his heart.
Amy was a motherless half-elf, but she wasn’t very timid, which was quite uncommon for a hybrid. Actually, her doting father had made her brave as well as cute.
But this back may give rise to troubles, Mobai thought. No matter. Amy’s fireball could terrify even Habeng, and Mag is definitely no ordinary man; he looks quite smart.
Amy walked over to Mobai. “Nine gold coins, please,” she said after calculating in her head.
“Right. Take it out of my crowdfunding money,” Mobai said with a smile as he rose to his feet.
Amy nodded. “Okay.” Then she walked to the kitchen door and looked at her father, who was making a roujiamo. “Father, dwarf grandpa Mobai said he’ll use that crowd money to pay. Is it okay?”
“Sure. That’s the agreement.” Mag smiled and walked out, holding two plates. Each had two roujiamos on it. The bag was more of a hindrance for Habeng and Haga, so it was better to serve them on the plate directly.
Of course, more importantly, it would save him some money this way. He could wash the dishes in the dishwasher.
“Bye, Mag,” Mobai said with a smile and left.
“Mag, your food is very delicious. I don’t want to go back,” Habeng said to Mag as he picked up a roujiamo and took a large bite. He felt the blood rushing inside his body. It was much better than drinking wine. He was enjoying his food, and his strength was increasing at the same time. There was nothing better than that.
Mag smiled. It really felt good to be praised.
Haga nodded in agreement. His common language wasn’t very good, so he gave Mag a thumbs-up.
After a little while, Conti arrived with his black donkey, accompanied by clear hoofbeats.
“Looks like I can eat the new dish today. Mag, give me one please,” Conti said to Mag with a smile after he took a look at the orc brothers who were wolfing down white bread. The tantalizing meat aroma had permeated the entire restaurant.
Mag nodded, smiling. “Sure. Please wait a moment.” Then he walked back into the kitchen. Conti always kept his bright smile no matter whom he was talking to.
“Good morning, little owner,” Conti said to Amy with a smile as he took his usual seat.
Amy nodded. “Good morning, Smiley Knight.” He was smiling all the time, like he was wearing a smiling mask.
Habeng turned back and looked at Conti. “This la zhi roujiamo is very good. Its taste is simply unbelievable!” he said as he chewed. “I highly recommend it!”
“I’ll try it then.” Conti became more expectant.
After a while, Mag came out, holding a kraft bag. He passed it to Conti with a smile. “Your la zhi roujiamo.”
Conti took it. The little girl’s back caught his attention immediately. He smiled and looked up at Mag. “Isn’t this the little owner?”
Amy was leaning on the counter, a little bored, but when she heard what Conti had just said, her face lit up instantly. “Really?” she asked. Then she climbed down the chair, walked up to the table, and stood on the tips of her toes. She saw the back of a little girl. “Father, is that Amy? Did you draw that?” she asked, surprised.
Mag nodded, smiling. “Yes. It’s Amy. Nothing could represent our restaurant better than Amy,” he answered as he stroked her head.
“You’re amazing, Father. It’s really good,” Amy said happily as she rubbed her head against his hand.
The other three people gave a kind smile as they saw this. It was so emotional that it made them envious.
The back of this cute half-elf girl would surely become well-known in Chaos City.
Conti took a look at his roujiamo. The white bread was sliced open and stuffed with lean meat and fat. The name roujiamo 1 was quite accurate. He had never seen any bread like this before. It was so unique.
He opened his mouth and took a bite. The soft and chewy bai ji bread and the soft and tender meat mixed together with the gravy. The splendid taste spread in his mouth, making him feel like he had risen to the next level.
After he swallowed, Conti also let out a deep breath despite himself. Then he realized it and smiled at the others, a little embarrassed.
To his surprise, his blood seemed to go wild shortly afterwards, and it was even wilder than after he practiced his sword for an hour in the morning. It was magical, like the Yangzhou fried rice, and regulated his body to the best shape.
“I’d like two more,” Conti said as he looked up at Mag. The one in his hand was not finished.
Mag nodded. “Okay, please wait a second.” He turned and went into the kitchen, feeling great.
This roujiamo’s effect is a little violent, but it seems quite acceptable for now. Besides, it’s fast to make and easy to take out. People can eat it anywhere. Maybe it could make the restaurant more popular.
