Babla looked up at Mag, and suddenly wished that she were dead.

  Not only had a man laid his hands on her, she was now kneeling before him!

  What was even more terrifying to her was that her face had slid down this man’s body, all the way from his chest to his legs.

  She was slightly surprised by the rock-hard body of the man beneath the clothes, but she was much more focused on the sense of asphyxiating humiliation that was crashing down on her.

  How could something like this happen to her, Princess Babla of the moon nation?!

  How could she let a man touch her body?!

  This man should be the one kneeling before her!

  And yet……

  Babla discovered that she was completely unable to move. She was unable to muster up any strength in her feeble body, and felt as if her knees had been nailed to the ground, rendering her completely unable to move.

  She wasn’t even able to get out of this embarrassing position.

  Could it be that this man spiked the water with something? Maybe it’s a drug that would place a woman completely at his mercy after drinking it? But Amy’s right there! This bastard! All men really are trash! Babla’s eyes widened as she stared at Mag with a panicked expression.

  “Big Sister Babla, are you thanking Father?” Amy asked.

  Mag was also rather taken aback by the sight of Babla kneeling before him. This little girl was quite haughty at times, but it appeared that she knew the importance of being grateful for other people’s kindness. It was just that her method of expressing gratitude was rather jarring to Mag.

  “There’s no need for you to be like this; you’re an employee of my restaurant, after all.” Mag shook his head with a smile and helped Babla to her feet. He gently placed her on a nearby chair, and handed her the glass in his hand as he said, “You have severely low blood sugar level and severe anemia, so you can’t starve yourself. Otherwise, you could easily faint or have something even worse happen to you. I put some sugar in this water for you to drink.”


  Low blood sugar level? Anemia? Babla was very confused. Could it be that Mag knew what condition she was suffering from? And was he trying to save her rather than take advantage of her just then?

  “She has low blood sugar level, so she has to drink sugar.” Amy turned to Mag with a curious expression, and asked, “So if Big Sister Babla’s anemic, will she have to drink blood[1]?”


  “I won’t drink blood even if the only other alternative is death!” Before Mag had a chance to say anything, Babla had already raised her chin with a determined expression.

  “I wouldn’t have any blood for you to drink even if you wanted some.” Mag pursed his lips in response. He had no intention of turning Babla into a vampire. He held the glass gently to Babla’s lips before slowly tilting it upward.

  Babla wanted to refuse initially, but as soon as the glass approached her, a faint fragrant aroma came wafting toward her, and just taking a whiff of it was making her head feel clearer. It was just like the faint fragrance that was detectable in the Yangzhou fried rice. After a brief hesitation, she opened her mouth and accepted the drink that Mag was offering her.

  The liquid in the glass was cool and refreshing, giving her a sense of reinvigoration. As Mag had said, a copious amount of sugar had been added and it was very sweet, yet not overwhelmingly so.

  After taking a few sips of the Spring of Life, Babla suddenly felt a delightful and mysterious type of energy rising up in her body. The leaden sensation in her arms gradually disappeared, and her feeble body was filled with energy again.

  “Looks like you’re alright now. Do you still need me to feed you?” A smile appeared on Mag’s face at the sight of Babla’s improving condition.

  “I don’t need anyone to feed me!” Babla snatched the glass away from Mag. She looked at the warm smile on Mag’s face and Amy’s concerned look, and she cast her eyes downward as she said, “I’m already used to this anyway.”


  Mag looked at Babla as she sipped her water with her head bowed. This haughty princess seemed to be more resolute than he had imagined. Even though she had had a privileged upbringing, she still had to carry a lot on those frail shoulders of hers.

  “With your condition, you can’t starve yourself. I prepared some dinner for you before going out and put it in a thermos box. I left a note for you on the kitchen door, and……” Mag pointed toward the kitchen door before turning to look at Babla as an expression of apology appeared on his face. “You might not have been able to see it.”


  A height that he thought to be normal was already well above head height for Babla. If she didn’t actively search for the note, it really would be quite difficult for her to see it.

  “Hmph.” Babla continued to sip on her drink. The one thing that she detested the most was other people making fun of her height. If it weren’t for the fact that Mag had saved her in the nick of time, she would’ve definitely made him pay for that remark.

  “Let me go cook something for you. Beef kebabs require marination, so I’ll cook some steak instead.” Mag made his way over to the kitchen with a slightly awkward look on his face. If news of the fact that he had almost starved one of his employees to death were to spread, then he would definitely be accused of being an abusive employer.

  “Steak?” A hint of confusion appeared on Babla’s face. There didn’t appear to be such a dish on the restaurant menu.

  Amy sat down in front of Babla with a serious expression and said, “Father’s steak is super delicious. Everyone who has tasted it has agreed with me.”


  “More delicious than roast beef kebabs?” Babla was quite skeptical.

  “It’s just as good as roast beef kebabs,” Amy replied.

  “Really?” Babla’s eyes lit up with a hint of anticipation. Roast beef kebabs were the best beef dish she had ever had.

  “Of course.” Amy nodded in confirmation.

  Mag walked into the kitchen, and found that the kitchenware required for cooking steak was already in there. The roasting bench allowed him to cook eight steaks at once, which was enough to satisfy the daily demand.

  In the 32-grid condiments container, a box of black pepper powder had filled up a new grid. After opening the fridge, Mag also discovered a pile of steaks of identical thickness and with almost identical marbling stacked up in plates, which was very convenient for him.

  Beside the kitchen cupboard, a new oak wood barrel had appeared, attached to the bottom of which was an antiquated tap that could regulate the flow of the fluid within.

  Mag made his way over to the barrel and took a whiff. The faint aroma of red wine intermingled with the distinct fragrance of oak wafted toward him. His eyes lit up, and he praised, “That’s some fine wine.”


  He picked up a transparent glass and turned the tap on, sending vibrant red wine flowing into the glass. The wine was as red as blood yet translucent and completely devoid of impurities. The rich aroma of red wine immediately filled the entire kitchen.

  Mag gently swirled the glass, causing the wine to ripple slightly before taking a sip.

  A fine yet bright flavor spread over his palate, evoking the imagery of a spritely young maiden who was gentle and reserved. The alluring flavor contained traces of honey, vanilla, and some minerals, all of which were extremely pleasing to Mag.

  “System, where did you steal this wine from?”


  Mag opened his eyes as he stared at the glass in his hand with surprise and joy on his face.

  [1] Amy was able to make this connection so quickly as anemia literally means “lacking in blood” in Chinese. That’s why she was able to immediately link anemia (shortage of red blood cells) to blood.