“Today’s new product preview: a strange fruit with a mysterious scent. What kind of scrumptious taste would it develop in my hands? Please look forward to today’s new product: durian pizza! Starting today. Limited to 100 helpings!”


  The notice hanging on the door had been read countless times by the passing customers. It got strengthened in the customers’ memories every time they read it.

  “Limited!”


  This was a very crucial term because it usually meant best-selling and hard to get.

  Just like the tofu puddings that was recently limited to 400 helpings. They could still miss it if they joined the line late.

  And now, a limited item had appeared again. Moreover, it was limited as soon as it was introduced. Apart from tofu pudding and ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’, this was very rare in Mamy Restaurant.

  Many people were already guessing what that mysterious fruit was. Given Boss Mag’s usually cool demeanor, this new product’s introduction was rather rare too.

  All the guesses piqued the customers’ curiosity and sparked infinite reverie for that so-called durian.

  “Huh? The new product is actually limited to 100 helpings. We have no chance at all.” Vanessa sighed with disappointment when she heard the customers in front discussing it. She suddenly regretted going out to play in the afternoon and missing the time to line up. Was there anything more important than eating in this world?!

  “Isn’t this simply a release of a new product? Why is everyone so agitated?” Tony was a little perplexed.

  Vanessa turned around to seriously say to Tony, “Because there will be one more delicious dish in this world whenever Boss Mag releases a new product. Isn’t this something very important?”


  “If this is the case, then it indeed is a very important matter.” Tony nodded gravely too. As a food reviewer, if it was indeed as described by this young lady, then it was really a very important matter.

  “Boss, can the customers stand the smell of durian?” Miya worriedly asked Mag, who was tying up his apron. Although the durian pizza was extremely tasty, it was difficult to accept its smell for the first time.

  “Don’t worry. We just have to focus on selling it. They will have to eat it when it is served. As long as they put it in their mouths, they will lose.” Mag curled his lips. Judging from the customers’ expressions, the article that he wrote was already beginning to work.

  “They will definitely love its taste after they try it.” Miya nodded in agreement. The durian pizza had an amazing charisma that made it unforgettable.

  “Alright. Let’s prepare ourselves for business.” Mag straightened his chef’s suit and strode to the door. He pushed the door open, and smiled at the customers in the lines. “Welcome to Mamy Restaurant.”


  “Boss Mag, you get more and more customers coming here.” Krassu smiled as he walked through the door.

  “I’m glad that my customers like me,” Mag answered, smiling as well. He had no idea where all these customers came from, either. This was even after the filtering of the restaurant’s high price.

  Harrison walked in, and curiously asked, “Boss Mag, what is today’s durian pizza? Vegetarian dish? Meat dish? Or a dessert?”


  Many customers who were about to file in looked at Mag curiously too. They had been brainwashed by the mysterious new product for one hour, so now their heads were full of durian pizza.

  “There’s a picture in the menu, and everyone can find out about it after you take your seat.” Mag smiled, but he didn’t let the cat out of the bag right away.

  All of them quickly took their seat after they heard that, and then rushed to flip open the menu. They found the new product today under the dessert’s category—durian pizza.

  The round pizza was cut into six equal triangles. There was a hint of toast brown among the golden brown. The bright color looked very enticing and drool-worthy.

  However, the price of this durian pizza wasn’t that friendly: 6-inch durian pizza—500 copper coins; 12-inch durian pizza—1,000 copper coins.

  This price was enough to make some customers who wanted to try give up on the thought. After all, it was just a dessert. 500 copper coins was enough to pay for a set of roujiamo with tofu pudding.

  But this wasn’t enough to stop the impulse of the majority of the customers trying to order it.

  Harrison looked up at Yabemiya who approached him, and said, “I want a 12-inch durian pizza, please.”


  “A 12-inch one is meant for two, three people. Are you sure you want to order the 12-inch durian pizza?” Miya asked. Gjerj didn’t come with him today.

  Harrison gave it some thought before replying, “In this case, I think I want to order another beggar’s chicken, or else it isn’t enough to fill me up.”


  “Alright, please wait a minute.” Miya nodded and walked to the next door.

  “Father, look at the one lining up behind Big Sister Vansa. Doesn’t he look like that mister who frequented us on the island?” Amy whispered into Mag’s ear. She had run a loop at the restaurant’s entrance before running back to Mag, who was standing at the restaurant’s entrance.

  “Oh?” Mag straightened himself and walked to the end of the line. His gaze landed on Tony, and his eyes lit up. “Hey, so it’s that food reviewer. Did he come to take shelter here?”


  Mag specially bought a gourmet magazine after he returned, and read Tony’s article in it. Frankly speaking, it was rather well-written, so it was normal that he was popular. He was different from the food bloggers like him who depended on his looks to survive in the trade.

  Of course, not everyone could depend on their looks for survival like he had.

  However, why did this critic—who said that he would die on the Demon Islands, and never step out of the seafood holy land—come to Chaos City?

  Mag turned, went into the restaurant, and told Yabemiya to sit the customer behind Vanessa in the alfresco area before telling Jane to stay in the restaurant during service and not go out.

  Their family of three didn’t have to worry about being exposed, as they had had disguises on. After removing the pincers and beard, who would know that he was…… Hades.

  Amy had changed her clothes too, so she wouldn’t be recognized easily, either.

  As for Irina, she wasn’t even in the restaurant right now. She had gone off to train the Night Elves again. Those elves who had been imprisoned and enslaved had never cultivated themselves before, so she had to teach them to cultivate and battle.

  Hence, Jane was the only point of penetration whereby they could be recognized.

  Of course, Mag wasn’t too worried about Tony recognizing them. He had already thought up many excuses for Jane. If that didn’t work, then he would have to silence him.

  To his colleagues in the same trade, Mag was still more merciful.

  Of course, his colleagues in the trade now were chefs.