"My Lord, from what I've seen in the past two days, Miss Sally should have become a waitress in that restaurant. She's still staying in this inn and working two jobs." In an alley outside Geya Hotel, a young elf wrapped in a black robe said softly.
"Yes." Yngwie nodded as he looked in the direction of Geya Hotel. After a brief silence, he asked, "Have you done a background check on the hotel and restaurant?"
"The hotel is owned by a woman, and she's been running it for over a decade. Her husband disappeared during a mercenary mission 10 years ago, and he's most likely dead. The restaurant has only been open for less than a month, so there's very little information about it. The owner is a human, and there's a half-dragon waitress in the restaurant. However, he has a half-elf daughter, and she's been taken in as a disciple by two great magic casters. She seems to be very talented in magic, "the young elf replied.
"Very talented half-elf?" Yngwie raised an eyebrow as he turned to the young elf, and asked, "Which two great magic casters took her in as a disciple?"
"Fire Lord Crassus and Frost Lord Julian," the half-elf hurriedly replied.
"How … How is that possible?!" Yngwie's eyes widened. As a 7th-tier magic caster, even though he was several hundred years older than Crassus and Julian, he was still considered to be at the pinnacle of the magic world.
The battle between ice and fire had been going on for close to 100 years, and the outcome had yet to be decided. Now, they had taken in the same disciple!
The last person they had begged to take in as a disciple was Princess Irina. She had become a 10th-tier magic caster at the age of 26, which was a testament to Krassu and Urien's foresight. Now, they were fighting to take in this half-elf girl as their disciple. How terrifying was her magic talent?
"Where's the restaurant?" Yngwie asked.
The elf had never seen such an expression on Yngwie's face before, and he hurriedly replied, "It's on the westernmost side of the Aden Square. It's that restaurant in the corner."
Yngwie's expression returned to normal, and he said with a serious expression, "Continue to keep an eye on Miss Sally and ensure her safety, but don't let her discover your existence. If she discovers you, run away immediately. Don't get involved with her."
"Yes!" The elf hurriedly nodded before drawing a circle with his wand under his black robe. A burst of green light erupted from his body, and he disappeared on the spot, completely concealing himself.
"Third Young Master has already gotten up. He should be here in a few days …" Yngwie took another look at the direction of the hotel before turning around and leaving.
…
Meg agreed that a man with good cooking skills could conquer a woman's stomach.
However, Meg felt that it was a bit far-fetched to say that a chef could conquer the world with food alone.
"System, did you lower the IQ of this world?" Meg tried asking.
"The system doesn't have the authority to do that. Even the Heavenly Dao can't do that. Lowering the IQ of this world is an irreversible action. Once the IQ of this world is lowered, those with low IQ will become mentally retarded. Furthermore, once the IQ of this world is out of balance, the world will be unable to continue functioning, and the world will collapse …" the system replied with a serious expression.
"If you didn't lower the IQ of this world, then why did you give me such a completely illogical goal?" Meg pursed his lips, and said, "Perhaps you can change it to conquering this world's stomach."
"Food is the most important thing to people. Host, if you can conquer this world's stomach, then theoretically speaking, you'll be their Heavenly Dao!" The system's voice was still impassioned.
"System … Did you read a pirated dictionary of idioms? The 'food' here refers to food that can fill one's stomach, not delicious food. After 100 years of peaceful development on the Norland Continent, there aren't many people left who can't fill their stomachs. Besides, they can't afford to eat restaurant food. "Meg couldn't help but chuckle.
"Even so, as a candidate for the God of Cookery, how can you go far on the path of becoming the God of Cookery if you don't have lofty ideals and ambitions? So, young man, conquer this world's stomach! "The system's attempt to twist the idiom had failed, but it still refused to give up.
"I've been away for half my life, and I'm already a middle-aged man when I come back. Don't pretend to be a young man." Mag pursed his lips and locked the restaurant's door. However, after being fooled by the system, his originally calm heart really was stirred up a little. Conquering the world was a little difficult, but conquering this world's stomach did seem to be an interesting thing.
Giant dragons went crazy over delicious food, elves fell in love with skewers, demons lined up to munch on roujiamos, and more interesting customers came to his door to be conquered by delicious food. Just the thought of it was interesting.
"Haagen-Dazs ice cream set meal … Have I ever complained about this before? I don't recall ever complaining about it. " Meg went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. His brows furrowed as he thought for a while, but he really couldn't remember if he had complained about it before. He didn't know what the system would ask for.
Just as Meg was about to go upstairs for a nap, someone knocked on the door. "Is anyone home?"
"The restaurant is closed for the day," Meg said. He wasn't going to open the door.
"Mr. Mak, is it? I'm Haider, the vice-principal of the Chaos School's School of Mechanical Engineering. I'm not here to eat; I have something to ask you, "the voice quickly said.
"What can I do for you, Principal Haider?" Meg opened the door with a glass of water in one hand. He was surprised to see a half-bald Haider with a black briefcase under his arm.
Meg had a good memory. He naturally remembered that when he was taking Amy to class two days ago, this vice-principal of the School of Mechanical Engineering, who looked like a research-oriented scholar, had studied his bicycle and invited him to his office for a chat. However, he had refused, saying that he had to go back to cook. He didn't expect that he would come to him himself today.
Hydle turned to Mag with a smile, and said, "It's like this. When I saw your bicycle the other day, I couldn't help but be struck by a sense of awe. We've been researching a steam-powered device for the past few years, but we've run into a bottleneck. Would you be willing to share some ideas with us?"
"Steam engine?" Meg raised an eyebrow as he looked at Haider with surprise. This world was still in the era of manual factories that relied on human and animal labor, and industrial development was still in the embryonic stage.
However, if the steam engine was invented and used in daily life, there would soon be an industrial revolution, and the entire world would officially enter the age of steam.
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