Chapter 1823 - Boss, We're Going To Lay Out Our Cards

The afternoon operation time ended in a lively atmosphere.

The customers returned with satisfaction after tasting two completely new dishes at a price lower than what they expected and what was regular at the restaurant.

The various powerhouses were addicted to the mysterious illusions, and many were still standing outside the restaurant after lunch hours.

Irina did not go too far off, either. She was sitting on a bench nearby. If there hadn't been a group of 10th-tier powerhouses standing at the restaurant, she would have long teleported back and asked Mag about it.

"What are you doing, not leaving after eating? I am getting ready to teach my disciple her homework. Get going, don't disrupt my disciple's studying," Krassu said with annoyance as he waved at the various representatives.

All of them rolled their eyes with no intention to move.

"Forget it. Do you think we don't know what you're thinking of? We just want to ask the owner about those stir-fried octopus tentacles and octopus balls. Since most of us who had it saw some strange images, and that was helpful to our training to a certain extent, we would naturally have to thank the owner," Louis said.

"Say, do you think this owner's culinary skill had reached such an astounding level that his dishes made us see that miraculous imagery?" Dracula asked curiously. He wanted to know if his conjecture was possible.

The powerhouses thought deeply, and could not say for sure.

Those two dishes were indeed very delicious. Other than Mag himself, no one could make food any more delicious.

No one could say for sure if a person with such superb culinary skills could actually reach that level because of his skills.

"We'll find out once we ask. Why stand here brooding over it?" Douglas pushed the door open, and the bell rang.

"Haven't we already ended? Why is there someone at the door?" Upon hearing the bell, the ladies turned in shock. Miya put her plates down to go over for a look.

"Let me go." Mag hung his chef's suit aside, and walked towards the door.

He had long discovered that the powerhouses were waiting outside the door, and started making guesses about why they stayed.

They were sucking up the stir-fried octopus tentacles and octopus balls, and seemed to have forgotten the nightmare of yesterday. They were all so absorbed with the food they appeared to be in a trance-like state.

One had to know that all of them were top powerhouses of their tribes, and were professionally trained. They would not usually behave like this.

Besides, they did not leave after eating, and were all waiting outside, as though they were trying to ask him for an explanation.

This meant that the octopus tentacle probably aided in their training.

The only thing that a 10th-tier powerhouse could be interested in was the Law of the Way.

"System, what's wrong with your octopus tentacles? There won't be any issues with it, right?" Mag asked inside as he walked to the door.

"After countless tests and live experiments from yours truly, this octopus tentacle was found to be poisonless and harmless. It is also rich in protein and nutrients. Having it for a prolonged period could boost immunity and growth. Having a meal a day would even help an 80-year-old climb up six stories in one breath without feeling breathless!" the system said proudly.

"In one breath without feeling breathless is bullsh*t." Mag rolled his eyes. Whatever the system said was akin to saying nothing.

"Let's take a look at the situation first." Since he could not get anything out from the system, Mag could only go take a look at what the powerhouses wanted.

The restaurant door opened, and Mag looked at the dozens of powerhouses standing outside in shock. "Everyone… we've ceased operations. Are you still hungry?"

Everyone sized Mag up first. What happened today was too miraculous, and they could not help but suspect if the restaurant's owner was a hidden powerhouse.

However, be it through the consciousness testing or their spiritual power scanning, this owner looked just like a mere ordinary human.

Perhaps it was due to his long hours of labor in the kitchen, Mag appeared stronger than normal humans, but he was still incomparable to even a 1st-tier knight.

If you randomly threw fireball magic in the streets, you would be able to kill more than 10 of such people.

Louis took a step forward, and said in a loud voice, "Boss, we're not here to eat. My beloved disciple is working at your place, so I won't be beating about the bush. We just want to ask you, what's with your stir-fried octopus tentacles and octopus balls?"

"Are you dissatisfied with these two new products? If that is the case, I can refund you the money, and please do not come over to eat again," Mag asked to test the waters. He wore a worried expression, behaving as though he was a pitiful restaurant owner who was cheated.

"No, no, Boss, we do not mean that." Louis quickly waved his hands. It would be his greatest loss to be unable to go to a restaurant with such delicious food again.

"What do you mean, then?" Mag was still puzzled. He looked at the powerhouses, and then asked, "Are you really not here for a refund?"

"Of course not." The powerhouses all waved their hands.

This restaurant owner was really good at bringing things out of context.

"We just want to ask about how the octopus tentacle and octopus ball were made." Louis tried asking in a different way.

All the powerhouses looked at Mag expectantly.

"You want to learn?" Mag chuckled. "This is a trade secret. Under normal circumstances, I can't teach you."

Everyone rolled their eyes. They looked at Mag in an unfriendly manner. This lad… was asking for a beating.

"Say, everyone here is famous. There's no need to get a mid-career switch to learn cooking, right? This dish might look simple, but if you were to really make it, you would probably only understand how to do it, but your hands won't be able to keep up," Mag dissuaded them.

"Alright, Boss, we're going to lay out our cards. After eating the stir-fried octopus tentacles and octopus balls you made, we saw some illusions." Louis was a little frustrated. It seemed as though this restaurant owner really knew nothing. He had to be more direct.

"D-don't spout such things casually. I did not lace the food with drugs. You can't malign me with such things just because you're powerful. I am just running a small business. My shop can't withstand any tearing apart." Mag quickly waved his hands and turned to look left and right, ready to call for help.

"Don't shout. Don't shout. We saw good things." Louis quickly stopped Mag.

"Good things?" Mag was puzzled. "I didn't lace it with any aphrodisiac. How could you see good things?"

"F*ck…"

Louis's face turned black.