Mag recently had the thought of going out to see the world.

  Chaos City was ultimately a city with only 100 years of history, and the background for delicacies there was rather shallow.

  Based on what the System said, to become the God of Cookery, other than gaining more believers, he would also need to have more people learning how to cook from him. He would still need to really integrate himself to find different ingredients in this alternate world to create different delicacies.

  Therefore, this was a new challenge and a new journey to Mag.

  The restaurant was doing good, the customers were nice, and such a relaxed life would make one unwilling to leave this comfort zone.

  However, Mag was still rather looking forward to this challenge. He also wanted to really understand this ancient and mysterious land. He wanted to seek out the mysterious and unknown ingredients, try all the delicacies in this world, and gain more inspiration.

  This would create a spark of creation between the delicacies on Earth and the delicacies in this world. After that, he would turn this spark into a delicacy flame, and set the entire land ablaze.

  Just the thought of it made Mag find it interesting.

  Of course, there was another very important reason.

  He needed some time to try to look for the possible places where the Great Old Ones were sealed on this land. He had to seal them back up before they broke through the seals.

  He was beginning to like this world, and he would not allow anything to destroy it.

  However, before that, he could not let the customers who had gotten used to eating at Mamy Restaurant down.

  Therefore, he needed a successor.

  Firis, who was hardworking enough, was his first choice.

  Under Mag’s teaching, Firis improved very quickly.

  Mag did not expect her to learn all the dishes within a short amount of time, but he hoped that she could learn at least one or two of the more representative dishes of each type of dish. That way, even if he was no longer in the restaurant, the customers could still enjoy different kinds of delicacies.

  However, it was obviously not enough to have Firis alone. Harris and Chapman, who had been living in Chaos City for a long time, were already on Mag’s helper list.

  These two were passionate lovers of cooking. On top of that, with Firis’s experience in cooking, Mag would not have to worry at all with the three of them helming the kitchen.

  Tofu pudding was a dish that required preparation beforehand. Mag explained and demonstrated the steps to Firis and Anna in an even more detailed manner than the recipe he received. On top of that, he added some of his personal experiences and learning points, which was his further upgrade to the almost perfect recipe. It might be only a 0.01% improvement, but it was still something.

  “Alright, now the tofu pudding is ready. All we need to do is wait for it to take shape.” Mag used his finger, and flicked their heads.

  Firis and Anna, who did not really understand what they heard, felt something rush into their heads. The unclear information was like dim lightbulbs that were all lit up suddenly and joined together.

  “Now do you understand?” Mag looked at the two of them with a smile.

  “Mm-hm.” Firis and Anna nodded at the same time.

  “Alright. Today’s lessons will end here. Digest everything that you’ve learned today, and we’ll try making it in the afternoon,” Mag said with a smile. He clapped his hands, and got Firis to start preparing the ingredients.

  ***

  Outside the restaurant, the customers started to form a long line.

  Mylo, who had still been excited in the morning, was now standing with his head hanging low defeatedly.

  Garlan, who was standing behind him, was smiling proudly.

  “Hey, Bro Mylo, why do you look so unhappy? Did your money pouch get stolen?” Randy greeted with a smile. He happened to be diagonally behind Mylo and Garlan.

  “How did you know?” Mylo turned around in shock.

  “Er… that’s really sad news.” Randy shrugged. He did not expect himself to guess it right.

  “Yeah. I thought about it all morning, and I just can’t understand, how am I inferior to a damn money pouch? The thief chose to steal the money pouch, and not me.” Mylo nodded with resignation.

  “Judging from your size, I doubt he could do anything to you too,” Randy said with a smile.

  Mylo sighed again, and said, “Speaking of which, I really pity that bro. The most worthless thing on me was that money pouch. Ever since last year when it tore, I have been treating it as an accessory. Although I did stuff many things inside, they were all small and light furballs. Those that were sewn inside the pouch.”


  Randy raised his brows. That thief who took such a huge risk would probably break down after opening the money pouch.

  However, the thought that Mylo actually used a fake money pouch to put on a false front made him feel that it was not easy as a middle-aged man. He could not help but recall those times he actually could not get his money for his work.

  There were only a few copper coins in his money pouch back then, but he had to put some small stones inside so that those beautiful ladies could take another look at his sagging money pouch and full pocket.

  “Let the unhappy past pass. You didn’t lose anything anyway. Cheer up,” Randy said with a smile.

  “Why don’t we talk about how you found this job that calls for envy? I also want to be troubled over which house to collect rent from first every day.” Mylo looked at Randy seriously.

  Garlan looked at Randy with even more interest. At the same time, he stroked his head filled with hair saplings with confidence.

  “About that. It’s rather complicated,” Randy mumbled.

  “In that case, let’s start from how to become friends with a lady.”


  “That’s easy. Just go up to her and confess,” Randy replied.

  “That’s it?” Mylo was in disbelief.

  “Mm-hm. Most of the girls who reject you would usually say: you’re a good person, but we aren’t suitable for each other. Let’s just be friends.” Mylo nodded. “Look, although we failed in the confession, we succeeded in our goal.”


  “I see… got it!” Mylo nodded as though he was enlightened.

  “So is that how you make friends with a lady?” Mylo asked again.

  Randy shook his head. “No, I don’t usually make friends with ladies. I like older, more sensible, good with their things and unclingy types.”


  “Oh…” Mylo did not really understand, but still nodded.

  “Tsk, tsk. The youngsters nowadays. Think about it, just think about it.” Garlan shook his head, and looked as though he did not want to continue the conversation.

  “Bro Garlan, what’s your take?” Randy asked with a smile.

  “Great minds think alike.” Garlan gave Randy a thumbs-up with a knowing expression.

  “Hehehehehe…”


  The two of them smiled as they exchanged glances.