"But I picked it up." Kang Di put away the scale on the table and said with a bit of regret, "I was late again this time. When I arrived, I only found this dragon scale. The battle was already over. It must have been a battle between two giant dragons."
"Sigh..."
The guests sighed, all showing disappointment. They returned to their seats, their hands, which were about to clap, falling back down.
They thought they were about to witness the birth of a legend, but the outcome was completely different from what they had imagined.
"It hasn't been that long, and you've become so mischievous! You made me so excited for nothing." Ha Beng rolled his eyes, speechless.
Ha Ga chuckled, not annoyed at all.
"One serving of Yang Zhou Fried Rice and one serving of Rou Jia Mo, please." Kang Di said, unsheathing his great sword and placing it beside the table. He smiled at Yabemia without explaining further.
"He's an interesting person." Mai Ge remarked, a moment of surprise followed by a shake of his head with a smile. He hadn't expected such an outcome.
"It's a pity Alex is dead. Otherwise, we could hear his legendary dragon-slaying tales every now and then. The peace that Nolan Continent enjoys today is undoubtedly related to his slaying of those evil dragons." sighed Karl, the storyteller beside them, his face full of regret.
"Grandpa Karl, how about you tell us another story about Alex slaying the dragon next time? I've loved hearing your stories about him since I was a kid. He's my most admired knight, a true man!" Jimmy said to Karl with anticipation.
The guests nearby also looked over upon hearing this. Rumors about Alex had been circulating widely on the continent in previous years, but they were generally just rumors that he had killed another evil dragon somewhere. The specifics were unknown to ordinary people like them.
Karl was the best storyteller in Chaos City, he used to tell some legendary tales of Alex slaying the dragon, and every show was packed.
But he hadn't told Alex's stories for three years. Now, hearing Jimmy mention it, everyone looked at Karl expectantly, wondering if he would agree.
"Since the legend is gone, we only need to remember him, not talk about him all the time. I don't like doing that." Karl shook his head, paused for a moment, then shook his head again with a smile. "I want to tell a story of a dragon slayer before I die. I wonder if I'll have the chance, and what kind of person the protagonist will be?"
Everyone looked at Karl, whose hair was half white. Nolan Continent had not seen a recognized dragon slayer for three years. Whether Karl would live to see one was something no one could be sure of.
"Don't worry, you'll have your chance." Mai Ge smiled at Karl. There was still a Giant Frost Dragon left for Amy, if she worked hard, she should be level ten by then, right?
...
Kenny's ice cream was the first to be served, and everyone's eyes followed the ice cream in Yabemia's hand. It was exactly the same as the picture on the menu: a small cone with two black and white snowballs on top, and a mist of cold air rising from it. It looked quite cute, but everyone wondered what it would taste like.
"Your chocolate ice cream, please enjoy." Yabemia handed the ice cream to Kenny, smiling and suggesting, "You can lick it slowly with your tongue."
"Okay, thank you." Kenny carefully held the ice cream in both hands, his gaze completely captivated.
A wisp of cool air wafted over, carrying a sweet, milky aroma, and another fragrance he'd never smelled before. It must be the smell of chocolate, a wonderfully intoxicating flavor.
Two small snowballs, the milky white milk and dark chocolate perfectly blended, like two smooth ribbons intertwined, looking incredibly delicate. He wondered how such a method had been used to achieve this.
"Is this ice cream?" Everyone's attention was drawn to the ice cream in Kenny's hand. Every time the restaurant launched a new product, it attracted attention, but it was good to see how others reacted before trying it to decide if it was worth it.
"An incredible taste! Rich, creamy milk, but it's not just milk. After licking it, layers of wonderful, mellow sweetness surged forth, the layers so distinct, so delicious!" Kenny swallowed it in one gulp, staring at the ice cream in disbelief, then couldn't resist taking another lick.
He closed his eyes, savoring this unparalleled delicious experience, like gently licking a beautiful girl, afraid of hurting her if he used too much force.
"It looks delicious? Should I have one too?" Jimmy looked at Kenny, who was enjoying licking his ice cream, touched his pocket, and fell into deep thought. He had just received his pocket money for the month, but he had to be careful with his spending if he wanted to get through the month. He had already ordered a serving of tofu pudding, and if he ordered another serving of ice cream, he wouldn't be able to come to Restaurant Mai Mi tomorrow.
"I want an ice cream, the same flavor as his. Please bring it after I finish my Yang Zhou Fried Rice." a young man gestured.
"Daddy, I want ice cream too! I want some, please buy me one, please!" A little girl clung to her father's arm, her big eyes full of expectation.
"No, your mother said you can't eat anything cold in the morning." the father shook his head firmly.
"Waaah, I don't want to hear that! I want it, I want ice cream!" The little girl burst into tears, tears streaming down her face, looking quite pitiful.
"Don't cry, baby. Daddy will ask your mother at noon and see if she'll let you have it. Otherwise, we'll both be punished when we get back." The father quickly and carefully coaxed her, picking up the Sweet Tofu Pudding that had just been served and saying, "Here comes your favorite tofu pudding. Let's eat tofu pudding first."
"No ice cream, baby is going to die..." The little girl slumped in the chair, closed her eyes and pretended to be dead, but when she smelled the aroma of tofu pudding, she honestly opened her mouth and ate the tofu pudding. After swallowing, she kept her eyes tightly closed and muttered, "Even if I eat tofu pudding, I won't come back to life."