Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  In the office of the chief editor of?

  , Garlan seriously said to the main staff of the editing department, “Although the current situation is tumultuous, it isn’t a valid reason for us to delay the update. Add in Boss Mag’s tutorial of the eggplant with garlic sauce after his interview script. Put it as the biggest headline on the cover. I want to see the sample issue today, and we will release the new issue as usual three days later. Tell the publisher to get ready to print additional copies.”


  “But Boss Mag said he hoped to release these two articles in two separate issues,” Mylo spoke up.

  Another supervisor in charge of typesetting said, “Besides, we have to do a lot of work if we add it at the last minute. It’ll be very difficult to get the sample issue out by today.”


  “In the current situation, no one knows if tomorrow or an accident is to come first. If this is going to be?

  ‘s last issue, I hope it can leave a mark in the magazine’s history.” Garlan’s gaze swept over everyone present. “I know every one of you loves this industry. As someone who loves

  , anything is possible, right?”


  The eyes of all of them lit up, and they nodded before they got up, and threw themselves into work.

  After everyone left, Mylo, who was still left, asked Garlan suspiciously in a soft voice, “Is that really so?”


  Garlan closed the door, sat behind his desk, and softly sighed. “It’s nonsense. The big boss wants to make a last killing because he’s worried about the situation, so I push forward Boss Mag’s article.”


  Mylo chuckled when he heard that. “Anyway, the truth isn’t too far off. If this is the last issue, missing Boss Mag’s tutorial of the eggplant with garlic sauce will definitely be my greatest regret.”


  “Yes. Boss Mag not only cooks well, he’s also excellent at writing cooking tutorials. I even wonder if he has written food reviews before? Did he have another identity?” Garlan concurred.

  At first, he even wanted Mag to narrate and Mylo to write it down before writing it into a script.

  Then, Mag said he wanted to write it himself. However, he was also ready for Mylo to edit it.

  In the end, they were both amazed when they received Boss Mag’s script. The words flowed naturally, and the language was simple and lively. He made a recipe into an extremely beautiful essay. He had combined education and entertainment, which impressed Mylo.

  If he hadn’t witnessed Boss Mag’s culinary skills and Mamy Restaurant’s booming business, Garlan would have had the urge to ask Mamy Restaurant to become a professional food reviewer. It was a pity to waste that talent.

  “Is the situation really going to deteriorate?” Mylo asked softly again. The people in Rodu felt a little uneasy too. After experiencing a long period of peace, although the Roth Empire was very powerful now, people were still afraid whenever war was mentioned.

  Garlan sighed and shook his head. “What do we normal people know? However, I’ve heard that dozens of orc tribes were massacred by us. This is most likely not going to end well. Let’s pray for ourselves.”


  ***

  Mag received a letter from the

  ‘s editorial department, which notified him that they had published his eggplant with garlic sauce in advance.

  Mag didn’t have any opinions about that. Just as Garlan and his team had judged, the current situation was tumultuous. Nobody knew what could happen tomorrow. Whether it was for monetary benefits, or for the magazine’s people’s ideals, Mag could accept the early publishing of the tutorial.

  Furthermore, he also hoped that the eggplant with garlic sauce’s tutorial would bring him more religious points. After reaching the peak on the path of a knight, he could only attempt it on the path of a chef by spreading good food now.

  A tumultuous situation was unfavorable to spreading good food. Who would care about good food when they could die at any time. The most important thing was to stay alive.

  ?Mag could hear the customers’ worried conversations even when he was frying dishes in the kitchen.

  Although Chaos CIty was a neutral city, once the racial war broke out, no party could remain absolutely neutral and stay out of the war completely.

  “Father, when can we go out to play? Like the time we went to the island. I like the feeling of dressing up as another person.” After the lunch service was over, Amy went over to Mag, who had just taken off his chef’s suit and sat down, and looked at him expectantly.

  “Does Little Amy want to go on a long vacation?” Mag looked at Amy smilingly.

  “Mm-hmm. I do.” Amy nodded her little head.

  “Alright. Father will sort out our schedule, and see when I can bring you and Annie out for a holiday, or set up a small restaurant in another place for a short while.” Mag nodded with a smile. The little one rarely had a school break. He should indeed bring her out to play.

  Amy touched her forefingers together, and hesitantly said, “There’s one more thing I wonder if Father will agree…”


  “What is it, Little Amy?” Mag asked softly.

  Amy looked up at Mag, and whispered, “I haven’t seen my friends for a long time. Jessica said that Teacher Luna had prepared a lot of delicious food for them, and they also had a place to stay now. I would like to visit them. Can you make some scrumptious food for them, please?”


  Mag looked at the gleam glittering in the little one’s eyes, and couldn’t help feeling touched.

  Even though the little one had been busy with magical cultivation and the restaurant’s matters recently, she was still the little cutie who cared for her friends.

  “Of course. Father will go with you. I will take the kitchenware along and barbecue for the children.” Mag nodded smilingly.

  “Fantastic! I love you, Father.” Amy jumped up happily, hugged Mag, and kissed him on his cheeks.

  “Then I will go and prepare for it. You and Annie go and play first.” Mag patted Amy’s head smilingly before getting up to go to the kitchen.

  Half an hour later, Mag carried two grills, one ice cream machine, and a food crate full of ingredients, and went out with Amy and Annie.

  Amy told Annie about the time that she wandered on the streets along the way. However, the sad experience sounded fun and adventurous when Amy said it, as if all the dangers and difficulties were simply small issues not even as important as a pancake.

  Annie listened quietly. She would sometimes smile, frown, or pat Amy’s with sympathy. Although she still couldn’t speak, she could already fully understand the common tongue.

  The horse-drawn carriage stopped, and the coachman said, “We’ve arrived.”


  Mag flipped the carriage’s covers, and walked out. Looking at the brand-new green house and walls that were covered in drawings, a smile appeared on Mag’s face.

  This orphanage looked just like a kindergarten. The bright but not glaring colors, architecture, and those childish wall murals gave people the sense of thriving vitality.

  It was obvious that Luna had indeed put in a lot of effort into giving the children a new home.