Chapter 884 You“re Even Crazier Than Me
“Thank you.” Carla managed a smile and walked in quickly.
Christy was shocked. Other restaurants treated her friend as an important guest, but clearly she couldn’t even get a second helping of tofu pudding here. She smiled at Mag courteously, took another look at Amy, and followed Carla in.
Mag’s eyes lingered on Christy for a moment. She was so attractive that even Mag couldn’t help but stare at her. Her golden hair was tied neatly and beautifully at the back of her head, her purple golden ensemble somewhat like what a lady in his previous life working in an office would wear, her brown eyes giving off such confidence. Mag recognized the emblem on her front. The picture was not strange to anyone living in Chaos City.
She holds a pretty high position in the Buffett Banks, I think, Mag thought to himself. He glanced at the information displayed by the omniscient door. Christy, female, 23, body functioning well, save for inflammation of a small part of the stomach lining.Mag shook his head. Young people tend to work too hard to remember eating at regular hours. Such a young manager. She must have worked her a*ss off to get where she is today, or she has slept with Scheer.
But there is no way Scheer would let anyone share her bed, so this girl must be very good at what she does.
Smiling, Mag made his way to the kitchen.
“We only supply 100 portions of stinky tofu in the evening every day, so each customer is limited to one portion,” Yabemiya announced with a smile. “Those who want to order stinky tofu, please sit in this area.”
“Only 100? And one portion each? That’s too stingy!”
“Even the rules about tofu pudding are not this unpleasant.”
The ones who had tried stinky tofu yesterday were clearly not quite pleased, but there was nothing they could do but complain and come earlier.“Let’s sit over there, Christy,” Carla said, dragging her to the stinky tofu area.
Yet Christy didn’t move. “You want to eat that stinky tofu?”
“You’ll like it too, I promise. One bite, and you’ll fall for its fantastic taste.”
Christy shook her head. “It’s stinky!”
“If you really don’t want it,” Carla whispered, “order one for me. I can only order one myself.
“Come on, Christy, do it for me,” said Carla, putting on a pitiful look.
Christy was resigned; she knew how deeply her friend loved food. “Fine. I have a feast to attend tonight, so I’ll just eat a little.”
“I’ll recommend something good for you,” Carla said, smiling. “But no one can only eat a little here. The food here is so good, I’ve never seen one leave with food unfinished.”
“Then I’ll be the first.”
Carla and Christy sat opposite Abraham and Harrison. They nodded at each other as a greeting.
Christy looked around and found herself sitting in the cleanest restaurant she had ever seen, picky as she was. The tables, the chairs, the floor, the ceiling, and even the dark corners behind flowerpots… everywhere was as clean as clean could be.
The air was fresh and moist. Christy thought she could smell mint, which made the air even more wonderful to breathe.
She didn’t like the idea of sharing a table with strangers, yet Carla didn’t seem to care, nor did other customers. She was stunned when she saw an elf sitting with a demon, but she never gave her confusion voice.
Out of a professional habit, she looked over the two guests sitting opposite her. One was wearing an expensive-looking robe, fat, with a thick gold chain around his neck. She deduced he was a new-rich from a not very big family.
The other one was dressed in a gray silk robe, around 40. Christy’s eyes went wide as they dropped to the emerald ring on his right thumb.
She recognized the material. The emerald was from a mine in the Phillas Mountain on the main island of the dragon islands. It looked just like normal emerald, except for the golden threads in it. Wearing a ring made of this kind of emerald would keep the body warm when it was cold, or cool when it was hot. To put it shortly, it was able to help regulate body temperature.
The production of Phillas emerald was so small that it was extremely hard to come by outside dragon islands. Dragons seldom sold it. They collected it as treasure. Whenever a piece of emerald found its way to an auction on the Norland Continent, it would always fetch a fortune.
As such, the man wearing the emerald ring had to be extremely wealthy or have really a high position in society.
I don’t recognize his face, so he can’t be an official from the city lord’s castle or the Gray Temple or one of the wealthiest men in the city. Duke Abraham is rumored to have come here and exchanged for some gold coins, could it be… Christy looked surprised. But even the city lord has to treat Duke Abraham with respect. In here, he has to share a table with lowborns?
Before Christy recovered from her shock, Abraham looked around and leaned over. “Are you here to eat stinky tofu, kids?” he asked Christy and Carla in a low voice. “Can I buy some from you? I’ll pay five times the price.”
Christy was even more shocked now. She didn’t know what to say. Duke Abraham wants to buy stinky tofu from us? What on earth is this stinky tofu? Why is everyone so obsessed with it?
“I’ll pay 10 times the price for your portion, old man,” Carla whispered, leaning forward. “What do you say?”
Abraham: “…”
“You’re even crazier than me!” said the duke.
The two stinky tofu-lovers exchanged a smile.
That was when Yabemiya walked over to their table. “May I take your orders?” she asked, smiling.
“Yes. I’d like a braised chicken and rice, a sweet tofu pudding, and a stinky tofu,” Abraham said, closing the menu.
“I’ll have a Yangzhou fried rice, 10 beef kebabs, five spicy and five barbecue-flavored, a savory tofu pudding, and a stinky tofu,” Carla said without even looking at the menu.
“I…” Christy opened the menu and looked at the pictures of the dishes. They all looked really inviting. For a moment she didn’t know which ones to choose.
Carla smiled. “You like beef, so how about a pepper steak? And you must try tofu pudding, I recommend the savory flavor. It’s divine! And a stinky tofu. That will be enough, I think.”
