"Well, it seems like Mr. Mak really went on a long trip this time. I've been waiting at the door for a whole day, but I haven't seen him or the little owner."
"Although Mr. Mak wrote a leave request, I'm still so angry! If I were his boss, I would never allow him to leave! "
"Five days! Heavens, will I be able to live until Boss Mag comes back?! "
"Put down your biscuit before you talk."
At the door of Mamy's, a few customers were looking at the leave request on the door. They were all crestfallen and disappointed.
"Let's go. Mr. Mak is a man of his word. If he says he'll be back in five days, then even if he comes back on the fourth day, he won't open until the fifth day. I'm going to an ice cream shop to get some ice cream to soothe my broken heart." Harrison got into the carriage with his hand over his heart, looking hurt.
"Boss, what should we do? Mr. Mak isn't home. I don't think we can eat the holy roujiamo. "
Mond asked Sargeras with a conflicted expression as he carried a large sack. The other lava demons also had similar expressions.
Sargeras looked at the closed door of the restaurant, and rubbed his bald head as he loudly said, "Well, we have to understand Boss Mag. The third batch of warriors from our tribe will be here in a few days. Let's take this opportunity to save some money so that we can treat them with the most sumptuous roujiamo."
"What shall we eat tonight?" Kiel asked.
Sargeras thought for a moment, then waved his hand. "Let's go. Let's eat chicken tonight."
…
In a big blacksmith's shop in Aden Square, strong dwarven blacksmiths were swinging heavy hammers and forging weapons. The temperature was hot, and the sound of hammering was endless.
Cyril was napping on the table in the next room with cotton in his ears. He was not affected by the noise at all.
At this moment, a young man who looked like a butler walked in quickly. He stood by the table and said excitedly, "Young Master, according to the news from Blue Suede, they haven't even sold a single piece of clothing. Furthermore, other than the workers who tidy up the warehouse, they've also hired more than ten tailors to make clothes in the shop at the same time. Furthermore, they're paying double the salary. Just hiring these tailors costs a lot of money a day. Blue Suede is getting more and more unable to make ends meet."
"What?" Cyril pulled the cotton out of his ears and stood up.
The butler said excitedly, "The Suede is still losing money, but we've received two big orders since you took over. As long as we can finish the work on time, we'll make at least a million copper coins after deducting the salary. We'll win this profit competition!"
"Great!" Cyril clapped his hands happily. He paced around the room and said to himself excitedly, "Gloria, let's see how you're going to compete with me! The Moreton Manor will always be mine. When I succeed the throne, I'll banish your whole family from the manor … "
…
Mag felt that it would be very difficult for him to become a saint in this life as he was still unable to calmly discuss how to be a good fish with a person who had just been dissing him like a madman and wanting nothing more than to stomp on him. Then, he had to pat his head like a life coach and tell him that the future was his.
Therefore, after saying those words, he looked at Matthew's face, which had just faded, and became rosy again. He felt a lot better.
Matthew glowered at Mag with a blush on his face, and his clenched fists were trembling. He had already lowered himself to the extreme. Even back when he had begged the head chef of the Mobo Fish Restaurant to teach him how to cook fish, he had only lowered himself to this level. However, 10 years later, he had repaid all of the humiliation he had suffered.
However, what right did Meg have to turn him down?
He was clearly just a little bit away from success. If he could tell him the secret, he would definitely be able to cook a fish that was even more delicious than his and make the second prince fall in love with his fish again.
Meg looked at Matthew with a smile, and said, "My apologies, but I don't accept disciples who are too old and don't have any talent. If you don't mind, can you stand a little further away? You're interrupting my meal."
Matthew gritted his teeth as he looked at Meg with a cold expression, and said, "Hmph! Life is full of ups and downs; don't look down on me just because I'm old and poor. Today, I'll make a three-year agreement with you. Three years from now, we'll have a cooking contest in Rodu, and we'll compete in cooking fish! "
Mag rubbed his glabella with a speechless expression, and said, "Uncle, don't play the main character. You're obviously not the main character at all. Three years later, people might have already forgotten about you."
"I … I …" Matthew's face became redder and redder, and it was as if he were about to spit fire.
Meg wore a serious expression as he said, "I still suggest that you cook a chicken. Look at your disposition; you're so close to a fire chicken. Perhaps you'll be able to come up with some new inspiration and cook the legendary Ken Beat Chicken."
"I'll be waiting for you in Rodu in three years. If you don't come, then I'll announce to the entire world that you're inferior to me as a chicken … Ptui, as a fish!" Matthew turned and left.
"I'm being serious here. You really are suited to cook a chicken." Meg didn't forget to yell at Matthew's departing figure.
Matthew almost stumbled as he made his way to the door. He only managed to steady himself by grabbing onto the door frame before departing with an enraged look on his face.
Everyone in the restaurant was looking at Meg with unfriendly expressions. This guy from Chaos City was simply too despicable; how could he use such a method to force Matthew to leave? Everyone felt as if they had a common enemy, and were ready to retaliate at any moment.
However, after Matthew left, Meg lost interest in the other chefs. He enjoyed a hearty dinner with Amy, and only then did he take Amy back to the living quarters that had been arranged for them.
These things were going to be used in the royal palace the day after tomorrow, and Meg wasn't sure if there would be any villains who would try to plot against him. He wasn't prepared to sacrifice his life for this trip, so he naturally had to be careful.
…
In the bushes outside Amy's, a black-robed man said to Seuss in a low voice, "Captain, according to our investigation, the owner of this restaurant is around 30 years old. He came here over three years ago, and he has a half-elf daughter who's around four years old. According to our recent investigation, he's the best match for Alex."
"Where is he?" Seuss gripped his staff tightly under his loose robe.
"I've already investigated, and the owner of this restaurant and his daughter left for Rodu with Ambassador Cayrols this morning. It seems that His Highness has something to do with this," the black-robed man replied.
"They went to Rodu?" A hint of surprise appeared in Seuss's voice. After a brief silence, he shook his head, and said, "I'll report this to His Highness. Keep a close eye on this restaurant, and report back to me immediately if you discover anything."
…
The Wind Forest
The bright moon hung high in the sky.
The melodious sound of a flute rang out, and a snowy white deer galloped out from the depths of the forest. A pair of translucent wings appeared on its back, and it rose into the air as a river of stars appeared beneath its feet.
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