“What’s going on, Connie? Didn’t we simply ask you to return to the restaurant to get an apron? Why are you so sweaty?” Miya asked Connie, who just walked in all sweaty, with amazement as she passed the ice cream cone to a child.

  Elizabeth and the rest were also staring at Connie, puzzled.

  Connie urgently spoke, “Do you all know that the restaurant is missing? I walked along the square, and I couldn’t find the restaurant even after walking around many times. I only saw a shop that sells pots. Did our restaurant disappear?”


  “Disappear?” All of them were shocked to hear that. How could a restaurant disappear? Moreover, next to the restaurant was a blacksmith shop, and not a shop that sells pot.

  “Connie, did you turn right after you got out of the door?” Babla asked after some thought.

  “Wasn’t I supposed to turn left?” Connie nodded with conviction.

  All of them began to look at Connie with an increasingly complicated expression.

  “I’m sorry, Connie. I shouldn’t have given you that mission. It’s too difficult for you,” Yabemiya said apologetically.

  “It’s hard to imagine how difficult it is when you go out for delivery,” Babla said with a sad look.

  “Therefore, it is indeed her limit to deliver one meal a day.” Rena chuckled and everyone else smiled too.

  “Did I get the directions wrong again?” Connie tapped her fingers together with a blush.

  ***

  “How about we have durian pizza for lunch today?” Mag murmured to himself as he went down the stairs after he came out of his study. He still hadn’t tasted the durian pizza that he learned last night. However, he wondered if Amy and the rest could accept the taste of it.

  As for the official release, Mag had decided to delay it for another one or two days. He needed to consider how to release such a dish with an acquired taste. Should he set up a designated area like the stinky tofu, or simply release it in an open area? It was a problem that he needed to consider.

  Firis and Camilla arrived just as Mag went downstairs. Because they were responsible for preparing the ingredients, the two of them always arrived earlier than the rest.

  “Boss.” Firis greeted Mag with a smile.

  But Camilla only glared at Mag before walking past him to get into the kitchen.

  Mag cocked an eyebrow. He had no idea how he angered this madam. She came asking for a drink, and it was Irina who got her drunk and made her eat grass. He even carried her upstairs, and let her spend a night on the floor.

  She was not going to find another man who was as kind as him anywhere else, right?

  “Boss, did you anger Big Sister Camilla?” Firis asked softly as she threw a glance at Camilla who was chopping the ingredients while she tied her apron.

  “Maybe she’s a little heated up. She should eat more vegetables to help her cool down.” Mag smiled. He said it just loud enough for Camilla to hear.

  A blush rose up on Camilla’s face. A cucumber was cut into shreds instantly.

  Mag looked at that cucumber that ended up in a pathetic state and immediately shut his mouth. He slowly walked past Camilla with his back facing her.

  The durians were already delivered into the corner partition of the fridge. The durians were indeed of excellent quality as they were golden, round, and supple.

  A rich aroma of the durian was released as soon as Mag opened the fridge’s door.

  “What’s that weird smell?” Firis, who was about to start cutting the ingredients, looked around. The strange smell that suddenly appeared went straight into her nose, and it was a little pungent.

  “It’s so smelly!” Camilla covered her nose right away as her face turned green. She retreated toward the entrance while pointing at Mag, who was standing next to the fridge and holding onto a round and spiky thing, and said with horror, “What are you holding in your hands?!”


  “Durian. A very expensive and delicious fruit,” Mag answered honestly. As an evolved durian fan, he was already salivating at that fabulous aroma.

  Camilla backed all the way out of the kitchen. She only removed her hand from her nose and took a deep breath after the scent was segregated. She stared at that weird-looking durian in Mag’s hands with lingering fear.

  As a noble vampire with mysophobia, she absolutely couldn’t tolerate any stench.

  For example, the stinky tofu. She always felt like vomiting whenever she smelled that stench. Therefore, she would always leave the kitchen in advance whenever Mag was about to make the stinky tofu.

  And the stench of this durian was almost as bad as the stinky tofu’s. Just a sniff of it was enough to suffocate her.

  Although Firis’ reaction wasn’t as exaggerated as Camilla’s, from the way she tried to suppress her expression and her slowly scrunched-up face, she, too, couldn’t accept the durian’s smell.

  She had accepted the scent of the stinky tofu after a period of time, and her resistance toward that stench had completely disappeared after tasting it.

  However, would this fruit that was equally bad-smelling be as tasty as Mag described? She couldn’t help having doubts about it.

  Mag had already anticipated their reactions. He could imagine how the customers would react after they smelled it. It was indeed better to be cautious about this new product. There would be extremes in their likes and dislikes.

  “This is an important ingredient for a new dish. It’s called durian. We will be having this for lunch.” Mag smiled.

  “Eat this?!” Camilla glared as she realized that the situation was a little off. Just the stench alone was enough to put her off. Let alone asking her to eat this, he might as well kill her.

  Mag threw a look at Camilla before putting the durian on the stove at the side. He pressed on the shell, and it was split open. Two full sides of the durian flesh were revealed.

  The durian’s smell got richer and richer. The supple durian flesh had just ripened.

  “How should we eat this?” Firis asked curiously as she came up, already a little used to the smell. She was rather interested in the new product that Mag was talking about because he always had astonishing ideas but presented amazing delicacies.

  Mag took a spoon, dug out a big piece of the durian flesh, and passed it to Firis. Smiling, he said, “You can eat it right away.”


  “Eat it right away?” Firis received the spoon with doubt as she hesitated about eating it.

  “It’s sticky, yellow, and soft…… Such a horrible shape and outlook, and that weird smell. Can this really be eaten?” Camilla stood at the entrance and stared at that scoop of durian flesh in Firis’ hand. She thought with conviction,