"Do you know what elves have the most?" Irina asked Mag.
"Elves?"
"It's plant and nature magic casters." Irina smiled. "As long as we give them a plot of land, a handful of seeds, and a day's time, they could make a whole forest."
Mag blinked. He suddenly realized that his perspective was narrow.
After returning to the restaurant, Mag began his preparation work for the busy afternoon operations.
Mapo Tofu was destined to be the star for lunch hour today. This classic Sichuan cuisine found in Chengdu, China had a brilliant color and irresistible taste.
"Boss, what's the relationship between the Mapo Tofu and the tofu pudding?" Yabemiya asked curiously as she watched Mag grind the tofu.
Mag thought for a while, and replied, "They're probably… like a youthful lady and a middle-aged woman."
"Then isn't the Mapo Tofu a little inferior?"
