"Tell me, how much does a grilled fish recipe cost? I'm a man who can earn over a hundred million a year now. "Meg wasn't flustered in the slightest as he asked internally.
"100000 gold coins," the system replied in a calm voice.
Meg's hand immediately stiffened as he held onto his spoon. "System, how much did you say?"
"100000 gold coins," the system repeated.
"Holy f * ck!!! System, are you trying to rob me? You're selling a grilled fish recipe for 10,000,000 gold coins? Will I be able to fly if I eat this grilled fish? "Meg couldn't help but roar internally. What kind of f * cking price was this? It was simply unacceptable!
"Host, the recipe is a reward item, so it can't be bought or sold under normal circumstances. If the host wants to force a trade, then the price will naturally be slightly higher than normal," the system replied in a calm voice.
"Slightly higher? How the f * ck is that considered slightly higher? I've been working so hard from dawn to dusk, yet I only earn 500,000 gold coins a day. You're asking for too much! "Meg grumbled with a reluctant expression." 50000 gold coins, that's all I can go. "
"100000 gold coins, non-negotiable." The system remained unmoved.
Meg began to calculate in his heart. There was no way he could afford 100000 gold coins right now. Even if he did have 50000 gold coins, he would have to save them for at least 10 days.
Furthermore, it was a little painful to spend so much money on a recipe. If he continued to save up, he would be able to buy a strength point.
"Alright, then I won't buy it. Write the spicy grilled fish on the wheel for me. Perhaps I'll get lucky and get it myself." Mag had also regained his composure, and he spoke in an unhurried manner.
"Do your best, host. There are even more rewarding missions waiting for you!" the system's enticing voice sounded.
"Amy learned the Flames of Extreme Frost today. What magic do you want to learn next?" Meg asked as he looked at Amy curiously. Compared to Crassus' melee magic, Julian's magic seemed to be more interesting.
Amy shook her head. "Master Turtle Shell said that I only need to learn this spell for the next two days. In the future, this spell can become many different spells, so this spell is the most important."
"I see." Meg nodded. Even though he didn't really understand what Amy was saying, Crassus had to have his reasons for saying that. In the field of ice magic, no one on the entire Norland Continent was better than him.
Ugly Duckling had slipped down from the counter on its own. Although it was a little frightened, it wasn't really hurt. It was already hugging Amy's leg coquettishly, trying to regain her favor.
"Ugly Duckling, you have to be braver. If you don't even dare to climb up the counter, then that won't do. Look at Big Sister Xixi, she can run up and down the wall. You're too weak." Amy looked down at Ugly Duckling with an exasperated expression.
"Meow ~" Ugly Duckling looked at Amy with an aggrieved expression as if it were saying that it was still a baby.
"Hmph, who isn't a baby? I'm not afraid of heights at all." Amy pursed her lips. She didn't buy that at all.
Ugly Duckling looked at Amy, and then at the counter. It hesitated for a moment before it turned to face the counter, bent down, and then sped up toward the counter.
"Splat ~"
Ugly Duckling sped up and slammed its head into the counter. It jumped less than half a meter high, and then slowly slid down the counter with its face pressed against the wall. It looked up at the sky with a look of despair.
"Sigh, so be it. Looks like you won't be able to become a white swan for the rest of your life." Amy sighed as she withdrew her gaze and continued to eat.
Meg couldn't help but shake his head with a smile upon seeing this. It really wasn't going to be easy for Ugly Duckling to become a white swan.
Outside the restaurant, the sweet and savory factions had become a lot more harmonious after the issue of the rankings had been resolved. They didn't fight as fiercely as they had in the morning.
Due to the effect of the rankings, some customers were also curious about the new faces in the top 30 of the Aden Square food rankings. They were surprised to see the long line at the entrance of the restaurant, but also a little expectant, so they joined the long line.
Although many customers were deterred by the price of the dishes, which were far higher than that of normal restaurants, there were still many customers who ordered the relatively cheaper roujiamo and tofu pudding because of the irresistible aroma.
It was exactly because of this that many of the regular customers couldn't eat the limited tofu pudding.
There was nothing Meg could do to help. 800 servings of tofu pudding per day was already his limit. If he wanted to provide more, he would have to improve his constitution and cook more efficiently.
After a busy lunch, Meg went to the Catering Association's counter under the magic screen and bought 10,000 tickets. It was a little painful to spend so much, but judging from the current situation, he had to ensure that at least one dish made it into the top 30, so he couldn't stop selling tickets for the time being.
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The next day, the rankings were released, and the braised chicken and rice and roujiamo were still firmly in the 29th and 30th places. However, the tofu pudding, which had originally been in the 99th and 100th places, had already made it into the top 50, taking 47th and 48th places respectively after the sweet and savory factions reached an agreement.
A restaurant that had four dishes in the top 50 attracted a lot of attention. It had been a long time since such a powerful restaurant had appeared.
"Sh … Sh * t … It's still in 31st place. Gasp … That bastard … I … I'm going to avenge him!" Ricky clenched his fists tightly as he stared at the rankings with his swollen face.
"B … Boss, let's go back first. There seem to be a lot of their people here," the waiter with bruised eyes said in a soft voice. The shop assistant with dark circles under his eyes said softly. Looking left and right at the unfriendly gazes that were directed at him, even his calves were trembling slightly.
"Let's go." Ricky's expression also changed slightly. He was really scared after the beating he had received the day before. Those people really didn't hold back in the slightest, and if he were to be beaten again, he most likely wouldn't be able to get out of bed.
"Boss, are we going back?" The waiter only dared to raise his voice after they were far away from the crowd.
"No, we're going to the Aden Chamber of Commerce." Ricky shook his head as he got into a horse-drawn carriage. He spat, "They dared to beat me up, so they have to pay the price. I've already reported what happened yesterday; let's go see what the chamber of commerce will give us."
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"Boss Ricky, we're already aware of what happened, and we're currently discussing a specific solution. It's just as you said; you were the one who tried to barge into the restaurant, but the owner of the restaurant opened the door and knocked you flying. After that, you were beaten up by all of the customers. In that case, Mamy's isn't at fault, and you don't even know who the customer who beat you up was. As such, it's clearly unrealistic to think that the Gray Temple and the city lord's castle can use this incident against Mamy's." In a guest hall of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, Mars looked at the enraged Ricky with a resigned expression.
"So we were beaten up for nothing? Besides, we paid a guarantee of 30th place, yet our restaurant is only in 31st place because of this restaurant; isn't the chamber of commerce going to give us an explanation? "Ricky clenched his fists.
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