"Wow! Mr. Mak accepted the challenge! Looks like I'll have to ask the boss for leave tonight to watch the duel. "
"I usually line up at this time. Looks like I'll be able to watch a good show for free today."
"Is anyone betting? I'm betting on Mr. Mak! "
"No idiot would bet on a duel without any suspense."
The customers were getting excited when they saw Meg accept the challenge.
"Ten thousand copper coins?"
Sith was stunned. He thought that Meg would raise a big bet. After all, the owner of Ricky's Rotisserie lost the entire rotisserie to Mr. Mak when they dueled. He didn't expect that Meg would only raise the bet to ten thousand copper coins.
"Heh, looks like this guy is really scared." The bald man looked at Meg with disdain. His eyes were burning with passion.
As an old employee of Sith's Restaurant, he was waiting for the freshwater seafood soup to reach first place. Then, he would flatter the boss and open a new restaurant. When that happened, he would be the best choice for the new restaurant's manager. And the freshwater seafood soup recipe that had been in the boss's hands would probably be passed on to him, right?
"Yes, ten thousand copper coins." Meg nodded.
"Okay, I accept." Sith thought for a moment and nodded.
"I accept the challenge. Mr. Sith, please go ahead. I'm going to open for business." Meg put away the challenge and opened the door. He stepped aside and smiled. "Welcome, Mamy's."
"Mr. Mak, do you need my help?" Crassus looked at Sith when he walked to the door.
"I can help too." Amy came forward, eager to try.
"That won't be necessary." Meg hurriedly said. He was a little afraid that Crassus and Amy would kill the two of them with a fireball. That would be too cruel.
"Good luck, Mr. Meg." Gloria stopped when she reached the door. She clenched her little fist and encouraged him with a smile.
"What right does this guy have to make my lovely Miss Gloria smile?!" Camilla stood in the corner and looked at Meg with resentment. She gritted her teeth and said, "There is no true love between the opposite sex!"
"Thank you." Meg nodded with a smile. Inexplicably, he felt a chill down his spine.
Meg greeted the regulars familiarly and ignored Sith.
"This unreasonable guy …" The bald man was a little annoyed and wanted to go forward to reason.
"That's enough. He's already shown enough self-restraint and magnanimity. If it were me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do that." Sith interrupted the bald man's words and took a deep look at Meg. Although this man was young, his calmness made him a little uneasy. "Let's go to the Food Association first and visit a few gourmets."
"Alright." The bald man retracted his gaze unwillingly and turned to catch up with Sith.
"Mr. Mak, is there still no news about Miss Shirley? Perhaps she wrote you a letter? "Constantine asked expectantly as he came in front of Meg.
Meg looked at Constantine and was a little shocked. This eligible bachelor who always paid attention to his appearance and even combed his hair meticulously had lost a lot of weight in just a few days. His black eyes were sunken and bloodshot. His hair was messy, and his beard was unkempt. He looked just like a tramp.
"She didn't send us a letter." Meg shook his head. However, looking at Constantine's appearance, he couldn't bear it. Why did he have such a one-sided love? Moreover, the other party might take out something bigger than him.
"There's still no news …" Constantine seemed to have lost all his strength. His body swayed, and he barely managed to stand up by grabbing onto the door frame at the side.
"I hate it so much. I hate that I didn't have the courage to confess my feelings to her in time. I only understood how important she was to me after I lost her …" Constantine was already sobbing with tears streaming down his face.
"What an infatuated man."
"Yes. There aren't many good men like him nowadays."
Many of the regulars had an impression of Constantine. During this period, he often came to ask about Shirley. The regulars naturally remembered that beautiful and quiet elf attendant. They couldn't help but sigh when they saw Constantine like this.
"Constantine, male, 33 years old. Due to lovesickness, severe insomnia, loss of appetite, rapid decline of bodily functions, and extremely poor immunity. If this state continues, his life will be in danger.
"Is this guy Liang Shanbo? He can even get lovesickness! " Meg raised his eyebrows as he looked at the test results given by the Omniscient Door. It seemed like Shirley's sudden departure was a big blow to Constantine. After thinking for a while, he looked at the heartbroken Constantine, and said, "Mr. Constantine, Shirley said that she would come back, but it might be a few years later."
"She … She will really come back?!" Constantine suddenly raised his head and looked at Meg as if he had grabbed onto a life-saving straw.
Meg nodded with a smile, and said, "However, with the lifespan of elves, Shirley's appearance shouldn't change much no matter how many years pass. If Mr. Constantine continues to live in this state, I'm afraid the next time we meet will be at your funeral."
Constantine looked at his pale and thin hands that were almost devoid of blood, and was stunned. During this period of time, he was immersed in sorrow and longing, and had given up on himself. He almost didn't pay attention to his own body. He didn't expect it to be so weak.
"No! Before Miss Shirley comes back, I have to stay healthy, and slow down my aging. I can't let myself age too quickly. Otherwise, Miss Shirley won't be able to recognize me. " Constantine quickly made up his mind. He looked at Meg, and said, "Mr. Meg, thank you. Even if it's just to see Miss Shirley again, and to tell her the words that I didn't have time to say back then, I will definitely live on well."
After saying that, he strode into the restaurant and sat down at his familiar seat.
"I hope you can live on with determination when your confession fails." Meg shrugged, and continued to greet the next customer with a smile.
"Ma 'am, the charging station for men, I'm here again." A man walked towards Ma' am with light steps, and his eyes were full of passion.
Vicennio had already experienced the saying of a newlywed who was like a wolf and a tiger. However, he didn't expect this newlywed period to last so long. His tigress was getting more and more ferocious, and almost squeezed him dry in bed every day.
If it weren't for Ma 'am's two roujiamos providing him with motivation every day, he felt that he would have died in bed long ago.
Vicennio made up his mind and quickened his pace. "No, I'll have to eat another roujiamo to make up for it."
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