Tree King: What? I've become the Abundant Pharmacist?

Chapter 144 An Unexpected Cuisine

Belleburg, Upper Town.

"This is it."

Eve and Clara stopped in front of a restaurant.

This is the same restaurant where they were detained last time.

Eve had a pretty deep impression of the restaurant owner, after all, he was a Tangda person who could use chakra.

"Welcome, how many of you?"

The boss saw someone come in and immediately asked them questions.

"I'm here again, boss," Eve waved and greeted him.

"Oh, it's you! I remember now."

Upon seeing Eve's beautiful face, the boss immediately remembered her.

Isn't this the great mother who took care of her disabled daughter and never abandoned her?

"Hmm? This time... your two daughters didn't come?" The boss glanced at Clara and then asked.

"Two daughters?" Eve asked, puzzled.

"Two daughters?" Clara exclaimed in shock.

"Yes, the one who came with you last time, the one with pink hair and the one with gray hair," the shopkeeper continued.

“This…” Eve understood instantly.

It seems the boss misunderstood.

At that moment, Clara hugged Eve's leg tightly, "I am Eve's mother's daughter!"

"This... oh, I see, it's your youngest daughter, right!" The boss looked at Clara and suddenly realized.

These days, it's really tough being a mother with three daughters, let alone one who's mentally unstable.

Eve noticed that her boss seemed to have misunderstood something, but also understood it, so she nodded slightly and decided not to explain further.

Forget it, it's better to avoid trouble.

Clara, on the other hand, was still clinging tightly to Eve's leg, seemingly asserting her dominance.

"Alright, alright, enough of that. What would you two like to eat? The menu is on the table." The owner said as he walked back to the kitchen.

At this moment, Eve led Clara to sit down.

"Besides fried rock crab, what else would you like to eat?" she asked Clara gently, pointing to the menu.

"Um..." Clara hesitated as she looked at the menu.

The novel dish names above were all ones she had never seen before.

After all, the supplies in the lower city are not this plentiful.

"Have you made your choice?" Eve continued to ask gently.

"I've made my choice," Clara said nervously.

Looking at the menu with its novel dish names, Clara randomly picked a few dishes with long names.

She believes that the longer the name of a dish, the tastier it is.

"Okay, boss, let's serve the food. Mine is the same as last time: a black bread soda iceberg and a Jim Rogers bread-flavored soda."

"Ok."

The owner came out and took the menu. After seeing the markings on it, his expression became intriguing.

Finally! I never expected that one day someone would actually order this dish again.

The day had finally arrived for him to showcase his skills. He knew that those rumors were just a temporary misunderstanding, and that his culinary talent would be recognized over time!

The boss walked into the kitchen full of confidence and anticipation and started frying.

Eve was still playing with Clara outside when the aroma began to waft out from the kitchen.

The aroma was incredibly tempting; it truly lived up to its reputation as a must-try little shop in the Upper City district.

Clara, standing nearby, was also clearly aroused and couldn't help but swallow hard.

A short while later, the owner brought out the dishes from the kitchen.

Besides Clara's fried rock crab, Eve's black bread soda iceberg, and Jim Rogers bread-flavored soda, there were a few other dishes I hadn't seen before.

Judging from its appearance and aroma, the taste should be pretty good.

"You're missing one dish, it should be ready soon."

After saying that, the boss hurriedly went back to the kitchen.

As Eve heard about the last dish, she gradually became more and more expectant.

The previous dishes all look good; I wonder how this last one will be.

With a "ding," the oven was opened, and suddenly an indescribable smell spread throughout the shop.

The moment Eve smelled the scent, she immediately held her breath, her expression turning somewhat awkward.

This taste... is indescribable... nauseating...

Is this the last dish?

This smell...why does it smell so familiar?

It smells familiar, like something I've smelled before.

Clara did the same, quickly covering her nose with her little hands.

Just then, the owner came out carrying a pie and placed it on Eve and the others' table.

"Here comes the final dish, 'Belogberg's Winter: Even Salted Fish Have Dreams - Stargazing Pie'!"

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