Chapter 941: How Much Does He Have To Pay?

Chapter 941 How Much Does He Have To Pay?

“Oh, nothing,” answered the system. “I just spread some fertilizer and sprayed some non-toxic and pollution-free pesticides.”

“You said your ingredients were organic. Did you lie to me?”

The system bristled up. “I saved your wife while I was making my plants grow well, and you call me a liar? Do not question my professionalism in farming. No one is more professional than me, not even Yuan Longping, the Father of Hybrid Rice!”

“I thought you were a cuisine system.”

“I am! But I’m also very professional in other things. Do you want me to tell you how to farm?”

“No, thanks. Not interested. By the way, can you tell me what I can do to level up quickly? Maybe killing magical beasts?”

“I’m not interested in killing magical beasts.”

Mag: “…”

“Then can I level up through farming?”

“Farming has nothing to do with levelling up,” the system said camly.

“F*ck!”

“Watch your language!”

“Get lost!” By then, Amy had fallen asleep. Mag kissed her on her head, and creeped up the stairs to practice his swordplay.

The fights in Rodu and the Wind Forest had made him realize the importance of him getting stronger.

Ah Zi was very powerful, to be sure, but he couldn’t rely on it alone. Besides, there were enemies that even Ah Zi couldn’t handle.

In order to survive the chaos that might come, he needed to get Alex’s full power back as soon as possible, but that was not enough. He needed to make sure that what had happened to Alex would never happen to him again.

A plan was coming together in his head, but he didn’t know if it would work.

The claymore danced in the night. He was flexible as a snake and swift as lightning.

Nobody could see or hear him now that Mag had had the system add a cover around the balcony.

An hour later, Mag went downstairs, soaked with sweat. He took a quick shower and went to bed to sleep.

“Just a quick reminder, the food competition will start tomorrow,” reminded the system just as Mag was about to fall asleep.

Mag’s eyes snapped open. He frowned. “The eggplant with garlic sauce is not perfect yet, and I haven’t gotten anyone to try it, but I think I’ll be fine.”

…

Mag woke up early the next morning and made several versions of eggplant with garlic sauce. He tried them all before confirming the final version.

Although it tasted better than the ones he had had in his past life, it was still lacking in comparison to the one he had eaten at the filthy restaurant. It was ultimately short of something.

There was likely no mistake with the recipe and procedure. All Mag could do was write it off as nostalgia. He temporarily had no way to improve it.

“Hopefully the people here will like it like I do. I don’t want to have to dance to Gokuraku Jodo in drag.” Mag dumped the dishes into the trash can, and was about to go out to buy some eggplants.

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Knock! Knock!

A knock came at the door.

“Is it Firis? She came so early today.” Mag untied his apron and hung it neatly on a peg. He walked to the door in surprise. He had woken up early today, giving him plenty of time before his appointment with Firis. It wasn’t likely that she would come so early, right?

When he opened the door, he found two elves standing outside with their hands held together. “Good morning, Bl… Miss Shirley and Anna, can I help you?”

Blour was holding Anna’s hand, dressed in female attire—Shirley. He was a stunner in drag.

He was probably the most beautiful drag queen Mag had ever seen. He would have totally mistaken him for a woman if he hadn’t known him. Even his fake breasts looked so natural.

Mag didn’t know what was under his dress, but from the looks of it, it couldn’t have been coconut shells or buns since they wouldn’t give that full, ample look. But to say breast implants, that would be too technologically advanced for this world. It wasn’t possible that silicon implants were invested because some drag queen wanted to make themselves look more natural, right?

Of course, none of that was important. What’s important was why Blour came here with Anna so early in the morning. To say goodbye? He was leaving now that Sally was leaving?

“Good morning, Uncle Mag,” said Anna with a smile.

Blour looked displeased. “I’m here to take over her job. Hasn’t she told you about it?” His voice was feminine and melodious.

“Wait, what? Whose job are you here to take over?”

Blour raised an eyebrow. “Is there someone else who has left?”

Mag’s eyes widened as he looked oddly at Blour. “Did Aisha send you here? You are taking over her!?”

“I didn’t want to be a waitress, but she has left for bigger things. I need to do what she requested from me, or I wouldn’t be at ease.” Blour sighed. “As attractive as I am, a picturesque scene wherever I stand, to think that I’d have to work as a waitress. What a waste of my beauty and youth.”

Mag: “…”

Anna: “…”

Mag held back his urge to curse as he sized up Shirley again. He had never expected Sally to find him a waitress. She was indeed thoughtful.

In terms of looks, and ignoring that he was just a drag queen, Shirley was a stunning beauty. She was perfect as a waitress.

However, looks weren’t the only thing. With the hard work the restaurant needed, she would only be a vase if she didn’t have the ability to match it. That would be someone Mag didn’t need.

“I know I’m beautiful, Mag, but could you not stare at me? I’m not interested in men,” said Blour.

I’m not interested in drag queens either, Mag thought. He also realized that his eyes had landed on her fake breasts while amidst his thoughts. He shifted them away and smiled at Blour. “Miss Shirley, I’m grateful for you to come here under Aisha’s behest. However, if you wish to be hired at Mamy Restaurant, you will have to pass a test. I need to confirm that you have the ability to take on the job.”

“What? A test? Are you serious? Can’t you see how beautiful I am?”

It was hard not to laugh. “You are beautiful, but I need to know you have what it takes to do the job.”

“That’s fair enough, I guess. And I hate people who only care about my pretty face.”

“Come on in, then.”

Closing the door, Mag went into the kitchen and took out several plates and bowls of different shapes. He placed them on a table and then poured some oil over them and the table. “Now clear the table as fast as you can.”

“I hate to get grease on my delicate hands, but this is easy.” Blour walked over to the table and waved his hand. The oil was gone in an instant as a ribbon of green light brushed past the plates and table. The plates and bowls stacked themselves up neatly.

Mag fingered the surface of the table. It was smooth and smelled very refreshing. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought he used some kind of dish detergent.

“Good. Now I need to test your math skills. One roujiamo is 300 copper coins; one tofu pudding, 200; one braised chicken and rice, 800. John Doe ate two servings of braised chicken and rice, three roujiamos, and a tofu pudding, and then he ordered one braised chicken and rice and one roujiamo to go. How much does he have to pay?”