Chapter 86

"Huh?"

The absent-minded girl tilted her head, unable to understand the meaning of the little customer's words before her.

"I want you to be friends with me first, and then come be my wife in five days."

Broly stated concisely.

"Eh?!"

The children were startled, and the absent-minded girl also reacted.

"Customer, our shop does not offer a 'pointing people' service."

Xier Jiejie, currently still 16 years old, said with some difficulty.

"Hey, our Big Bro taking a liking to you is your good fortune!"

Luosang slapped the table in dissatisfaction; his absolute devotion to Broly made him hate anyone who refused Big Bro.

At this moment, he actually displayed the appearance of a villain's lackey bullying others by relying on influence.

"This customer, what happened?"

The noise of the table slapping attracted the attention of the people in the shop; the Guihua Fang Boss thought it was his own shop assistant causing trouble again, and hurriedly walked over to inquire about the situation.

"Store Manager, they want to point me, they want me to be a wife."

Hill looked at her own Store Manager with a seeking-help gaze; the Guihua Fang Boss was somewhat half-believing, half-doubting.

The girl's usual absent-mindedness, plus the fact that these customers were just children, made him not believe her words.

So, he turned his inquiring gaze toward Broly and the others.

"My Big Bro took a liking to her, wanted to date her, make her his wife, she refused, that's how it is!"

Luosang spoke directly.

Guihua Fang Boss: "..."

This time he really had wrongly blamed his own absent-minded shop assistant.

"Customer, this is a proper restaurant, not a flower street; if you want to point a miss, please go to the flower street side!"

The Guihua Fang Boss said with some dissatisfaction, not fearing to offend the customers before him at all.

After all, before him was just a group of children, no guards by their side, dressed not like Nobles either.

He had run a restaurant in City Lower Street for so many years, and had dealt with all sorts of shady characters.

Besides, the ten percent profit security fee Guihua Fang pays to the Guard Corps every year isn't paid for nothing.

"We're not pointing a miss, I just want to be friends with her, then let her become my wife; however, since she's not willing, I won't force it either."

A forcibly twisted melon isn't sweet and doesn't quench thirst; a stranger wife without Happiness Value holds no Meaning for Broly.

So, although being refused was a bit disappointing, Broly didn't insist either, stopping Luosang who was preparing to continue speaking; somewhat hungry, he began ordering dishes.

The dissatisfaction on the Guihua Fang Boss's face gradually faded amidst the ordering; a customer who could order the entire Menu once through was clearly a big client of Guihua Fang.

A smile hung on his face, and he called over the glasses-girl beside him, instructing her to properly serve the good customers.

"Big Bro, you don't want a wife anymore?"

Luosang asked in confusion after the person left.

"If I can't make someone feel happiness, having a wife or not is the same."

Broly explained in one sentence, but most of the little partners didn't quite understand.

"In other words, you didn't give up, you just want to make that Jiejie from just now feel happiness, then seek her out as a new wing, right?"

Main summarized; Broly nodded. If he couldn't do this point, there was no difference between having this wife or not.

"Speaking of which, wife this wife that, what exactly are your mate selection standards? Why can't I be the wife?"

Merad complained a bit; all along this journey she had been trying to become the one by Broly's side, the object receiving the boy's greater closeness.

But no matter how she tried, there was still some gap compared to Chitong and them; Merad had always thought this was because there hadn't been enough time for affection to grow.

Unexpectedly, suddenly in the restaurant, the glasses-girl met for the first time could directly receive Broly's closeness, making her a bit unable to hold back.

"This requires obtaining acknowledgment."

Broly answered.

"Whose acknowledgment?"

Merad pursued the question. "Crystal Palace."

Before Merad could continue asking, the first cold appetizer staple came up.

"This is Cold Shrimp Cold Noodles, the shrimp are river shrimp, the noodles are..."

The one serving the noodles was a girl with steamed bun hair; she held two platters, each holding four bowls of noodles, placed them on the table, serving Broly and the others on one side while introducing the noodle characteristics.

"This is the other noodles, everyone..."

The glasses-girl also brought two large platters, but because other customers who had eaten their fill passed by, she swayed a few times to dodge, lost her balance all at once, and directly pounced over, incidentally flinging the cold noodles from the platters over.

Broly just happened to be sitting on this side, back facing the approaching Hill; hungry, his attention was entirely on the Cold Shrimp Cold Noodles before him, he didn't pay any attention to the situation behind him at all.

So very suddenly, he felt his head go cold, a bowl of cold noodles poured onto his head, the noodle bowl also covering his head.

"Hey, you bastard did that on purpose?!"

Luosang slammed the table, furiously questioning; he had reason to suspect this.

"Sorry."

Hill hurriedly apologized; this kind of mistake was already nothing out of the ordinary for the clumsy her.

And perhaps because she'd done this kind of thing too many times, become numb, or whatever the reason, her apology always gave people an absent-minded feeling.

"Apologies, customer, this Hill is a bit clumsy, I'll go get a towel for you right away."

The steamed bun hair girl, seeing this, after coming over to help Hill up, also hurriedly helped her apologize.

That side, the Guihua Fang Boss discovered the situation here, already holding his head in a headache.

I thought it was big business, but as soon as the first main dish went up, that scatterbrain went and ruined things.

If those customers just up and left, he wouldn't be able to say a thing.

After all, it was his own waitress's mistake.

Right then, now I have to go to the kitchen and call off some dishes that haven't started cooking yet, in case the customers really leave and the shop suffers heavy losses.

"Luosang, it's fine, I just got a headful of soup poured on me."

Broly didn't mind the bowl of noodles inexplicably dumped on his head; he was more concerned with the changes in the new capture target's happiness value inside the Crystal Palace.

He saw that after the glasses-girl made a careless mistake, the other party's happiness value suddenly dropped — a 'can't drop any lower' prompt — and after he spoke up to forgive the bowl-dumping behavior, the other party's happiness value rose again.

This scatterbrained girl clearly wasn't as absent-minded as she appeared on the surface; she felt upset when doing wrong, and happy after being forgiven.

"Thank you very much, customer."

Hill bowed in thanks, quickly took the towel her companion handed over, and began wiping Broly's head.

Broly's head was shoved this way and that by her; an ordinary person definitely wouldn't be able to eat properly.

But Broly, following the sway of his head, used chopsticks to pick up noodles and slurp them without any effect.

"Customer, you can take off your clothes in a bit, I'll be responsible for washing them clean."

After drying the boy's head, Hill continued.

Broly didn't refuse; having some intersection with the new capture target was a good thing.

In case the other party changes their mind, wouldn't I get an extra meal ticket?

A big meal ended, and the Guihua Fang boss proactively gave a ten percent discount as an apology.

"If you come again next time, our Guihua Fang will still give you ten percent off."

The Saiyan boy, already changed into clean clothes, nodded; the stinky mandarin fish this shop recommended was indeed stinky, but also indeed delicious.

If possible, before leaving this world, he was still willing to come eat here a few more times.

After handing the dirty clothes in his hand to the scatterbrained girl, the group left the restaurant.

"Let me see, the inns nearby are..."

Just as Nahashu was looking at the map, preparing to find a good inn to stay at, a figure wearing a beret suddenly leaned up beside the carriage.

"Young man, you're looking for a place to stay, right? I know an inn that's good quality low price with a decent environment, need me to guide you?"

Leone wore an oversized old trench coat, long hair tucked under a beret, dressed like a tomboy, soliciting customers in a coarse voice.

(Chapter End)