“Do you know what is the saddest thing in life?”
“Huh?”
“I have already eaten five days of spicy hot pot, and have diarrhea every day, but I still have to eat spicy hot pot the following day. Don’t you think that is sad?” Harrison downed a big mug of beer in one gulp, and then slumped into the chair with a hopeless expression.
“You’ve been f*cking dragging me to eat with you every day. I am as f*cking miserable as you. How could I not know?” Gjerj rolled his eyes.
“Your duck intestines are going to get overcooked,” the people at the next table reminded them.
“No…”
The two of them swiftly jumped up from their chairs, and scooped up the duck intestines that they had accidentally lost in the red soup that was full of floating chilies.
They could only eat a bowl of the congee with pork and century egg when they came to Mamy Restaurant in the morning. They even closed the doors in the afternoon.
Only when night came could the steaming hot pot and aromatic beef kebabs console and satisfy their stomachs that had been starving.
However, when compared to the full menu of delicacies when Boss Mag was around, that made people feel miserable.
No matter how delicious the spicy hot pot was, they couldn’t be eating it every day.
“Miss Miya, when is Boss Mag going to come back? Although the hot pot that Miss Rena made is as delicious as Boss Mag’s, it still makes us sad that we can’t have scrumptious food during breakfast and lunch,” Harrison said to Yabemiya miserably.
All the customers began to look over too. They realized they couldn’t do without Boss Mag after he had left for these few days. They missed him at every meal in the days without him.
“I-I want to know that too.” Yabemiya shrugged helplessly. God knew how difficult it was to handle all those customers who had gone crazy because they didn’t get to eat their delicacies. She wanted her boss to return more than anyone else so the restaurant could get back to normal.
The customers all sighed after hearing that. They had heard such a reply many times. Boss Mag who had gone out to search for ingredients and inspirations was not back yet.
“I hope Boss Mag can bring new surprises to us after this trip. Otherwise, I will never forgive him!” a maiden said with conviction, patting her ample bosom. After some thought, she added, “Unless he lets me have a second helping of tofu pudding.”
Everyone nodded. To them, Boss Mag presenting them with a new dish after his return would most probably be their only consolation.
“What kind of new dish would it be this time? Uncle Mag has left for five days to search for inspiration and ingredients, so it must be a great dish,” Anna said softly.
“He has never disappointed us before. I guess he won’t disappoint us this time, either.” Shirley revealed a smile.
The city lord’s castle, in the secret chamber.
“An urgent piece of news just came from the Fear Islands. Alex and Irina have broken into the Fear Islands. Alex challenged the Fear Islands alone with weird lightning. He killed Bashir and rescued the 300 elven maidens who were imprisoned by him.” Michael passed the secret missive to Rolan, who hadn’t even taken his seat.
Rolan read through that missive carefully, and his usually solemn facial muscles twitched. With a slightly weird expression, he said, “Boss Mag’s current trip to search for inspirations and ingredients was really not peaceful at all.”
“That’s right. Judging from the timeline, they were most probably the ones who caused Alfred and Simmons to perish together on that island for no rhyme nor reason and then the subsequent battle between the abyss demons and the flaming demons.” Michael nodded with conviction. “Seems like the ingredients that Boss Mag was searching for were seafood.”
“The destruction of the Ten Kings Palace on Carapace Island and the mysterious disappearance of all the tribes’ representatives in the air near the abyss demons and flaming demons’ battlefield. I suspect they were involved in all of this.”
“The two of them have messed up the waters of the demons in simply a few days.
“Nobody knows when the war between the abyss demons and the flaming demons will end; the other tribes are wrangling among themselves; the fear demons who have lost a 10th-tier powerhouse are starting to worry about the challenge that could arise from the shivarras.
“The pro-war alliance of the demons is already in tatters. Basically, they wouldn’t be able to establish a united front before the peace renegotiation, and the war threat from the demons is temporarily removed.
“They have done what we always wanted to do but decided not to because of all the things that could’ve gone wrong in the scenario planning. This is simply unbelievable,” Michael said with a marvelous expression.
“Alex and Irina always do unbelievable stuff when they are together.” Rolan nodded in agreement.
“They have once again contributed to this world’s peace. Although we can’t provide too much assistance for them, we could at least remove some of the imperfections for them. For example, they were still in Chaos City during Alfred and Simmons’ duel.”
“The Gray Temple is very good at such matters.” Rolan chuckled as he walked to the door.
Looking at the elves who were burping with satisfaction, Mag smiled. “I am very honored to serve this dinner. Please have a rest now, and we will arrive in Chaos City soon. Princess Irina has already arranged your accommodations, and you will be staying together with the Night Elves.”
All the elves bowed to Mag to express their appreciation. The gloominess on their faces was already gone. The blissful feeling brought about by the delicacies and the satisfaction of a full stomach had brightened up all their expressions. Many of the elves had even made new friends.
Once upon a time, they were aloof too, but now they needed a friend whom they could depend on and pour out their woes to.
Furthermore, heading to Chaos City and joining the Night Elves meant the start of a new phase in their lives. Anticipation was already written across many of elves’ faces.
“Thank you,” Irina said to Mag, who had gone up to the second floor to remove his apron, with her hands behind her back.
“It’s my pleasure.” Mag rubbed away the grease at the corner of her mouth as he smiled at her. “Is the beggar’s chicken nice?”
Irina took out the half-eaten drumstick behind her back since she was found out, and put it in front of Mag. “There you are. Try it yourself.”
Mag took a bite and smiled. “The beggar’s chicken I made is indeed that finger-licking good.”
“Father, try mine too. Mine is super delicious too.” Amy tugged on Mag’s clothes as she tiptoed and struggled to pass the drumstick to Mag.
“Alright, alright. I’ll taste Amy’s drumstick.” Mag took a bite of the drumstick that Amy pushed over with a smile and then nodded. “Amy’s drumstick is very scrumptious too.”
“Then, is my drumstick nicer or is Mother’s drumstick nicer?” Amy continued to ask.
Irina’s beautiful eyes were also looking at Mag.
“Errr…” Mag cocked an eyebrow. Why were they asking him to make such a difficult yet blissful choice?