Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Mag shook his head with a smile as he listened to their praise. Of course, he wasn’t a genius. Geniuses didn’t have to study sleeplessly and restlessly for 100 days to master how to cook roujiamo. He couldn’t have done it without the system and his diligence.
Their compliments made him feel good, though. This feeling of being recognized was much better than when he had been blindly admired or criticized in his previous life.
“This roujiamo is so good. Is there anything else on the menu other than rainbow fried rice?” Gjergj picked the menu up as he was waiting for his second roujiamo and opened it with great expectations. He was a little startled when he found only two dishes on it, and the price made him gasp. “Yangzhou fried rice, 600 copper coins?! La zhi roujiamo, 300 copper coins?! They are so expensive!”
Harrison smiled. “If we were at other places, even 10 gold coins wouldn’t buy anything this good. Besides, it can help us lose our weight. It’s a bargain at this price.”
The fatty in red nodded. “Yes. Even if it’s thirty gold coins each, I will definitely have two more today,” he said, putting down the bag unwillingly.
“You are always careless with money. This roujiamo is divine, and you’re worrying about its price?” the one in cyan asked with surprise.
His other friends were all looking at Gjergj with a confused look. 300 copper coins is totally worth it. It’s so delicious and can help lose weight. Besides, Gjergj is in charge of two forges himself; he can make at least 200 gold coins a day, and normally, he is always willing to pay for his friends.
Gjergj waved his hands immediately. “It’s not that I think it’s not worth the price,” he explained in embarrassment. “It’s my wife. She’s pregnant and getting paranoid about me having another woman, so she only gives me three gold coins every day. I acted like that because I can only afford to eat one today.”
“You always show off your wife. Now it’s payback time!” the one in cyan said with a gloating smile.
“I’m curious, though. Do you really have another woman?” Harrison asked, teasing him.
“No need to ask. He is a henpecked husband. He doesn’t even dare to look at other women. Having another woman is out of the question,” the one in red said with a twist of his mouth as if he had seen through everything.
The fatty in green nodded merrily. “How wise of me to have rejected the marriage my father arranged for me the other day.”
“You’re just jealous of me having a wife. She gave me three sons. And she’s pregnant again,” Gjergj said, smirking, his voice full of love and pride.
“Then it’s probably a boy again, and you like girls,” Harrison said as he spread his hands, exposing the harsh truth.
“Shut up. If it’s a boy again, I’ll make my four sons pick up your daughters and sons. And then you’ll know the true despair,” Gjergj said to Harrison solemnly.
Harrison waved his hands in fright. “Please don’t. You win… It’s a girl. It’s definitely a girl. Keep your naughty boys away from my future daughter.”
“Then you have to show some sincerity. Lend me 10 gold coins.” Gjergj held out his hand.
Harrison pushed his hand away with a smile. “Just eat your fill. I’ll pay for your check. We’re brothers.”
“Thank you. But I want to order some food to go for my wife. She doesn’t have any appetite these days. I’m supposed to stay home with her today. You said there was good stuff here, so I’ve come to see if there is anything she can eat. I can’t let you pay for that.” Gjergj gave an embarrassed smile, still holding out his hand.
“You are a hell of a man, Gjergj. Your wife is micromanaging you, and you still want to buy her food.” Harrison was a little moved. He pulled out a dragon coin from his purse and gave it to his friend.
“It’s nothing. She almost lost her life giving birth to our first kid,” Gjergj said as he took the coin. “I tried to talk her out of having another, but she knew I wanted a daughter. So we had another, and then another. Now the fourth one is still in her belly. I’m lucky to have a wife like her. I deserve to be struck by lightning if I go find another woman.” He smiled.
When he was done, his friends remained silent for a while. They had known each other for years, so naturally they had known about this. Although they often laughed at him for being a henpecked husband, they all quite respected his wife.
Harrison nodded. “Then this roujiamo is not a good choice. If she ate this, the baby might come out today. That would be very bad. Buy some Yangzhou fried rice for her. It’s mild and has some nourishing effect. Maybe it’s good for the baby too.”
“All right. Then I’ll buy a plate of Yangzhou fried rice for her. It’s the same thing as the rainbow fried rice the little girl said, right?” Gjergj took a look at Amy, who was sitting behind the counter.
Harrison nodded. “Yes. But I don’t know if you can have it to go,” he said, hesitating. Roujiamo is easy to bring along, but it would be strange to walk with a plate of fried rice in hand.
“Owner, can I have a plate of Yangzhou fried rice to go?” Gjergj asked as Mag walked out with roujiamos.
“To go?” asked Mag in surprise as he put the roujiamos on the table. Some customers who were in a rush would eat the roujiamo on the road, but no one had ordered fried rice to go. He had to buy some boxes from the system.
Gjergj nodded sincerely. “My wife is in the sixth month of her pregnancy and doesn’t feel like eating these days. My friend said your Yangzhou fried rice is very good, so I’m thinking about bringing some for her. Maybe she’ll like it,” Gjergj said with no certainty. He knew some restaurants didn’t offer food to go.
He is a good husband, and a good husband deserves to be respected, Mag thought as he looked at Gjergj. He asked the system, “System, can pregnant women eat Yangzhou fried rice?”
“The ingredients of Yangzhou fried rice are pollution-free. Anyone can eat it,” the system answered calmly. Then it paused a moment. “But la zhi roujiamo isn’t fit for pregnant women to eat.”
Mag was relieved. “Then make me some to-go boxes. Use the same trademark as the bag. It would be best if you could make the style of the boxes match the bags. Brown should do. Make it so that people can remember it at first glance.”
“Please take me seriously!” the system said solemnly.
