Chapter 1492: Boohoohoo. Princess, Don’t Die…
“Erm…” Harris held his breath and looked at Amy seriously. He didn’t know what expression he should display at that moment.
He, who had just regrown his hair, was about to welcome the second spring of his life. He didn’t expect to meet with a life crisis so soon.
But he simply couldn’t get angry looking at that little one. After considering seriously for a while, he found it to be rather apt, and he suddenly felt a little aggrieved.
“Pfft… This t.i.tle is rather cute.”
“Hahaha. What an adorable nickname. This Little Boss is so cute.”
The customers at the door were all tickled into laughter by Amy.
This little one is really very adorable. Scheer was also watching Amy with smiley eyes. She only had a few fleeting glances at this little girl when she came to the restaurant previously. Amy was indeed very adorable, and had an interesting character.
However, who could her mother be? Her mother has to be a very beautiful elf to have such a beautiful little elf? Scheer thought curiously, and a few elven candidates popped up in her mind.
The first to be ruled out was Princess Irina. Although she, too, was extremely beautiful, she was Alex’s official mate after all. Hence, it was obviously impossible between her and Mag.
As for the others, she ruled them out one by one too. At that moment, she no longer had any suitable candidates.
“Old Harris who has just regrown his hair, bye bye. I’m going in first.” Amy smilingly waved to Harris before knocking on the door and calling out. The restaurant’s door soon opened to let her in.
A short while later, she came out with a little stool and a beggar’s chicken thigh that was piping hot in her hand. She allowed the aroma to emanate. She sat on the steps and raised the chicken thigh to show everyone before she smilingly said, “I have a chicken thigh to eat.”
“Ow.”
Then, she opened her mouth wide to take a big bite of the thigh with a blissful look on her face. She swayed left and right gently on her little stool as if she was eating the most scrumptious food in the world.
Gulp~
The sound of gulping could be heard in the lines instantly.
Everyone had a miserable and helpless expression. They had been already badly tortured during the duel; they didn’t expect to be further tortured when they were lining up.
“Life’s too hard on me…” Harrison said with sorrow as he caressed his tummy.
Many customers nodded in agreement.
Although watching Little Boss eat was a very apetizing affair, it was actually a torture to the customers who were starving now.
“Meow~”
Ugly Duckling stretched out its pinkish paws, and placed them gently on Amy’s legs. It was looking at her with antic.i.p.ation.
Amy looked down at Ugly Duckling and pondered. After a moment, she tore a strip of chicken, and gave it to it. “Alright. I’ll give you a small piece, and that’s your lunch for today.”
Ugly Duckling that received the chicken ecstatically was suddenly stunned, and stared at Amy with widening eyes. Are you the devil?
“Weight loss meals are all like this. Be good,” Amy replied with a smile, and then continued to munch on her chicken thigh.
The customers who were initially slightly envious were all giving Ugly Duckling piteous looks. However, this kitten looked small, but it indeed looked rather fat. It was already becoming an orange ball.
Lunch became Kra.s.su, Harris, and Jeffree’s senior citizens’ gathering.
Mag naturally didn’t have any objection to this. After all, they were paying, and it wasn’t against the rules.
However, Mag didn’t release the “husband and wife lung slice” for lunch, and “Buddha jumps over the wall” wasn’t available, either. That caused many customers to complain.
“The ‘husband and wife lung slice’ is still in adjustment, and will be released at the appropriate time.” Mag gave the same answer repeatedly. As for the ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’, that was only available for dinner service.
After the lunch service was over, Mag went to the door, and was about to close it when he saw Harris and his disciples still standing at the door.
Mag went out, and puzzledly asked Harris, “What are you doing?”
“This is called respecting my master. Master was busy in the kitchen, so I didn’t go in to bid my farewell to you.” Harris chuckled.
“It’s just a joke. Master Harris didn’t have to take it seriously. If we talk about culinary skills, you’re much better than me. If we talk about experience, you’re even a master with tons of it. I can’t accept you calling me master.” Mag quickly waved his hands. He knew very well he would be a fool if he really tried to teach Harris to cook.
“This cannot do. I have to admit my defeat. You won, so you should be my master.” Harris shook his head as he seriously said to Mag, “Even though experience counts in cooking, every chef has their forte. It doesn’t mean I am better when I have more experience. This is not right.
“Every chef can be my teacher, and I learned my culinary skills from them. From you, I have seen many things worth learning. Hence, this isn’t just a simple bet, it’s me asking for advice sincerely.”
Mag looked at Harris’ serious expression, and was suddenly reminded of a tall and strapping great historical figure. He bowed with cupped fists. “I look forward to your guidance too.”
Smile appeared on Harris’ face again, and he asked Mag, “I wonder when Master is going to teach me the dish ‘husband and wife lung slice’?”
“Tomorrow’s morning then. My restaurant employees and I haven’t had our lunch yet.” Mag smiled.
“That’s fine too.” Harris nodded before leaving with all his disciples.
“Did you feel rather smug after taking a disciple who is twice your age?” Irina smilingly asked as she stood behind Mag with a chicken thigh.
“It’s alright. It’s a little weird.” Mag turned to look at her with a smile. “I’ve heard you bet quite a sum on me today.”
Irina’s eyes lit up as she chuckled. “I would’ve forgotten about it if you hadn’t mentioned it. I got to bring someone with me to collect the money later. I wonder if those gambling dens got my money ready? I bet 300,000,000[1] on you.”
“300,000,000.” Mag was speechless. Fortunately, he refrained from betting on himself, otherwise those gambling dens’ bosses would’ve gone blind from all the tears they would have shed.
“It will be the best if they have this understanding, or else it won’t be too nice to get all physical on people’s territory when I have just arrived.”
“Let’s eat. We’re all hungry.” Mag closed the restaurant’s door, and walked to the table of dishes with Irina. They had been too busy in the morning, and their lunch was pushed back to after the service.
After their lunch, Irina brought Firis out to collect the wagers.
“Princess, t-this is my first time collecting wagers. What should I do to look more professional?” Firis asked nervously as she trailed after Irina.
“Just be fiercer,” Irina replied casually.
“Fiercer?”
Irina halted, and turned to say to Firis, “Come, give me a fierce expression.”
Firis squeezed her face together for a long time before she aggrievedly said, “I-I-I can’t do it…”
Irina braced her hand on her chin as she stared at Firis and pondered. She then said, “You could imagine someone killed me, and now you’re going to avenge me.”
“Boohoohoo. Princess, don’t die…”
“…” Irina.
[1] She maybe bet at 10 places.