Chapter 883 If Only I Could Marry Him
“Have you tried the new dish?”
“The one that smells like feet that haven’t been washed in years? No. And I don’t plan to.”
“Yeah. It’s stinky as hell, so don’t bother trying it. After all, they only serve 100 portions each day.”
The guests waiting outside the restaurant were chatting away. Obviously stinky tofu had beaten tofu pudding and become the new most popular topic of conversation.
“Carla, don’t tell me you’re taking me here to try this new dish they’re talking about,” a girl in a purple golden outfit said with a worried look to her friend in pink standing in front of her.
Her name was Christy, a manager at a branch of Buffett Banks at the young age of 23. She had only worked there for five years, but her outstanding performance had secured her fame as well as a high position.
Carla was her bestie. Her family owned over a dozen mines in the goblins’ territory. They did business together on a regular basis, so they naturally had become best friends.
Carla was a serial eater. She liked hunting for tasty and weird food, and always dragged her bestie along with her.
Christy wasn’t a big fan of food, but she accompanied her whenever she could.
She never ate food which had a strong and unpleasant smell, for most of her clients were members of the upper class, and she had to keep her breath nice and sweet at all times.
Tonight she had to attend a formal dinner, over which she had planned to seal a major deal with an important client, so she couldn’t allow anything with a foul smell to pass her lips before that.
Carla had asked her several times to come to Mamy Restaurant, but she had been quite busy. Her banquet tonight wouldn’t start for a couple hours, so she decided it wouldn’t hurt to grab a quick meal with Carla after she badgered her over and over again. She planned to go home and change into her formal dress after eating here.
“No! When did I ever disappoint you? I’m telling you, the owner here is amazing. He even cooked for the king of the Roth Empire not long ago and won first prize. Can you believe that? You definitely should try his cooking.” Carla leaned over and whispered in Christy’s ear, “And he is super handsome. Your type, I think.”
“Stop making fun of me,” Christy said with a smile, touching Carla’s head. She was intrigued by the owner who had cooked for the king, though.
“It’s annoying that I can’t eat as much as I want.” Abraham sighed. “But the doctors said pretty much the same as Mag had said, so I guess I have to take their advice and try and avoid an early grave. This way, I’ll enjoy several more years of good food.”
“Welcome! Please come in!”
The door opened with a ding, and Mag stepped out with a smile.
Christy blinked at him. Mag’s tight-fitting black-and-white chef’s suit made him look tall and well-shaped. Unlike other cooks, he was clean, his apron stainless. His skin was fair, his eyes clear and black, and the moustache on his attractive face making him look more mature.
“He’s quite good-looking, right? He has a daughter, though, and she is also very cute. You’ll get a little angel for a daughter if you marry him,” Carla said, smiling.
Christy looked surprised. “He has a daughter?”
That was when Amy stepped out from behind Mag. “Don’t make trouble while eating please. Follow the rules, or I’ll get angry. Trust me, you don’t want to make me angry.”
She was an adorable half-elf, but she was talking like a grown-up. The crowd couldn’t help but smile.
“She’s so cute!”
“Whenever I feel down, I come here. The food and little Amy never fail to make me feel better.”
“She’s the owner’s daughter? So lovable! I love the way she talks. I’ll definitely eat here tonight.”
“If only I could marry him. He’s handsome and knows how to cook. His daughter is cute and powerful. I’d give anything to marry him.”
The crowd was excited at the sight of Mag and Amy.
“She’s indeed very lovely.” Christy found, to her surprise, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Amy. She was a workaholic. She had thought babies would be nothing but an encumbrance to her, yet looking at Amy now, she found herself desiring a girl just like her.
“He is single, I hear. You should make your move on him,” Carla jested. “He is the most eligible bachelor in the whole city, but I’m willing to hand him over to you. Don’t worry, I’ll pay even after you’ve become the boss lady here. Just promise me you’ll sell me one more tofu pudding every day. They are better than any skin creams.”
Christy felt Carla’s forehead with her hand. “You’re not having a fever, but why are you hallucinating? He is not yours, so it might be a little tricky for you to hand him over to me. Besides, I don’t feel like becoming a boss lady here. I have my own career to worry about.”
Carla took Christy’s hand off her forehead and smiled. “I know you always put your career first. But… that may change after you have tried the food here.”
“Come on in!” Mag said, stroking Amy’s head. His daughter was his security guard, whose job was protecting the restaurant and keeping customers from dining and dashing.
And she was really good at her job.
Mag and Amy stood aside to let them in.
The regulars greeted the father and daughter as they headed into the restaurant. Mag welcomed them warmly.
“You look really sharp today, Boss Mag,” Carla said, giving him a sweet smile.
“Father looks sharp every day. But no second helping of tofu pudding for you, Big Sister,” Amy said before Mag could reply.
Carla: “…”
Mag’s lips curved in a smile. “You’re not looking too bad yourself,” he said to Carla, who always asked him to sell her more tofu pudding. Of course, Mag turned her down politely every time.