"What's wrong with you?"
Hearing the soldier beside him, Stork immediately frowned and said unhappily, "Didn't we agree on two servings each? If you can't finish it, then pack it up and take it with you!"
"B-But…"
The soldier trembled as he pointed at the price list on the wall opposite them, lowering his voice. "Sir, maybe… you should take a look at the price first…"
"No need!"
Stork waved his hand dismissively and scolded him, "This is Mr. Arashi's restaurant, understand? We're here today to support him! Sit down and stop talking nonsense!"
Before the soldier could say anything else, Stork stood up and shouted toward Arashi, "Mr. Arashi, please prepare two servings for each of my soldiers! Sorry for the trouble!"
"Two servings each?"
Even Arashi was slightly surprised, but only for a second. He immediately nodded seriously. "Two servings per person—no problem at all. That's… forty-four servings!"
Belle-Mère, who was standing nearby, was already on the verge of bursting out laughing!
When Arashi had just entered the kitchen, she had overheard the conversation between that soldier and Stork. Although the soldier had tried to warn him, Stork didn't care at all!
More importantly, while Stork hadn't looked at the price, the other soldiers had all heard the exchange and instinctively raised their heads to look at the price list.
And with just one glance, every single one of them broke out in cold sweat.
But because of Stork's firm "No need," none of them dared to react. They could only sit there stiffly, pretending nothing had happened.
There were twenty-two of them in total. With two servings each, that meant forty-four servings.
At 18,888 Beli per serving, this meal would cost over 800,000 Beli.
One of the soldiers silently calculated the total in his mind—and nearly fainted on the spot.
Luckily, the comrade beside him quickly supported him and whispered, "Brother, stay strong… you've got to stay strong!"
That soldier looked calm on the surface, but inside he was panicking like crazy.
Because he had already calculated the exact total—
831,072 Beli.
That was practically the combined annual salary of all of them.
Emmmm…
So exhilarating…
Spending nearly a million Beli on a single meal made every Marine present feel like their lives had reached a whole new peak!
Since the villagers had already finished selling the last batch of tangerines, they voluntarily came over to help at the restaurant.
With their assistance, the first batch of Ultimate Yangzhou Fried Rice was soon served.
Looking at the plate placed before him, Stork couldn't help but swallow.
He had originally thought it was just ordinary fried rice. But the moment it was set in front of him, a rich fragrance of rice filled the air, making him involuntarily gulp.
It was completely different from any fried rice he had ever tasted before. There was no greasy smell—instead, it carried a pure, fragrant aroma of rice. Each grain was distinct, glossy, and plump, perfectly fluffy yet tender. The ingredients were abundant—ham, eggs, green peas, carrots… everything looked fresh, smooth, and incredibly appetizing.
Most importantly, the entire plate of fried rice seemed to emit a faint glow.
At a glance, the glossy grains of rice looked like golden particles radiating light—almost like gold itself. It was unbelievably magical!
Stork eagerly picked up his spoon, wanting to devour it all in one go—but he couldn't bear to waste it. So instead, he carefully scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth.
"Mmm~~~~"
The perfect texture of the rice, combined with the refreshing taste of the ingredients, sent Stork straight into bliss. His eyes widened as he let out a long, satisfied sigh!
"This… this fried rice is unbelievably delicious!!!"
"Quick—quick, you all have to try it!"
Having reached the peak of happiness with just one bite, Stork spoke while already devouring his food like a man possessed.
The soldiers watched their captain eating with such enjoyment, then exchanged glances before instinctively looking back at the price list on the wall.
Even though the price was terrifying, they simply couldn't resist the temptation.
As the first soldier took a bite, the rest immediately followed, grabbing their plates and digging in!
"Wow…"
"Ah…"
"This is… insanely delicious!"
"Mr. Arashi, I want more! Another serving!"
"This is the best fried rice I've ever had in my life! Mr. Arashi, you're amazing!"
Clearly, under the irresistible power of delicious food, the soldiers had completely forgotten about the price. After devouring their portions, they all clamored for more.
Watching them eat with such blissful expressions—like they had undergone some kind of sacred transformation and ascended to the peak of life—Arashi was completely stunned!
Then, he quickly cooked another portion and handed it to Belle-Mère. "You've worked hard all day—have some too."
"O-Okay…"
Belle-Mère had already been drooling at the exaggerated reactions of the soldiers. Seeing the golden, glowing fried rice in Arashi's hands, she didn't hesitate at all and immediately took it.
"Waaah!!!"
After cautiously taking a bite, Belle-Mère instantly felt like she had ascended to heaven—her reaction even more exaggerated than the soldiers'.
"This is super, super delicious!!"
Overwhelmed by the unprecedented taste and joy, Belle-Mère completely abandoned all composure and began devouring the fried rice in big mouthfuls.
Soon, she put down the empty plate and looked at Arashi with lingering desire—the expression on her face eerily similar to how she had looked after their passionate night together.
Throughout the entire afternoon, all sorts of strange sounds continuously came from Arashi's restaurant, drawing curious glances from passersby.
When they saw the Marines inside eating fried rice while making blissful, almost ecstatic sounds, many simply stopped walking and gathered outside to watch.
Soon, dozens of people had gathered at the entrance.
"What's going on?"
"Is the fried rice here really that good?"
"Look at those Marines—they're completely immersed! I've never seen people react like that while eating!"
"Wow, it's almost full inside! That's Captain Stork sitting there!"
More and more people gathered outside. Some were tempted by the sounds coming from inside, but held themselves back due to their empty wallets.
Others who could afford it hesitated to enter, worried about disturbing the Marines.
So they decided—once the Marines left, they would rush in and try it themselves, to see what kind of delicacy could make the iron-handed Stork and his soldiers so utterly intoxicated.
As the crowd outside grew larger, the sounds inside the restaurant finally subsided.
After a brief moment of silence, the Marines inside began to stand up one after another.
Then, Stork—dressed in his Marine captain's uniform—was the first to walk out.
The moment he stepped out of the restaurant, the same Stork who had just ascended to heaven from the most delicious meal of his life suddenly—
"Waaahhh!!!"
Burst into tears.
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