Chapter 1193: Please Recruit Some Delivery Staff As Soon As Possible
Mag looked at Connie, who was crying piteously with trembling white cat ears and almost kneeling to him, and began to feel bad.
Even though this girl was rather ditzy and silly, she seemed to be rather stupidly adorable.
However, did he really look so scary?
Didn’t he behave exactly like a perfect caring gentleman earlier?
He rescued her, gave her warm clothes, gave her drinks, and cooked for her. One couldn’t find another man like this out of Mamy Restaurant, and this fellow was so scared that she burst into tears?
Alright. He didn’t have to get upset if a woman with a kooky brain couldn’t appreciate his rare qualities as a good-quality man.
And, from her illogical pleas, he understood that she apparently had a psychological trauma of him because of the tap.
Mag: “┓( ́∀` )┏”
What can I do? Its name is really “water head dragon”.
“Alright. I am not interested in your head. I am afraid I will get poisoned by it,” Mag said with a resigned smile as he pulled Connie, who was going to collapse to the floor as she cried, up and tossed her back onto a chair.
“Really?” Connie quit crying instantly, but she still gazed at Mag suspiciously.
“I am Mag, the owner of this restaurant. This is a prim and proper restaurant, not some tourist trap.” Mag nodded as he pulled out a chair and sat across Connie. He continued, “Furthermore, your head is the most worthless part of your body.”
“Then, you are interested in my body?” Connie grasped her clothes and gasped in fright.
“Don’t worry. I am not interested in you. I am afraid my line will die out because my descendents are too stupid otherwise.” Mag sighed. This dumb maiden was really one of a kind.
“Then I am relieved.” Connie heaved a breath of relief, and a smile returned to her face.
“What is your name? Why were those orcs pursuing you?” Mag asked Connie, who picked up the chopsticks again.
“I am Connie, from Twilight Forest. Those are bad guys. They wanted to catch me and hand me over to a big bad egg,” Connie said weakly. Her eyes reddened as she was reminded of something.
Even though the information that she provided with her words was negligible, Mag didn’t have the heart to pursue it. He got up, and said, “Go on if you are still hungry. I’ll cook some noodles for you.”
“Mm-hm,” Connie answered as she looked at Mag who walked to the kitchen. In this case, he might not be a bad guy. Her gaze returned to the fish head in front of her. The tender white flesh looked rather tantalizing. They usually roasted their fish in her tribe, and the fish heads were discarded. She didn’t expect someone would deliberately make a dish with the fish head.
She put a piece of fish into her mouth. The tender fish meat glided in smoothly with a hint of the sour and spicy taste. The fat and tender flesh melted in her mouth as soon as she bit down gently. The roasted fish that she had had before couldn’t compare to this fish’s delicate texture and fresh taste.
She felt as if she was a fish that had leaped into a huge pool filled with the red chopped chilli. She welcomed this beautiful taste ecstatically.
“This fish head is simply too delicious!”
Connie opened her eyes in surprise, and put another piece of fish into her mouth. She didn’t have to worry about bones, and simply felt the fish’s scrumptious taste.
If he could make such delicious food, he most probably isn’t a bad guy? Connie made time to glance at the kitchen as she became more and more certain in her heart.
When Connie was almost done with the fish head, Mag came out with a bowl of rice vermicelli. The rice vermicelli wasn’t in a broth, and was simply sprinkled with chopped green scallions. He scooped a few spoonfuls of the gravy of the Steamed Fish Head with Diced Hot Red Peppers, and drizzled them over the rice vermicelli. The white rice vermicelli became red instantly, and a spicy and sour aroma greeted her nose.
“Eat.” Mag placed the rice vermicelli in front of Connie.
“Thank you,” Connie said with grat.i.tude. She hadn’t had a full meal after the rebellion happened and she escaped alone. Mag, who she had just met, made her a meal that was so delicious and substantial. It really touched her.
The rice vermicelli was soaked with the gravy and it tasted marvellous, like a match made in heaven!
With soft sucking sounds, Connie swiftly finished the whole bowl of rice vermicelli.
“Burp~”
Connie released a burp and smiled with satisfaction. It was simply too blissful to feel full!
All this felt like a dream, and she was suddenly afraid she would just wake up from it.
Why would something like this happen? A handsome man suddenly appeared when she had nowhere to go and saved her. He even brought her home and cooked a delicious meal for her.
Am I really dreaming? How would such delicious food exist in the real world? Connie lamented in her heart. It seemed like she was really starving, and could only dream up such delicious food and a perfect man.
She raised her eyes to look at Mag, feeling very much relaxed instantaneously.
Since this was just her dream, she didn’t have to be nervous.
“Thank you for making so much good food for me.” Connie looked at Mag and stood up slowly. As she unb.u.t.toned her top, she said, “Father said we, orcs, must repay the kindness shown to us. But, I have nothing to repay you with right now. I can only offer this virginal body that I have kept for 16 years—”
Mag used his finger to flick Connie’s forehead as she pulled her tattered top apart. He said with resignation, “What are you doing?”
“Ouch! It hurts!” Connie covered her forehead and took a step back. She piteously said, “W-why are you hitting me?
“Huh? It hurts! That means… this is not a dream!!!” Connie reacted suddenly. She blushed as she looked at her open collar. She quickly pulled it close in a panic.
My heavens! This is actually real! I am not dreaming! What was I doing? What should I do now… Connie wished the ground would open up and swallow her. It was so embarra.s.sing.
A woman indeed is capable of anything if she is brainless. Mag sighed in his heart. He was going to give up on this woman. It was simply too tiring.
“Ding! New mission: in order to provide a better dining experience and serve those customers who are not able to dine at the restaurant for some special reasons, could the Host open up the restaurant’s takeaway service and recruit some delivery staff as soon as possible? You are required to complete your first order within the first two days!
“Mission reward: one recipe for double-flavor hot pot! Punishment for mission failure: -1 strength point!”
Right at this moment, the system’s voice appeared in Mag’s head.