After the lunchtime service ended, Meg took a look at the entrance of the Delicacy Conference from afar. He was relieved when he saw the long line outside the small seafood shop.
During the morning and lunchtime service, many customers had asked about the fried octopus tentacles.
Meg told them clearly that it was the limited version of the Delicacy Conference. Everyone could learn how to make it at home, or wait for next year's Delicacy Conference.
It was very sneaky, but it was an effective conversion method.
Furthermore, in the series of octopus tentacles, other than the octopus balls, the other three dishes were very simple and quick to make. Judging from the increasing number of believers, it should become a common dish on the dining table of Chaos City's commoners in no time.
They could spend tens of copper coins to buy ingredients at home, and they could eat the delicacies that cost hundreds of copper coins at the restaurant. Furthermore, the taste would not be too different. It was a huge profit!
Of course, you might be able to make a huge profit, but Meg, who sold the octopus tentacles, would never make a loss.
When Meg returned to the restaurant, he was dragged away by an excited Hannah.
"I refuse …" Before Meg could state his position clearly, Hannah had already taken out a thick metal pipe. She looked at Meg excitedly, and said, "Boss, we did it. It's a high-quality sealed pipe that can withstand high-pressure steam. It definitely won't explode now."
"Mm-hm. Not bad." Mag inspected the tube carefully before nodding. He then looked at the various parts that were strewn all over the floor with a smile, and asked, "Is it almost done?"
"Mm-hm. We can assemble it tomorrow. The Mobai boss found me an awesome craftsman to help me seal it. I guarantee there won't be any problems." Hannah nodded happily. Although she had two dark circles under her eyes and a few charcoal stains on her face, it did not affect her mood at all.
"I will make a trip over tomorrow," Hannah said. He was really worried about Hannah. He was the one who provided the blueprint this time. As long as the workmanship and dimensions were correct, there shouldn't be any problems. However, to be safe, it was better for him to go over personally.
"That's even better." Hannah smiled, revealing two rows of neat teeth. She couldn't hide her excitement at the thought of reestablishing her brewery in Chaos City, and a bigger and more advanced brewery at that.
"Thank you for your hard work, Mobai Boss and Lu Lu." Meg greeted the two who were hammering away in the workshop.
"Hehe, with Mr. Mak's Yangzhou fried rice, it's not hard at all." Mobai wiped his sweat and chuckled.
These days, they were rushing to finish their work, so Hannah packed all the food in Mobai, saving him the trouble of waiting in line.
"When this job is done, let's get together and have a drink or two." Meg liked this kind of honest person. He didn't want to disturb their work and went back to the restaurant.
There was information about Rankster from the Gray Temple in the study. This person was once considered to be Alex's rival and the chosen one of the Frost Dragons. There were many legends about him.
Hence, there was a lot of information about him in the Gray Temple's intelligence department.
The Great Old One broke the seal, and didn't leave any clues or traces behind.
And Rankster became the only breakthrough.
However, he disappeared from everyone's sight three years ago, so he could only try to find some relevant information from this information.
He spent more than an hour reading.
Meg didn't find any relevant information about the Great Old One, but he learned about Rankster's life.
He was indeed a ruthless person. As an illegitimate son that the Golden Dragon and Frost Dragon tribes didn't like, and a mixed-blood dragon who was thought to have low talent, he was reborn from desperate situations time and time again. He slapped everyone in the face again and again, and finally stepped onto the Frost Throne with his hands stained with blood.
If he was the main character, he could totally write an exciting and hot-blooded dragon king story.
Moreover, Rankster had lived in Chaos City for a period of time more than 10 years ago. However, there weren't any detailed records in the information, so he should have hidden his identity back then.
This was actually quite interesting. Rankster was already the chief of the Frost Dragon tribe more than 10 years ago, and he was the one with real power, not the puppet of the council of elders.
However, with his identity, why did he hide his identity and come to Chaos City?
Is he dead, or is he trapped somewhere? Or is he being controlled? Meg put all the information back into the box with a frown.
Given Rankster's character, there was basically no possibility of him hiding somewhere.
Unless … his current situation is similar to mine back then, and he's also seriously injured? Meg suddenly thought of a possibility.
Rankster had made countless enemies along the way. His enemies were even more than Alex's. There were even many Frost Dragons who wanted to kill him as soon as possible.
There were too many people in this world who wanted him dead. Even if he was weak, they wouldn't allow it.
His wife and children needed the protection of his undying will.
Therefore, even though he had been missing for three years without any news, and the Frost Throne was still empty, no one dared to target Elizabeth directly.
This is really making me bald. Meg got up and scratched his head. He still couldn't find his thoughts.
"Ding!
"Congratulations, Host. The number of believers has exceeded 10000! You have successfully advanced to the level of a head chef! "
Right at this moment, the system's voice suddenly sounded in Meg's mind.
Meg's movements froze instantly. He felt a mysterious power suddenly entering his head from the top of his head. His spirit seemed to have been elevated at this moment. This feeling was like being enlightened. It was extremely magical.
Is this the power of a head chef? Meg slowly clenched his fists. After a while, he rolled his eyes, and said, "Why don't I feel anything?!"
Although he felt enlightened, Meg felt that his power didn't have any substantial improvement.
"Host, please use your heart to feel. The power of a chef isn't just an increase in strength. It is expressed in all aspects." The system's voice sounded again.
Could it be that the speed of shifting the blame has increased? Meg raised his brow. He didn't really believe the system's nonsense.
"The reward for advancement has been issued: Affinity + 1!" The system's voice sounded again.
Meg felt a chill on the top of his head this time. His slightly upturned hairstyle was strangely suppressed, but he still didn't feel anything.
"That's it?"
Meg's brows furrowed even tighter. He felt that he had been deceived.
"Affinity is a type of temperament. Currently, the host's body is also silently nourishing. It won't cause any obvious changes to the host's body." The system explained.
"Then it's better to make the parts that should grow longer." Meg curled his lips. In any case, he felt that he had been deceived.
"If the host doesn't believe me, you can go out and take a walk."
"I'll take a walk then. What's the big deal?" Meg stomped down the stairs, opened the door, and went out. He came face to face with a young lady who was standing at the entrance of the restaurant. She seemed to be looking at the restaurant's announcement. When the door was opened, a gust of wind was brought up, and it also brought up … a skirt.
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