Chapter 509
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Sally's emotions gradually calmed down as she looked into Meg's eyes. She hesitated momentarily before asking, "What do you think is true freedom?"
Meg looked at Sally and thought for a moment before nodding. "The freedom I think is the right to choose. No matter what other people think, as long as it's my own choice, I think that's the freedom I want."
"The right to choose?" A contemplative look appeared on Sally's face. She thought back to the elves who were doing heavy work in the major families. They had no choice when they were assigned or even captured by the major families. They also had no choice when the nobles made them work. They didn't even have the right to choose whether they wanted to leave or stay.
"So, they're not free." Sally's heart sank even further. She had already thought of this answer the night before, but she just didn't want to admit it.
Sally was silent for a moment before turning to Meg. "Which is more important between safety and freedom?"
Meg thought for a moment before replying, "I think this question should be asked to those who choose. Different people will have different answers. Some people are willing to give up a certain amount of freedom for safety, but there are also people who would rather be in danger than be restricted. There are two choices, and those who can make their own choices are free."
In this world, there were always some people who liked the feeling of death accompanying them like the wind.
Sally nodded with a thoughtful expression before falling silent again. She looked down at the patterns on the table as if she were thinking about something.
Meg withdrew his gaze from Sally and didn't say anything else. Everyone would have different answers to the question of freedom based on their own experiences and thoughts. It was a question with no right or wrong answer.
Safety, responsibility, obligation, morality... these always conflicted with freedom. Living in this world, there was no one who was truly free. It was the best state to find a comfortable place among these things that could bring freedom to others.
Of course, only through self-discipline could one achieve freedom.
Meg didn't try to convince Sally as he didn't even know what kind of situation Sally was in. Furthermore, he didn't think that Sally would be conflicted about something like this after her confrontation with Blour the night before.
Yabemiya looked at Sally with a concerned expression, but she didn't think she could say anything better. As such, she could only look on with an anxious expression.
Sally was thinking about something the entire morning, while Yabemiya was being taught by Meg how to make the perfect ice cream.
Yabemiya's cooking talent wasn't very good, but her serious attitude and unyielding spirit were very satisfying to Meg.
All of the ice creams that he had failed to make during practice were all placed in a separate compartment in the fridge. After all, each ice cream cost several dozens of copper coins, and it would be too much of a waste to just throw them away. but he was worried that his stomach would be unable to stomach, so he could only put them in the fridge.. he had already decided what he was going to do with them.
"Boss, is it alright this time?" Yabemiya carefully cradled the ice cream cone in her hands as if it were a priceless treasure, and she turned to Mag with an expectant expression. The two snowballs were perfectly joined together, and there were no signs of misalignment at all. It appeared to be an extremely perfect creation.
Mag shook his head, and said, "No, the positions of the snowballs are still a little off. The two snowballs aren't completely aligned at the center of the circle. In that case, the direction in which the ice cream melts and slides down will be slightly off."
"Is that so?" Yabemiya's expression immediately crumbled. She couldn't see any deviation in the positioning of the two snowballs at all. She looked at the dozen or so ice creams in the fridge, and turned to Meg with a dejected and self-reproachful expression as she asked, "Boss, am I stupid? I wasted so much ice cream, but I still can't make it?"
"If a woman as talented as Mia is stupid, then wouldn't I be stupid after having to make over 100 ice creams to reach your current level?" Meg countered with a smile.
"Really?" A glimmer of hope reappeared in Yabemiya's eyes as she looked at Meg with incredulity.
"Yes, you've already done very well. However, Mamy's provides its customers with the highest quality food, so you have to do your best. Only then can the food appear on the tables of our customers. This is the rule of our restaurant, and it's also the most basic requirement." Meg nodded with a smile. He felt as if he had been possessed by the system when he was being strict. It was just that the system wouldn't gently pour him chicken soup when he failed.
"I understand." Yabemiya nodded earnestly as she looked at Meg with a gaze full of respect. For a chef and restaurant owner like Meg, such an attitude was truly worthy of respect.
"Host, do you need a chicken soup service? The System has collected 50,000 of the world's most classic types of chicken soups for you. Every time you fail, it will never repeat the same type of chicken soups for you. Each one only costs 1 copper coin. If you activate it now, you can even enjoy the first 500 of them for free. "The System's voice rang out, accompanied by the festive background music of 'dong dong dong dong dong qiang'.
"There's such a thing?" Meg raised his eyebrows. He didn't think that the system would go to such lengths to make money.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for receiving a chicken soup encouragement trial. The host will receive a free trial of ten of the system's best chicken soups. Would the host like to try it now? "The system's voice sounded again.
"Let's hear it?" Meg tried asking.
"If you do your best with all your heart,
You might not even be as good as someone else's. "
"Failure isn't scary.
What's scary is that you still believe in it. "
"When you think you're ugly, poor, and worthless, don't despair.
Don't despair, at least your judgment is correct. "
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"Scram!!!" Meg rolled his eyes in his heart. This damned system was simply poisonous. It actually poisoned the chicken soup and fed it to him one mouthful at a time.
Mag took out an eggshell, and made a mocha ice cream. The two snowballs were perfectly joined together, and the centers of the conical eggshell and the two snowballs were aligned in a straight line. It was like a perfect piece of art.
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