Chapter 1812: I Would Rather Die Than Eat That Thing
Camilla took a meaningful look at Mag. She felt a great deal of ill will under his friendly and gentle smile.
“Perhaps you’re afraid of octopus?” Mag smiled at Camilla. “If that’s the case, then forget it.”
“Afraid?” Camilla sneered. “I am a countess, a 9th-tier powerhouse. Why would I be afraid of a tiny octopus? Isn’t it just an octopus? I’ll eat it today!”
“Good for you.” Mag gave her a thumbs-up with admiration. He indeed admired people who could say things that they didn’t believe just for their pride.
“Hmph.” Camilla snorted softly with an uncomfortable expression.
She regretted it as soon as she said it.
She was so frightened inwardly.
However, she would have to wait for the stir-fried octopus tentacles to be served now, and she would have to eat it too.
Mag and ladies were busy doing preparation in the kitchen.
A long line had already formed at the entrance of the restaurant. After the latter closing for two days, another two dishes were going to be released today, so many customers hoped to try the new products today.
Meanwhile, there were also some powerhouses from various races who hadn’t returned home among the customers in the line.
Although the celebration party held at the city lord’s castle had a great variety, its taste couldn’t compare to Mamy Restaurant at all. Hence, those who weren’t in a rush to go home decided to come eat at Mamy Restaurant first before they left for home.
Although lining up for Mamy Restaurant decided the sequence of entering the restaurant, the Chaos City residents were very grateful that all the powerhouses came to rescue Chaos City during the crisis in the past two days, thus letting the powerhouses go ahead. Hence, they all reached the front of the line.
“The residents of Chaos City are indeed rather different,” Louis lamented.
“Indeed. In other places, nobody would dare to come and have their meals if they saw us old farts standing here, and no one dares to let us line up for our meals,” Douglas said coldly.
“What’s the matter with lining up? Even we, as Amy’s masters, have to line up here every day.” Krassu rolled his eyes.
All the powerhouses looked over. If Krassu and Urien weren’t standing at the front, they might not have stood here patiently.
However, this boss had great culinary skills, so it wasn’t disgraceful to line up for a meal here. After all, there were more than 10 10th-tier powerhouses lining up here.
Louis noticed the little black board hanging on the door. Astonished, he said, “Is this so-called new product an octopus tentacle?”
All of them looked over, and their expressions instantly became weird.
They had got their hearts broken by that octopus monster for the past two days. They felt a chill up their spines and their stomachs churning once they thought about the gigantic, hundreds of meters tall body and the tentacles that were full of blood-red eyes.
However, this boss had to release new dishes that were with octopus tentacles today?
“What? Are you afraid?” Krassu turned around, and looked at Louis and the rest with a hint of ridicule in his smile.
“It’s just tentacles, what’s there to be afraid of?” Louis said nonchalantly, but his fingers couldn’t help but twitch.
The powerhouses who wanted to back away immediately halted their steps after hearing Krassu’s words. They couldn’t let people see that they were afraid.
“Then, do you want to order them to try?” Krassu stared at Louis with a meaningful smile.
“Of course we have to try them since they’re the new products.” Louis nodded matter-of-factly, without even frowning.
“Hehe. Then, let’s sit together later.” Krassu chuckled. “We haven’t drunk together for many years. Let’s have a few glasses today.”
This old fart isn’t a good man. Louis gave Krassu a side glance before saying to nearby Douglas and Urien, “Douglas, Urien, join us for a few glasses too as we four have fought in the past. Testing this octopus tentacle today will be considered as going through thick and thin together.”
“I can drink, but I’ll pass on the octopus tentacle.” Douglas’s eyelids twitched. “I’m allergic to seafood.”
“You, an old fart almost 2000 years old, are allergic to seafood? Even if you are, are you going to have rashes?” Louis rolled his eyes.
“I’m not eating.” Urien’s answer was short and succinct. He rejected coldly, without any intention to negotiate.
“Can that thing really be eaten? Just thinking about that gives me goosebumps.” Dracula was also amongst them, and he rubbed the goosebumps on his arms with a disdainful look. “I will never eat that even if they kill me.”
A few orc and dwarven powerhouses standing around him nodded in agreement. They had already decided to sit further away from Louis’s table later.
All the big shots standing in front inspired their awe and admiration, while two beauties in the line attracted the others’ attention.
One of them was Miss Gloria, who came to eat at the restaurant frequently. The news of her becoming the sole successor of the Moreton Family had already spread throughout the Chaos City’s business world. She had already become an existence that was on par with Miss Scheer.
She was only 18 years old, and her beauty after removing her veil even shocked the people. It was very enjoyable to appreciate a beauty like her.
However, her limelight was shared with another maiden who was almost standing next to her in the other line.
That maiden had long blonde hair that reached her waist, and her exquisite face was a match for Gloria’s. Her beautiful golden eyes showed confidence, and even women couldn’t help looking at her alluring figure.
The maiden gave Gloria a side glance surreptitiously, and curled her lips with an indiscernible meaning.
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The preparation for the operation was done, and the employees were all ready at the table.
All of them waited quietly for Mag to serve the last dish, stir-fried octopus tentacles.
Camilla sat there uneasily, and looked at the kitchen frequently. She was hesitating between staying and leaving.
In the kitchen, Mag tossed the wok proficiently. The octopus tentacles were dancing with the red and green chili over the flames, and the heat greeted his face.
He turned off the fire, and plated the dish.
Simply plating the brightly colored stir-fried octopus tentacles on a white porcelain dish was enticing enough. No additional decoration was needed.
The octopus tentacles that were cut into three-centimeter-long pieces were mixed together with green chili, red chili, and purple onions. After being coated with a layer of enticing brown sauce, the green and red tentacles no longer looked terrible.
As expected of me. I can even make a Great Old One so enticing! Mag walked out of the kitchen with the plate. The umami of the octopus tentacle had already begun to blossom. Compared to an ordinary octopus tentacle, the umami of this octopus tentacle was more obvious and irresistible.
Mag placed the octopus tentacle in front of Camilla with a smile. “Alright, the dishes are all ready. Let’s eat.”