Darren looked around the restaurant curiously. It was just like his sister had described. This restaurant was very beautiful, just like the starry sky. It was brightly lit, yet the lights were not eye-piercing. Even the beautiful furniture was peculiar to him.

  However, the way the different races sat together in the restaurant made him a little frightened. For example, there were a few lava demons with crack lines all over their bodies sitting at the table just next to them. Although they were smiling kindly at them, he still felt immense stress as he had never seen a demon before.

  “This is such an interesting restaurant. There are customers of every race here, just like in our school,” Dorothy said excitedly as she looked around.

  She would usually go to posh restaurants with her parents or grandfather, but some of these restaurants would have segregation to split the different races up, while others would be open to only humans and elves, or orcs and dwarves. There were very few restaurants that would accept all races, not to mention letting elves and demons share a table.

  But here, all this had become reality.

  The different races were sitting harmoniously together, especially in the designated hot pot area. There was actually a table with customers of all the different races. If it was not for that nine-squared pot in the middle of the table, it looked as though a racial meeting was going on.

  “Yes. This is the real capability of the owner,” Christopher said with a nod and a smile. Today, he really had to take his hats off to Mag. An ophthalmological disease that even Adolphus was stumped on could actually be treated after eating 10 skewers of Boss Mag’s roasted pig’s eyes. It was such a pity that Boss Mag did not open a clinic.

  “We’ll get another 10 skewers of roasted pig’s eyes for Darren later. As for the other food, order whatever you want to eat. I heard that there are a lot of yummy things on the menu,” Christopher said with a smile as he opened the menu, and placed it in the middle of the table.

  Lucy and Darren did not move.

  Dorothy chose a few dishes that she thought looked good, and turned the menu to face Lucy and Darren with a smile as she said, “I’m done choosing. Order a few more dishes. Just order whatever you want, don’t be shy, it’s Grandpa’s treat anyway.”


  “It’s okay. You’ve already ordered a lot. It should be enough for us. We should not waste food.” Lucy shook her head.

  “It’s alright. Some of the things I ordered might not be good,” Dorothy said nonchalantly.

  “Dorothy, it’s not good to be wasteful. This restaurant is different from the other restaurants. If you waste food, you’ll be blacklisted, and you won’t be allowed to come in anymore,” Christopher told Dorothy sternly.

  “Oh.” Dorothy shrugged, and said, “Grandpa, I am someone who treasures food a lot too. I would always finish my food in school. The ones who really waste food are the chefs who make terrible food. If the food is so terrible that the customers cannot finish it, they are the ones who are really wasteful.”


  “That sounds right,” Christopher agreed after thinking through it.

  “Shouldn’t we finish our food whether or not it tastes good?” Lucy said softly yet resolutely.

  “Mm-hm.” Darren nodded in agreement.

  In the years when the villagers did not reap a good harvest, they would even eat tree roots during the winter. The taste didn’t matter as long as it was food, because what was important was whether or not their stomachs could be filled to help them push through the freezing winter night.

  Christopher and Dorothy looked at the siblings for a while, and seemed to have understood something. They nodded in agreement.

  “Yes. Wasting food is wrong, so we should only order as much as we can eat.” Dorothy nodded. After that, she opened the menu again to remove some of the food she had ordered before pushing the menu to Lucy and Darren with a smile as she said, “Now you can order two more dishes that look good but aren’t too filling.”


  “Big Sister, can I have the fragrant fried rice we had in the afternoon?” Darren asked softly as he looked at Lucy. He missed the taste of Yangzhou fried rice, and wanted to see the fried rice which looked like a rainbow.

  “Then both of us will take one plate of the fried rice we had in the afternoon.” Lucy pushed the menu back to Dorothy.

  “In that case, should we order this ice cream? It looks like a good dessert,” Dorothy asked as she pointed to the ice cream on the menu.

  “The three of you can have one each. I saw the other children eating this ice cream, and it looks quite good.” Christopher decided for them with a smile.

  Yabemiya happened to reach their table, and Christopher ordered all the dishes including rum and kebab.

  “Please hold on for a moment.” Yabemiya looked at Darren’s eyes, and smiled as she turned to move towards the kitchen.

  “That server is so beautiful. All of them are very beautiful,” Dorothy commented softly. She looked at Christopher grudgingly, and said, “Grandpa, why did you hide such a good restaurant from me? I’m so disappointed in you.”


  “Didn’t I bring you here already?” Christopher didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.

  “Boss, that young boy could really see. The roasted pig’s eyes are impressive,” Miya said in delight to Mag, who was grilling roasted pig’s eyes seriously, when she entered the kitchen.

  “That’s great.” Mag was smiling as well. He already looked through Darren’s health report when they entered. With a smile, Mag said, “The toxins in the toxic cataracts have already decreased significantly. After that, he would only need three treatments, with 10 skewers of roasted pig’s eyes for each treatment, and he would be completely healed.”


  Hm? Wait, why did he feel like he was giving a prescription?

  “Boss, why are you so familiar with it?” Yabemiya asked in shock.

  “Er…… as a qualified chef, you should know your ingredients very well so you won’t give others the wrong prescription— I mean, serve the wrong dish,” Mag explained shamelessly.

  “Oh.” Yabemiya nodded thoughtfully. She didn’t really understand what Mag was saying.

  “Oh, right, did Little Amy go out to play?” Miya glanced at the counter. She did not see Amy.

  “She brought Hannah out to look for Jessica to play,” Mag replied with a smile. Hannah’s days of being cooped up drawing in a room were finally over. After sleeping for the entire day and waking up only in the evening, Mag saw that she looked rather listless, so he told Amy to bring her out.

  Miya inched closer to Mag, and softly asked, “Also, last night Anna asked me when Shirley’s going to be back. Do you know her exact location?”


  Mag glanced at Anna, who was spacing out at the counter with the money box in her arms, with a slight nod, and said, “She’s stuck in the Wind Forest. I’m trying to ascertain her exact location. When I find her, I will bring her back.”