Chapter 910 (1/2)
Chapter 910: A Problem in Dreamland (Part II)
Translator: TransN Editor: TransN
“Beef stew soup noodles for two, here you go!” The restaurant owner placed two bowls in front of them, exhilarated and gleeful. He even gave the table another quick wipe. Apparently, he believed that the arrival of the martialist had enlightened his simple premises, for Garcia was, after all, a celebrity in the apartment.
“Thank you. Can we also have a fried egg, please?” Roland drew out two sets of chopsticks. “One for each.”
“No problem!”
“If I were you, I would definitely not pick this place to eat breakfast with a lady.” Garcia rolled her eyes. “No wonder you’re still single.”
“This is slander!” thought Roland. If he wasn’t such an
honorable man and above flirting with the God’s Punishment Witches, they would
have taken him long ago…
“Um, Zero has to go to school later, and I need to bring her breakfast. If it’s too far…”
“I understand. That’s why I say this shouldn’t be regarded as an example.” Garcia interrupted him. She split the disposable chopsticks and mixed the green onions and beef together. Soon the soup noodles turned an appealing brownish red color. She first blew on the noodles to cool it down and then slurped them as if they were long, flowing ribbons.
The slurping sound made Roland’s mouth water.
“Wow.” Roland twitched his lips. “You know how to eat fast food pretty well. I thought you weren’t used to this kind of street food.”
“That’s just your assumption.” Garcia shrugged. “I’ve been here for almost 10 years and have tried every restaurant around this area. It’s just basic manners for a host to pick a relatively decent restaurant. Plus, I don’t like being stared at by strangers all the time.”
Roland now noticed that not only did customers in the restaurant look in this direction from time to time, but random passersby as well. Apparently, Garcia’s distinctive gray hair and toned body attracted a lot of people’s attention.
“Oops… I forgot about that.”
“So let’s get down to business.” Garcia cast him a cold glance. “Why did you suddenly need to see me? The Martialist Association won’t help you with anything illegal.”
Roland wondered why she was so alarmed. He had just returned from the headquarter yesterday and did not do anything illegal. Was there anything more illegal than the hunting license?
Roland hesitated for a while before answering Garcia’s question. “I want to meet your master. Can you book an appointment for me?
“Huh?” For a moment, Garcia did not follow him.
“Your master… Ms. Lan.” Roland soon made an excuse. “I feel regretful for bailing on her last time, so I want to apologize to her in person.”
Garcia studied him with great interest as if he were a stranger to her. Then she waved away Roland’s request and said, “Really? Now you know how important to have my master as a reference. Save it. She won’t see you anymore.”
“Perhaps Ms. Lan doesn’t hate me as much as you imagine.”
“Do you want to tell me that she was nice to you at the orientation? ” Garcia said carelessly, “Get over with yourself. You’ve missed the chance I once gave you. My master will never waste her time on a person who doesn’t even abide by the basic etiquette of punctuality, not to mention meeting them.”
“Regardless, make a call first.” Roland insisted.
Garcia seemed to notice something. “You… you don’t really want to make an apology to her, do you?”
“If I can learn some training methods for martialists from her, that would be even better.” Roland managed to keep a straight face.
Garcia twitched her lips. She was about to dissuade Roland from pursuing such an unrealistic idea, but she, in the end, picked up her cell phone.