The lunch hour ended in a cheerful atmosphere.
The ordinary customers returned home satisfied after eating two brand new dishes at a price that was far below their expectations and the restaurant's normal price.
Meanwhile, the powerhouses from various races were mesmerized by the miraculous illusion. Many of them were still standing outside the door after the lunch hour ended. They were in no hurry to leave.
Irina didn't go far, either. She was sitting on a bench not far away. If it weren't for the fact that a bunch of 10th-tier powerhouses were standing at the restaurant's entrance, she would have teleported back to ask Mag directly.
"Why aren't you leaving after eating? I'm preparing to tutor my precious disciple. Hurry up and leave. Don't disturb my disciple's studies, "Crassus said with dissatisfaction as he waved his hand at the powerhouses from various races who were waiting eagerly.
The powerhouses rolled their eyes, and didn't intend to move at all.
"Forget it. Do you think we don't know what you're thinking? We just want to ask that boss what's with the stir-fried octopus tentacles and octopus balls. Since most of us saw some miraculous images after eating them, it's obviously beneficial to our cultivation. Naturally, we have to thank the boss, "Louis said with pursed lips.
"Do you guys think that this boss's culinary skills have reached a level that can shake the laws of heaven and earth? That's why this dish allowed us to see some miraculous images," Dracula said curiously, speculating whether this possibility was true.
The powerhouses fell into deep thought, and couldn't make up their minds at that moment.
These two dishes were indeed very delicious. Apart from Meg himself, no one else could make anything more delicious.
No one could say for sure if someone with such superb culinary skills could reach the Celestial Realm just because of a single skill.
"You'll know once you ask. Why are you still thinking about it?" Douglas stepped forward, and rang the doorbell.
"Isn't the lunch hour already over? Why is there still someone knocking on the door? " The ladies who were cleaning up the restaurant turned around in surprise. Mia put down her plate, and was about to open the door to take a look.
"I'll go." Meg casually hung his chef's uniform at the side, and walked toward the door.
He had long noticed the experts of various races waiting outside the door, and he couldn't help but wonder why they had stayed behind.
Previously, they had been gorging themselves on the stir-fried octopus tentacles and octopus balls, as if they had already forgotten about the nightmarish battle yesterday. Moreover, all of them were so engrossed in eating that they had entered a state of oblivion.
One had to know that these were the top experts of their respective races and had received professional training. Normally, they would not allow themselves to reveal such an appearance and state.
Moreover, after eating, they didn't leave. They all waited outside the door, as if they wanted to ask him for an explanation.
This meant that the tentacles were most likely beneficial to their cultivation.
The only thing that could arouse the interest of a top-notch 10th-tier powerhouse was the Heavenly Dao Law.
"System, what's with your octopus tentacles? There won't be any problems, right? Meg thought to himself as he walked towards the door.
"After the System's tens of thousands of tests and live experiments, the octopus tentacles are non-toxic and harmless after consumption. Furthermore, they are rich in protein and nutrients. Long-term consumption can effectively improve the human body's immune system and promote growth and development. If you eat one meal a day, you can climb six floors in one breath by the age of 80 without panting!" the System said proudly.
"One breath. If I don't pant, I'll be dead." Meg rolled his eyes. The System had basically said nothing.
"Let's see how it goes first." Seeing that the System couldn't explain why, Meg could only wait and see why these experts had stayed behind.
When the door of the restaurant opened, Meg was surprised to see more than ten experts of various races standing outside the door. "Everyone … The restaurant is closed. Haven't you eaten your fill?"
Everyone looked at Meg from head to toe. Today's incident was too mysterious, and they couldn't help but wonder if the restaurant owner was a hidden expert.
However, no matter whether it was the probing of their Divine Consciousness or the scanning of their Mind Power, this restaurant owner looked like an ordinary human.
Perhaps because he had been working in the kitchen for a long time, he was slightly stronger than ordinary humans. However, he was still not as strong as a strong first-level knight.
He could easily kill a dozen of them with a Fireball on the street.
Louis stepped forward, and said loudly, "Boss, we're not here to eat. My precious disciple works here, so I won't beat around the bush with you. We just want to ask you what's with the stir-fried octopus tentacles and octopus balls."
"Are these two new dishes not to your taste? If that's the case, why don't I refund the money for this meal to you? You don't have to come to the restaurant to eat in the future. " Meg asked tentatively. His face was filled with worry and melancholy, just like a small boss who had been extorted.
"No, no, Boss. That's not what we meant." Louis hurriedly waved his hand. It would be a great loss if he couldn't come to a restaurant that could provide such delicious food in the future.
"Then what do you mean?" Meg was still puzzled. He looked up at the powerhouses. "You're really not here to return the goods?"
"Of course not." The powerhouses hurriedly waved their hands.
This restaurant owner was quite good at changing the topic.
"We just want to ask how you made the octopus tentacles and octopus balls." Louis changed the way he asked.
The powerhouses also looked at Meg expectantly.
"You want to learn?" Meg chuckled. "This is a trade secret. Under normal circumstances, I can't teach you."
All the powerhouses rolled their eyes in unison as they looked at Mag with hostility. This chap … was really asking for a beating.
"I say, you're all reputable figures from your respective races. There's no need for you to learn how to make dishes halfway through, right? It looks simple, but if you really want to learn how to make it, most of the time, your brain can learn, but your hands can't keep up, "Meg persuaded earnestly.
"Alright, Boss. We'll be honest with you. After we ate your stir-fried octopus tentacles and octopus balls, we saw some illusions." Louis was a little helpless. It seemed like this restaurant owner really didn't know anything. He could only be more direct.
"Don't … You can't say such things. I never put drugs in my food. You can't use this to blackmail me just because you're strong. I'm just a small family, and I can't afford to be tormented by big bosses like you." Meg hurriedly waved his hand. He looked around and was about to call for help.
"Don't call, don't call. We saw something good." Louis hurriedly stopped him.
"Something good?" Meg was a little suspicious. "I didn't put any aphrodisiac in it. How are you able to see the good stuff? "
"F * ck …"
Louis' face darkened.
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