"Phew …"
After finishing the last piece of fish, Fox lay sprawled on the table with his entire body soaked in sweat. He felt as if all of his energy had been sapped away, and he couldn't even hold onto his chopsticks anymore. He was like a salted fish that had lost all of its dreams.
"How could this flavor be so impactful … I … I can't control myself!" Fox raised his head to look at Meg, who was standing at the entrance of the kitchen with a smile on his face. His eyes narrowed slightly as he murmured to himself, "Could it be that this guy spiked this dish to exact revenge for what happened in front of the restaurant?"
In any case, Fox felt as if he were completely immobilized. Even when he was in battle, he had never felt as powerless as he was right now.
"Double insanely spicy. Most people won't be able to handle it, and most dragons won't be able to handle it either." Meg looked at the tear-stained Fox with a smile on his face, and he was in a very good mood.
He didn't force him to eat it; he was the one who had finished it, so there was no way he would be blamed for it.
"Wow! This is so delicious! Give me another large spicy grilled fish! I want the insanely spicy version again! If only I could get you a barrel of beer. Do you sell any beer here, Boss? "Havid slammed his chopsticks onto the table with an excited expression as he turned to Meg.
"My apologies, but the restaurant doesn't sell any beer at the moment." Meg shook his head. He was actually quite supportive of the idea of pairing grilled fish with beer, but the system hadn't given him the recipe yet.
"I see. That's a pity." Havid was a little disappointed, but his eyes immediately lit up as he glanced at the menu beside him. "By the way, I saw that ice cream on the menu; is it made from ice? Can you give me one? "
"Ice cream isn't made from ice, but it is. There are four flavors to choose from; what flavor would you like?" Meg shook his head as he looked at Havid, who was still engulfed in flames. Just the thought of seeing a huge man on fire eating ice cream was extremely impactful.
"Any flavor is fine. I just want to have some ice to soothe my throat before having a spicy grilled fish," Havid replied with a nonchalant wave of his hand.
"Okay, please wait a moment." Meg nodded and turned to enter the kitchen.
"Blueberry ice cream, please enjoy." Yabemiya quickly made his way over to Havid with an ice cream cone in hand.
"This is ice cream? It looks a little small, and I can finish it in one bite, but it really is iced. "Havid accepted the ice cream before inspecting it.
Scorching temperatures swept through the air, and the two ice cream balls that were stacked on top of each other immediately melted.
"They're that weak?" Havid raised an eyebrow as he prepared to bite off one of the balls.
"Uncle Pyro, you can't eat ice cream like that. You have to lick it. If you eat it with big bites, you won't be able to taste the delicious flavor of the ice cream," Amy hurriedly warned.
"Is that so?" Havid was a little skeptical, but he still obediently stuck out his tongue to lick the melting ice cream.
"This feeling!"
Havid's eyes widened as the snow-like ice cream slowly melted on his tongue. The pleasant sensation of the ice cream slowly extinguished the scorching heat brought about by the spicy grilled fish, and a sweet and sour sensation swept through his body like a gentle breeze, making him feel extremely comfortable, and he involuntarily closed his eyes.
He saw a petite Amethyst Dragon resting on a cliff. She raised her proud neck and let out a soft chant with her eyes half-closed. Her voice was so cute and enchanting. Even if it was just a meaningless chant, he was still intoxicated.
After that, he accidentally made a sound, and she was roused from her sleep. She turned around to look at him with a hint of surprise and wariness in her eyes before flying away.
That was the first and only time they had met. He didn't get a chance to ask for her name, nor did he know where she lived, but the image of that purple figure singing with her head held high was etched deeply into his heart.
In that instant, he suddenly understood what that feeling was. Perhaps this was what they called love, or perhaps it was what humans often referred to as … love at first sight?
"Uncle Pyro, your ice cream is melting," Amy reminded.
Havid hurriedly opened his eyes and licked the ice cream that was about to drip off. He enjoyed the sweet and sour flavor spreading through his mouth as he licked the ice cream with a blissful expression. He turned to Amy with a smile, and said, "You're absolutely right, little girl. Licking the ice cream is the correct way to eat it; it's so delicious."
Even though she's an Purple Crystal Dragon, perhaps I can visit her on Purple Crystal Island and ask for her name when I get back. At the very least, I won't have any regrets. Havid thought to himself as he licked the ice cream, and a faint blush appeared on his face.
"Uncle Pyro looks really cute eating ice cream. Father, can Amy have some ice cream as well?" Amy turned to Meg as she asked.
"Of course. What flavor would Amy like?" Meg nodded with a smile. He looked at Havid, whose entire body was engulfed in flames, but he was carefully licking the ice cream in his hand. It was indeed quite an adorable sight.
"Vanilla. Amy hasn't had vanilla ice cream before," Amy replied in a matter-of-fact manner.
"Alright, I'll make it for you." Meg patted Amy's head with a smile before entering the restaurant.
Everyone was immersed in the delicious food, and they enjoyed an unprecedented feast.
Demons and giant dragons weren't proficient in cooking, and most of the time, they didn't even have the concept of cooking.
However, the food that Meg had made today had completely upended their worldview. It turned out that food could become so delicious after being cooked. It was completely different from eating it raw!
"Burp …"
A burp sounded in the dining hall. Then, as if it was contagious, the entire dining hall was filled with burps. Even the two civil officials in charge of recording were burping with satisfaction while rubbing their round bellies.
"City Lord Michael, if the conference continues tomorrow, will it still be held in this restaurant?" Dracula asked.
Everyone else also turned to Michael upon hearing that.
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