Chapter 1009 - You Will Become As Fat As This

Amy’s eyes lit up instantly. With a smile, she said, “Since Father likes it, you will finish it, right?”

“This…” Mag was stunned. His inner self was going to collapse as he stared at that black stew, but he maintained his smile on his face. “Of course I will finish it because Amy made it.”

“Meow.”

Ugly Duckling came over and rubbed Mag’s calf with its head and looked at him with gratitude as if he had just saved it from purgatory.

“I think the heat is almost there. Amy should remove this fire now.” Mag could vaguely smell the burnt odor from the big pot. The taste was already weird enough; if it got burnt some more, Mag might not be able to swallow it even if he pinched his nose.

“Yes,” Amy answered obediently, and retrieved the fireball on the stove with a wave of her hand.

Mag stared at the stove that had a hole burnt through it and began to negotiate a price for repair with the system in his heart. They agreed on a repair price of 5000 copper coins. This breakfast… was so expensive.

After he went up to wash up and change, Mag carried a bowl of that black stew and sat down in front of the table. A complicated scent greeted his nose, There was the scent of prawns, beef, mushrooms… and all of the ingredients. It was difficult to imagine that they would all appear in the same pot.

Mag gazed at Amy, who was standing next to the table with anticipation. After a moment of hesitation, he still picked up the spoon and fed himself a spoonful of the stew.

It wasn’t delicious; it was a little fishy among the sweet and tangy taste instead. Ingredients that were mixed together without being handled properly would never become a delicious stew even though they were the best ingredients in the world separately.

“How is it, Father?” Amy asked.

“Erm… Very scrumptious.” Mag nodded and smiled as he fed himself another big spoonful.

“It’s great!” Amy clapped with a happy expression. After giving it a thought, she said, “Then I will have a bowl too.”

“No.” Mag swiftly stopped her. Smiling, he said, “Because it is so delicious, Father decides to finish it all. Father will make something nice for Little Amy later.”

Amy looked at Mag and nodded after some pondering. “Alright, since Father loves it, then I will leave it all to Father. And I shall cook for Father every day from now on.”

Mag almost dropped the spoon in his hand. He immediately shook his head, and said, “No. It’s so cold in winter, how could Little Amy wake up early every morning to cook breakfast for Father? You will continue sleeping in the future, and Father will make you breakfast.”

No way. He could only eat this kind of breakfast once. He couldn’t handle any more of it!

After drinking two bowls of stew, Mag threw away the rest in the pot when Amy wasn’t paying attention, and this ended the breakfast debacle.

However, Amy’s thoughts had warmed his heart immensely this winter morning.

“Father, are we going to celebrate the birthday of that big brother orc today?” Amy asked Mag who was washing the bowls in the kitchen after breakfast.

“That’s for tonight.”

“Then, what will we do for the day?” Amy looked at Mag expectantly.

“This morning…” Mag pondered before his eyes suddenly lit up. He turned around, and said to Amy, “Father will bring you to an interesting place later.”

After putting Ugly Duckling into the bicycle’s basket, Mag rode the bicycle toward the west of the city with Amy.

There was a big bazaar in the west of Chaos City. It was also a place where traders from both the north and south gathered. Businessmen gathered here, and street artists were a common sight.

On a rest day, the bazaar had two rows of street vendors along the two sides of the street. The place was full of tourists, and it was busy and full of life.

The orcs were selling beasts’ teeth; the demons were performing fire breathing on the streets; the elves were earning money and claps using their beautiful voices; succubi were dancing seductively with snakes to attract the men’s attention.

“Look, Father! There are two spring onions growing out of that big demon’s nose!

“Wow! That’s a beautiful bird and it sings!

“Look at that huge snake that is tangled on that big sister!”

Amy sat on Mag’s shoulders and looked around her wondrously. She kept exclaiming and her big blue eyes seemed to be glowing.

Ugly Duckling was also huddled on top of Mag’s head, shaking like a leaf.

This was also Mag’s first visit to the bazaar in the west. He only found out about it two days ago when he overheard the customers talking about it. This was a great place to visit besides being a place where everything could be bought and sold.

Everyone, regardless of their gender and age, could find their fill of fun there.

Mag gazed around and discovered that many of the traders were not from Chaos City. He could see a little of all the different local customs on Norland Continent from them.

“Father, I want to eat that sweet.” Amy pointed at a boy who was holding onto a sweet in a bird form.

“Is this sugar figure?” Mag looked at the sugar figure in that boy’s hand. He looked around and saw a stall next to an alley where a white-haired old man gave a little sugar lamb to a child. He walked straight over.

“Little friend, do you want to have some sweets?” the old man asked Amy smilingly.

“Yes.” Amy nodded honestly.

“Spin this wheel. I will make whatever the wheel lands on. If it lands on a blank space, I will make one that you like for free,” the old man said with a smile.

“Yes, yes.” Amy nodded happily.

Mag let Amy down with a smile so that she could spin the wheel. In his distant memory, his father had also brought him to a bazaar and let him spin the wheel of the sugar figure artist.

“Wow, it’s blank! Father, look. I landed on the blank space!” Amy’s surprise voice interrupted Mag’s thoughts. Mag also smiled when he saw where the arrow landed on the wheel. He patted her head. “That’s fantastic.”

“You are so lucky, little girl. Say it. Which one do you want? Grandpa will make it for you.” The old man also smiled at Amy.

“I want…” Amy looked at all the different pictures of birds and animals, and finally chose a fat tiger.

Soon, the fat sugar tiger was done. It looked very cute with its delicate whiskers and silly features.

“Thank you.” Mag nodded to the old man as a form of gratitude.

“Thank you, Grandpa,” Amy said obediently as she received the sugar figure. She continued on her way holding onto Mag’s hand. She raised her head to look at Ugly Duckling on Mag’s shoulders. “Did you see this, Ugly Duckling? If you continue eating, you will become as fat as this.”

“Crack.”

Amy took off half of the tiger’s head with one bite. “Yummy,” she said as she chewed.

Ugly Duckling’s eyes widened as it looked at the sugar tiger without half of its head in Amy’s hand.