"Do you know what's the most tragic thing in life?"
"Hmm?"
"I've been eating spicy hot pot for five consecutive days. I've been singing at home every day, but I still have to eat spicy hot pot the next day. Don't you think that's tragic?" Harrison downed a large glass of beer in one gulp and slumped into the chair with a hopeless expression.
"You f * cking dragged me to eat with you every day. I'm f * cking miserable as you are. Do you think I don't know?!" Gjerj rolled his eyes and gently shifted his butt. He had no place to put his butt.
"Your duck intestines are going to be overcooked," someone at the next table reminded them.
"No!"
The two of them immediately jumped up from their chairs and hurriedly scooped up the duck intestines that they had accidentally dropped into the pot of red soup.
In the morning, Mamy's could barely fill their stomachs with a bowl of congee with pork and century egg. In the afternoon, they closed the door.
Only when night fell could the steaming hot pot and the fragrant roast beef kebabs provide some comfort and satisfaction to their stomachs, which had been craving for food all day.
However, compared to the rich menu and delicacies when Mr. Mak was here, this was too sad.
No matter how delicious the spicy hot pot was, it was too much to eat every day.
"Miss Mia, when will Mr. Mak be back? Although Miss Raina's hot pot is as delicious as Mr. Mak's, it's still very sad that we can't eat delicious food in the morning and afternoon. "Harrison looked at Yabemiya with a sad expression.
The customers also looked over. In the days that Mr. Mak had been away, they realized that they couldn't leave Mr. Mak at all. They couldn't help but miss him every time they had a meal without him.
"This … I'd like to know too." Yabemiya spread her hands helplessly. God knew how hard it was to deal with the customers who were about to go crazy from not being able to eat good food. She hoped more than anyone that the boss could come back soon so that the restaurant could return to normal.
The customers sighed when they heard that. They had heard the same reply many times. Mr. Mak, who was out searching for ingredients, was not coming back.
"I hope Mr. Mak can bring us a new surprise this time. Otherwise, I will never forgive him!" She paused for a moment before adding, "Unless he lets me have a second helping of tofu pudding."
Everyone nodded. To them, the new dish that Mr. Mak might present to them after his return was probably their only consolation.
"What new dish will it be this time? Uncle Meg and the others went out to collect ingredients for five days, it must be an amazing delicacy. "Anna whispered.
"He has never disappointed anyone before. I think he won't this time either," Shirley said with a smile on her face.
…
City Lord's Mansion, in a secret room.
"Urgent news just came from Fear Island. Alex and Irina broke into Fear Island. Alex challenged Fear Island alone with his strange lightning, killed Bar Hill, and took away the 300 elven girls who were imprisoned by him." Michael handed the secret letter to Rolan, who had yet to sit down.
Rolan read the secret letter carefully. The muscles on his usually serious face twitched, and he said with a strange expression, "Mr. Mak's trip to collect ingredients this time was really not peaceful at all."
"Yes. From the timeline, Alfred and Simmons died together on that island for no reason, and then the war between the abyss demons and the flaming demons was most likely caused by them." Michael nodded in agreement. "Looks like Mr. Mak chose seafood this time."
"The destruction of the Ten Kings Palace on Carapace Island, and the disappearance of the representatives of the various races in the sky above the battlefield between the abyss demons and the flaming demons. I'm afraid they were behind all these."
"The two of them used just a few days to muddy the waters of the demon race completely.
We don't know when the war between the abyss demons and the flaming demons will stop, and the other races are also embroiled in wrangling. The fear demons, who lost a 10th-tier powerhouse, should start worrying about the challenge from the destruction demons now.
The powerful war alliance of the demons has already become tattered. It's basically impossible to form a united front before the peace talks between the various races. The threat of war from the demons has been temporarily eliminated.
They did what we always wanted to do, but were always rejected on the sandbox because of possible mistakes. This is really unbelievable, "Michael said with admiration.
"When Alex and Irina are together, they can always do some unbelievable things." Rolan nodded in agreement.
"They have once again made an outstanding contribution to world peace. Although we can't provide them with too much help, we can at least help them get rid of some imperfections. For example, they were still in Chaos City when Alfred and Simmons fought."
"The Gray Temple is very good at such things," Rolan said with a smile as he turned and walked towards the door.
…
Meg looked at the burping elves with satisfaction, and smilingly said, "It's my honor to serve you this dinner. Please take a rest. We will reach Chaos City very soon. Princess Irina has already prepared lodgings for all of you. You will be staying with the Night Elves."
All of the elves bowed toward Mag to express their gratitude. The gloominess on their faces had already been swept away, and the bliss brought about by the delicious food and the feeling of satiety made all of their expressions radiant. Many of them had even made new friends.
They used to be proud and aloof, but now, they wanted a friend whom they could rely on and confide in.
Going to Chaos City and joining the Night Elves meant that a new phase of their lives was about to begin. Many elves already had anticipation written all over their faces.
"Thank you," Irina said with her hands behind her back as she looked at Meg, who had removed his apron and came up to the second floor.
"It's my pleasure." Meg smiled as he reached out to wipe away the oil at the corner of her mouth. He smilingly said to her, "Is the beggar's chicken delicious?"
Seeing that she was caught eating secretly, Irina simply took out the half-eaten drumstick behind her, and passed it to Meg. "Here, try it yourself."
Meg opened his mouth and took a bite. He nodded with a smile, and said, "Indeed, the beggar's chicken I made is so delicious."
"Father, try mine. Mine is super delicious too." Amy tugged at Meg's clothes, and tiptoed to pass the drumstick in her hand to Meg.
"Alright, alright, alright. I'll try Amy's." Meg smiled as he took a bite of the drumstick Amy passed to him. He nodded, and said, "Amy's drumstick is very delicious too."
"Then, whose drumstick is better, mine or Mother's drumstick?" Amy continued to ask.
Irina also looked at Meg with her beautiful eyes.
"Erm …" Meg raised his eyebrows. Wasn't he the one who made it? This was a choice question that made him happy yet troubled.
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