Chapter 211 - You’re One Hell Of A Chicken Farmer
Chapter 211: You’re One Hell Of A Chicken Farmer
Mag didn’t care two hoots about them as long as they kept their argument out of his restaurant. He was even willing to put up a ring for them to fight in if the Gray Temple permitted it.
The ring would serve as an eye-catching advertisement.
Yabemiya looked to the door, worried. “Boss, should I try and talk them out of arguing?”
“Which side will you take?” Mag asked.
“I’ll side with sweet tofu pudding people,” Yabemiya answered.
“Then how do you propose to talk them out of it?” Mag asked, smiling.
Yabemiya froze, and then blushed. “I don’t know…”
“Remember, we should never take sides when it comes to customers.”
Yabemiya nodded. “Yes, Boss.” I must always refrain from recommending sweet tofu pudding to diners.
After they finished their dinner, Mag took a walk in his restaurant, raised the shades, opened the door, and smiled. “Welcome to Mamy Restaurant. Please come in!”
Mag noticed the black veil girl. She came again. When will she take off her veil?
Gloria felt her heart racing. Did he just look at me?
It was another busy night. Mag slowed down a bit to make it easier for Yabemiya. We’ll be more productive when Sally comes here tomorrow.
At 9 p.m., Mag stopped cooking and turned down a few customers who wanted to have a little supper.
Kebabs and beer. That’s a proper supper. Besides, Amy has school tomorrow; she has to sleep early.
“You don’t need to clean the tables and floor, Miya,” Mag said as Yabemiya took out the mop and rag. “Aisha will do it tomorrow with her magic.”
Yabemiya opened and closed her mouth. “I…”
“Yes?”
Yabemiya shook her head. “Nothing, Boss.”
“Amy and Ugly Duckling are sleeping. I’ll take them upstairs. Go home when you’re done.” Mag said, picking them up.
Miya nodded. “Yes, Boss.” After she watched him go upstairs, she looked at the rag in her hand and started clearing tables.
Mag put the two in the crib and went to take a shower. When he came back downstairs, Yabemiya was already gone. The tables and the floor were clean and shiny.
“Something is on her mind…” Mag thought aloud. He locked the door, turned off the light, and went upstairs. He lay down on his bed and opened the experience bag.
The experience flooded into his head and became one with his memory immediately.
Looks like it’s not as hard as I thought. Mag walked into the test field.
He nodded when he saw a pan and an earthenware pot on the stove.
Braised chicken and rice was a more complicated dish, but Mag was not green at cooking anymore, and he was much stronger now, so he was confident he could handle it.
When he opened the fridge and saw the chicken drumsticks, he was startled.
“What the hell are these?!” Mag blurted. There were ten chicken drumsticks with golden red skin, several times bigger than normal chicken drumsticks.
“They are the drumsticks of fire chickens,” answered the system. “Fire chickens are very common on this continent—1st-tier magical beast, fairly aggressive. Their meat is tender and very nourishing.
“The drumsticks you’re looking at are from the fire chickens I’m raising on the Volcano Island which formed 10 years ago in the Staro Sea. I have made the island habitable for them to live on.
“The active volcano can make the fire chickens grow faster and stronger. In fact, they can be as strong as 2nd-tier magical beasts.
“Their meat is at least three times more nourishing, especially for men and people who are sensitive to cold weather.”
“You can make them as strong as 2nd-tier magical beasts? You’re one hell of a chicken farmer.” Mag took one in his hand. It weighs at least three pounds.
The skin looked a little rough, but felt soft to the touch. The meat was soft, but not as soft as normal chicken drumsticks.