Chapter 154 - I’m Just A Cook

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Bernice’s blissful look intrigued Andrew. He spooned some rice into his mouth.

The other restaurateurs swallowed as they watched Bernice gobbling down her food.

Bernice was very picky about what she ate. She didn’t like anything too greasy. From the look of it, she liked this fried rice better than roujiamo.

They turned to look at Andrew, waiting for his comments.

Andrew’s blood was still pumping from eating a roujiamo. He felt as if he had grown in strength.

How could this be possible? Probably it’s just my imagination.

Andrew’s face lit up as he chewed on the rice. He had never expected so many ingredients cooked together would taste so good.

The savory ham, sweet shrimp, crisp winter bamboo shoots… Every taste was so distinctive, yet they blended perfectly together to create such a nice texture.

After he swallowed, it turned into a warm current, assuaging his weariness. It was so comfortable that he felt like closing his eyes.

Then his eyes opened suddenly, staring at the Yangzhou fried rice before him. The food here has special effect? It’s not my imagination at all!

Andrew clenched his fist. A smile touched the corners of his mouth. I can feel it. My strength has grown!

“What’s wrong, Andrew?” Miles asked curiously.

“Can’t you feel it? The roujiamo has made my strength grow a little.” Then he pointed at the fried rice. “And this is good for relieving fatigue. Isn’t it magical?”

The others were taken by surprise. They had felt the change in their bodies after they ate their roujiamo, but they hadn’t realized what had changed until now.

“Ting!”

The spoon clattered on the empty plate. Bernice licked her lips with a blissful smile. “I’m afraid one of the top 3 most delicious foods will have to be replaced by this. I’ve never eaten anything as good as this fried rice here.”

“I like roujiamo better. The meat is unbelievable. This Yangzhou fried rice is also very delicious, though,” Andrew said, smiling. He brought another spoonful of rice into his mouth and felt happy as his weariness went away.

“Thanks to you, I can’t wait to try this Yangzhou fried rice,” Miles said with a smile.

Soon, the fried rice they had ordered came, and they dug in immediately.

Mag came out of the kitchen with a box of fried rice, and handed it to Vicennio.

Vicennio looked much better now. “Your Yangzhou fried rice is really amazing,” he said, excited, giving Mag a thumbs-up. He felt like himself again.

Those pills he had taken had done more harm than good to his body.

Thankfully, this Yangzhou fried rice had revived him. He felt alive again. He would eat another plate if his stomach weren’t already full.

Mag took the coins in his hand and smiled. “Come back soon.”

“I definitely will.” Then he made for the door with his Yangzhou fried rice.

Smiling, Mag shook his head. Poor guy.

“I’ll tell you the place for teaching when I come for dinner in the evening, Mag,” Krassu said as he paid his check.

Mag nodded with a smile. “Thank you.” The old man was Amy’s master now, and he had almost become the elf princess’s master, so he had to show the respect he deserved.

The looks on their faces would be amusing if they found out that their disciple was the elf princess’s daughter.

“Bye, Amy,” Krassu said to Amy.

“Bye, Master Half-beard,” Amy replied, waving her hand.

Urien paid his check and left too.

Do I need to teach her swordplay? Mag thought as he watched Krassu and Urien leave. He couldn’t lift a heavy sword now, but he still knew all the skills.

“Could you bring us the check, please?” Andrew said to Mag.

Amy slipped down the chair, and trotted up to them. “Do you pay separately or together?” Apparently, she was already very good at doing this.

“Separately, little cashier,” Bernice said, putting nine gold coins in Amy’s little hand. She stroked Amy’s hair and smiled. “I’ll bring you a flower apron next time I come here.”

Amy nodded happily. “Thank you, Mrs. Flower Apron.”

The other restaurateurs paid their checks, and walked towards the door.

Miles stopped when he walked past Mag. “You’re a real genius, Mag. You may bring a revolution to the gastronomic world,” he said seriously.

The other customers turned to look at Mag. They all shared his view. Mag had truly overturned their concept of good food.

“I’m just a cook.”