vncnus Chapter 86 Refusal to Ask for Someone
Chapter 86 Refusal to Ask for Someone
Chapter 86 Refusal to Ask for Someone
"Hey?"
The confused girl tilted her head, unable to understand the meaning of the little guest's words.
"I want you to be my friend first, and then come back in five days to be my wife."
Broly put it succinctly.
"Huh?!"
The children were shocked, and even the confused girl realized what had happened.
"Guest, we do not offer personal seating service."
Miss Seele, who is still 16 years old, said with some difficulty.
"Hey, you're lucky our boss even took a liking to you!"
Losang slammed his hand on the table in dissatisfaction. His absolute support for Broly made him hate anyone who rejected his older brother.
At this moment, he did act like a bullying, sycophantic brat.
"What happened, sir?"
The noise of the table being slammed attracted the attention of the people in the store. The owner of Guihuafang thought that his own employees had caused some trouble again, so he quickly came over to ask what was going on.
"Manager, they want me, they want me to be their wife."
Hill looked to his store manager for help, while the owner of Guihua Fang was somewhat skeptical.
The girl's usual absent-mindedness, coupled with the fact that the guests in front of him were just children, made him not believe her words.
So he turned his questioning gaze toward Broly and the others.
"My older brother took a liking to her and wanted to date her and make her his wife, but she rejected him. That's all!"
Losang stated frankly.
The owner of Guihua Fang: "..."
This time, they really misunderstood their own confused employee.
"Sir, this is a respectable restaurant, not a red-light district. If you're looking for prostitutes, please go to the red-light district!"
The owner of Guihuafang said with some dissatisfaction, but he wasn't afraid of offending the customers in front of him.
After all, they were just a group of children, without any guards, and they weren't dressed like nobles.
He's been able to run a restaurant on Chengxia Street for so many years, and he's dealt with all sorts of strange and shady characters.
Besides, the 10% of the profits that Guihuafang pays to the garrison every year as a security fee isn't paid for nothing.
"We don't hire prostitutes. I just wanted to be friends with her and then make her my wife. But since she's not willing, I won't force her."
Forced relationships are neither sweet nor satisfying; if a strange wife doesn't have a happiness rating, then she's meaningless to Broly.
So, although he was a little disappointed by the rejection, Broly didn't press the matter. He stopped Lausanne from continuing, and since he was a little hungry, he started ordering food.
The dissatisfaction on the owner of Guihua Fang gradually subsided amidst the ordering. A customer who could order the entire menu was clearly a big spender at Guihua Fang.
He put on a smile and beckoned to the girl with glasses next to him, instructing her to take good care of the guests.
"Brother, don't you want your wife anymore?"
After the people left, Losang asked, somewhat puzzled.
"If you can't make people happy, it doesn't matter whether you find a wife or not."
Broly offered an explanation, but most of the participants didn't quite understand it.
"In other words, you didn't give up, you just want that woman to be happy, and you're looking for her as your new wings, right?"
Mine concluded, and Broly nodded, saying that if this couldn't be done, it wouldn't make much difference whether he had the wife or not.
"Seriously, honey, what are your criteria for choosing a partner? Why can't I be your wife?"
Melard complained a little, as she had been trying to become someone Broly was closer to, someone the boy was more affectionate towards.
But no matter how hard he tried, he was still not quite at the same level as Akame and the others. Melard always thought it was because they hadn't developed feelings for each other yet.
Unexpectedly, the bespectacled girl she met for the first time at the restaurant was immediately approached by Broly, which made her a little flustered.
"This needs to be acknowledged."
Broly answered.
"Whose approval?"
Melard pressed for an answer.
"Crystal Palace".
Before Melard could ask any more questions, the first cold dish was served.
"This is cold shrimp noodles. The shrimp are river shrimp, and the noodles are..."
The person who brought the noodles was a girl with her hair tied in buns. She placed two plates, each with four bowls of noodles, on the table and served them to Broly and the others while explaining the characteristics of the noodles.
"This is another side, everyone..."
The bespectacled girl also brought over two large plates, but because other customers were passing by after eating, she swayed a few times to avoid them, lost her balance, and fell over, accidentally throwing the cold noodles from the plates at her.
Broly happened to be sitting here, with his back to Hill who was coming up above him. He was so hungry that his attention was focused on the cold shrimp noodles in front of him that he didn't notice what was happening behind him at all.
So suddenly, he felt a chill on his head as a bowl of cold noodles was poured over it and placed on top of him.
"Hey, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?!"
Losang slammed his hand on the table and angrily questioned him, for he had reason to be suspicious.
"sorry."
Hill quickly apologized; such mistakes were commonplace for someone as clumsy as her.
Whether it's because she's done this kind of thing so many times that she's become numb to it or what, her apologies always seem half-hearted.
"I'm sorry, sir, Hill is a bit clumsy. I'll go get you a towel right away."
Upon seeing this, the girl with the bun hairstyle came over and helped Hill up, and quickly joined her in apologizing.
Over there, the owner of Guihuafang noticed the situation and was already clutching his head in frustration.
I thought it was going to be a big deal, but when the first main course was served, that scatterbrain messed things up.
If those guests simply walked away, he wouldn't be able to say anything.
After all, it was their own staff's fault.
Alright, I need to go to the kitchen now and stop making some dishes that haven't been started yet, so that if the customers leave, my shop won't suffer heavy losses.
"Losang, it's okay, I just got soup poured over my head."
Broly didn't care about the bowl of noodles that had inexplicably been placed on his head; he was more concerned about the changes in the happiness stats of the newly discovered romance targets in the Crystal Palace.
After the bespectacled girl accidentally made a mistake, her happiness level suddenly dropped, but there was no way to drop it any lower. However, after the girl forgave her for covering her face, her happiness level rose again.
This absent-minded girl is clearly not as absent-minded as she appears. She feels sad when she makes a mistake and happy when she is forgiven.
"Thank you very much, guest."
Hill bowed and thanked him, then quickly took the towel from his companion and began to wipe Broly's head.
Broly's head was being pushed around so much that it would be impossible for an ordinary person to eat properly.
But Broly, as his head swayed, continued slurping noodles with his chopsticks, seemingly unaffected.
"Guest, you can take off your clothes later, and I will take care of washing them clean."
After drying the boy's head, Hill continued.
Broly didn't refuse; it was a good thing to have some interaction with his new target.
If the other party changes their mind, wouldn't I get another meal ticket?
After the meal, the owner of Guihuafang restaurant offered a 10% discount as an apology.
"If you come again next time, Osmanthus Shop will give you a 10% discount."
The Saiyan boy, now dressed in clean clothes, nodded. The stinky mandarin fish recommended by this restaurant was indeed very smelly, but also very delicious.
If he could, he would be willing to come here for a few more meals before leaving this world.
After handing the dirty clothes to the confused girl, the group left the restaurant.
"Let me see, what hotels are nearby...?"
Just as Nahashu was looking at the map, preparing to find a good inn to stay in, a figure wearing a beret suddenly approached the carriage.
"Hey buddy, you're looking for a place to stay, right? I know a nice, reasonably priced hotel. Need directions?"
Leone was dressed in a large, old trench coat, his long hair wrapped under a beret, looking like a tomboy, and he was soliciting customers in a gruff voice.
(End of this chapter)