Chapter 2015: There’s Probably No Chance In This Life
Chapter 2015: There’s Probably No Chance In This Life
The seemingly simple mung bean pastry had already reached its sixth version in the afternoon.
Upon hearing Mag’s call, the three turned simultaneously to look at him, and then at the mung bean pastry in his hands.
Annie and Irina appeared rather hesitant and resistant to trying, while Amy’s eyes still glimmered like it would when she saw food.
"I want to have a little bear, and then the little penguin." Amy put on her disposable gloves immediately, and grabbed one animal in each hand. She stuffed the little bear mung bean pastry into her mouth, and bit its head off.
Amy’s cheeks were puffed out, and her blue eyes lit up. She blinked her eyes in surprise, and said, "It’s cool and icy. Very refreshing, very delicious."
Irina and Annie, who were still a little hesitant, reached out for the mung bean pastry as well.
Irina took a small bite. The previous few versions that Mag made were better than the one bought from the streets, but having too much of it was rather revolting. After having more than 10, Irina felt that she almost smelled like mung beans.
However, the mung bean pastry this time was rather special. It was chilled, but did not become hard like ice. It was just cooler.
The moment the chilled mung bean pastry went into her mouth, the sweetness also decreased by a lot. The texture was still as fine and refreshing, and the pastry would melt easily in her mouth. It tasted denser, and was fragrant and soft, yet not sticky. It was indeed very delicious, and was not as sweet as before.
Annie also ate the pastry in small mouthfuls quickly. The smile on her face showed that she was very satisfied with the mung bean pastry as well.
"How is it? How’s the taste of the chilled mung bean pastry?" Mag asked with a smile.
"Delicious. Its texture is better, and it is no longer too sweet. This is way better than the mung bean pancake we had in the morning, and also slightly better than the previous few versions." Irina nodded. She looked at Mag with admiration. It only took an afternoon for this dessert to see obvious changes. He was indeed a stunning talent in culinary.
"That’s great. Have it first. I’ll go back to improve it further." Mag placed the tray down, took a piece, and tried it.
The chilled mung bean pastry was indeed better. It was no longer so sweet, but the texture was not affected. But upon meticulous tasting, Mag could still feel that there were some solid pieces.
"This is the right direction. There is an overall texture and taste, but it is still far from perfect. Looks like I have to find some time to go into the test field for the God of Cookery. There are still many places to improve on." Mag found a
Of course, his current standard of the mung bean pastry would definitely top the sales in pastry if he was to sell it.
Because he made too many of the mung bean pastries, Mag sent some over to Merante and Noya for them as dinner.
Perfect tools.
"Boss Mag, I am very thankful to you and your wife for saving my life," Merante said gratefully with a deep bow.
"Don’t worry about it. We have a common goal, so we should help each other out." Mag quickly helped Merante up. He did not think that he did anything great last night.
On top of that, Merante and Noya were in danger because they were tracking Josh. Helping them was what he should do.
"I made some mung bean pastries. Have some. There are two helpings of fried rice too. Take this as your dinner." Mag placed the lunch boxes down, and drew a circle at the corner of the room after that. He placed a circular dish down.
"This is?" Noya asked in bewilderment as he looked at the circular dish.
"This is a simple one-way teleportation portal. It can be used to teleport some items. I will be delivering the food through this teleportation portal from now on to avoid attracting too much attention by coming over frequently," Mag explained with a smile as he finished up with the portal.
"That’s convenient," Noya exclaimed.
"We should be continuing with our investigations, but things have to be delayed now because I’m injured," Merante said self-reproachfully with a sigh.
"It’s alright. Now, we can confirm that Josh is in Rodu, and he already found out that we are tracking him." Mag smiled. "If he continues to leave his evil aura for us to trace, we will only be led on by him, and will easily fall into his trap again."
"Then what should we do? The only thing we can do now is to track the evil aura." Noya frowned.
"Since he can set up a trap for us, we can also set up a trap to force him out, or limit the space he can move in." Merante looked at Merante, and said, "Rest well for some time. When you’re better, you can continue with the investigations. Leave things to us for the next couple of days."
"Alright." Merante nodded. He did not force himself beyond his capabilities.
This was Rodu, where 10th-tier powerhouses could be gathered quickly. With his current condition, going out would be a burden on others.
Mag left and returned to the tavern. On his way back, he met Eiffie, who was carrying some takeaway food.
Initially, he thought that this woman would be avoiding him because of what happened previously. However, he did not expect her to be more thick-skinned than he imagined. When she saw him, instead of having any intention to avoid him, she went up to him with a smile, and even said coquettishly, "Yo, isn’t this Boss Hades? Why are you out alone for a walk?"
"Mm-hmm. I bought some groceries, and am now on my way back to cook for my wife and children." Mag shook the basket in his hand. It was filled with some groceries.
As an excellent undercover, Mag would always strive to make his cover story natural and logical.
"Wow, I didn’t expect Boss Hades to be a good man who cooks." Eiffie covered her mouth in shock. With a soft laugh, she said, "I wonder when I would have the chance to try your cooking. Your wife is really a lucky woman."
"There’s probably no chance in this life," Mag answered seriously.
"…" Eiffie.
"I’m home. I will not chat further with you. Goodbye, Miss Eiffie." Miss nodded with a smile before walking into his tavern.
"Hmph…" Eiffie watched the tavern door close slowly, and stomped her feet in frustration, telling herself, "There is no man that I, Eiffie, can’t mesmerize. Just you wait, you will be mine!"
"An incapable little vixen." Mag smiled. That amount of charm was of no effect to him at all.
The moment Mag closed the door, he met with Irina’s smiling gaze.
Mag knew that she probably saw what happened earlier, and was pleased with his self-control.
"Are you opening for business tonight?" Irina asked.
"Yes. I’ll still be opening until 9 pm." Mag took a look at his watch. It was already 6 pm. He quickly opened the door again, and changed the wooden plaque at the door to indicate that they were open.
"That thing can wait till we close for the day.."