Transform into a magical girl after getting off work-Chapter 554 - 115 Restaurant

Have I truly seen through Mo He? Or perhaps I should frame it another way, do I understand Mo He?

Emerald Sparrow didn't think so.

While she had indeed honed her ability to read people through years of social interactions in her workplace, this skill only allowed her to discern certain traits of others, not to completely see through a person.

Although she didn't know what exactly Mo He had misunderstood, there was no doubt that she wasn't as remarkable as the other made her out to be.

At the very least, when Mo He bought those civilian-use tools in the Magic Tool Store as if she were wholesaling, Emerald Sparrow was completely baffled.

Since they met earlier than planned, they decided to stroll along the street together, and somehow ended up in the Magic Tool Store, kicking off Mo He's extensive shopping spree along the street.

There were small generators converting magic power into electricity, construction material adjusters for house repairs, hydraulic resource managers integrated with a civil plumbing system, and a whole bunch of agricultural magic tools whose names even Emerald Sparrow couldn't recall... And Mo He wasn't just messing around; she was comparing prices across different shops, analyzing cost-efficiency seriously.

"Why are you buying these?" Even though Emerald Sparrow didn't have anything she wanted to buy, she curiously followed and asked.

"A friend needs them," Mo He replied.

"Your friend owns a farm?"

"They live in the Wilderness, so they need to farm," Mo He explained while filling out a shipping form at the counter: "There's no water or electricity where they live, they need these."

"Living in the Wilderness?"

This peculiar answer surprised Emerald Sparrow, but considering Mo He's so-called "friends" were likely Magical Girls, a group of sufficiently powerful Magical Girls could protect each other and manage to survive in a stable spot in the Wilderness. However, it still sounded a bit off, "How do you plan to send these things there?"

"I'll have the store deliver the tools to a city in the Material Realm, from where they will transport them into the Wilderness," Mo He stated unreservedly.

"...Is this sort of a hobby?" Emerald Sparrow could only analyze it this way.

"I don't know," Mo He shook her head.

This fragmented conversation continued sporadically.

Emerald Sparrow soon noticed that Mo He seemed to be avoiding talking too much about her "friends," which was somewhat odd, but she didn't press further. While curious, knowing when to stop was a form of social grace.

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The originally planned meeting time was an hour earlier than their dining time, and added to that was Emerald Sparrow arriving an hour early, which meant they had to kill two hours before eating. Thus, what was called a shopping trip was actually just Mo He shopping by herself in this peculiar itinerary that lasted so long. Surprisingly, neither of them felt it was inappropriate; one continuously bought, while the other just watched, to the point where even their conversation faded away in the latter half of the excursion.

It wasn't until they sat down in the restaurant, facing each other at opposite ends of the dining table.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, but the hue of the sky was exactly the same as when they met the day before, close to sunset. The semi-open restaurant did nothing to block the sky tinged with orange hues, allowing the sunlight to gild the dining table with a layer of gold.

The table was covered with a rather thick and very comfortable tablecloth. And in the middle of the tablecloth a basket was placed, holding a batch of freshly baked cream bread, steaming amidst the slightly cold spring weather.

Yet, neither of them made a move, just staring at each other as if waiting for the other to eat first.

"Should we... start eating?"

Seeing that the stalemate was not being broken by anyone else, Emerald Sparrow took the initiative to speak up, then reached into the basket and grabbed a bun, biting into it.

Upon tasting it, she found the crust soft and delicate, and the cream filling richly milky and sweet, hitting the brain directly.

"It tastes good," she commented.

Following that, Mo He also started to eat, taking small bites of another bun, her amber eyes gleaming after tasting it. Her actions of biting into the bread then sped up significantly.

Without a doubt, this bread was merely intended as a pre-dinner filler for clients, but whether in terms of ingredients or baking skills, it was well-refined, even leaving nothing to chance. This strive for perfection in every aspect, was also a mainstream trend in restaurants of the Magic Kingdom — after all, with little difference in raw materials and basic techniques, they could only fiercely compete in aspects like flavor and service.

Judging this in her mind, Emerald Sparrow gradually swallowed the rest of her bread. Mo He almost finished her bread at the same time, her previously stiff expression softened a lot under the influence of the dessert, clearly enjoying it very much.

So, probably for this reason, Mo He took a second piece of bread from the basket.

She also finished this bread in front of Emerald Sparrow.

Immediately after, Mo He took a third piece of bread.

Emerald Sparrow had to start analyzing whether the other party was "really hungry," but still didn't say anything to stop her.

This silence continued until the other party took the fourth piece of bread and, hesitatingly looking around, began trying to stuff all the remaining bread in the basket into her carry-on shoulder bag.

—"Stop, stop."

Emerald Sparrow interrupted after a few pieces of bread had been stuffed, somewhat baffled, she asked, "What are you trying to do?"

"Mumble mumble."

"I can't understand, swallow the bread in your mouth before you talk."

—"To break even on the meal." Perhaps because of Emerald Sparrow's strange attitude, Mo He's response also became less confident.

"What?" For a moment, all Emerald Sparrow could utter was a question; she was at a loss for words.

"I, I did the math on the meal costs, and according to the market price of these cream breads, we need to eat 37 pieces to break even," Mo He explained softly. "But it seems I can't eat that much, so I can only pack some away…"

Emerald Sparrow was silent for a long time.

She constantly analyzed the relationship between Mo He's actions and her words in her mind, contemplating the meaning of the act of "breaking even before the meal," and after a while, she finally spoke:

"This is pre-meal bread."

"Pre-meal?" Mo He initially responded with a puzzled question, and then her eyes gradually widened.

"It means, this isn't the main meal; it's just to tide you over before the actual meal."

Emerald Sparrow took a piece of bread that had slipped from Mo He's hand and put it back in the basket: "Not to mention the feasibility of breaking even by eating at a restaurant… at the very least, even if you wanted to break even, it definitely wouldn't be by eating this."

As if to corroborate Emerald Sparrow's statement, after she explained this "astonishing fact" to Mo He, several waiters approached their table and began setting down napkins, plates, and utensils in front of them…

Among them, one waiter glanced at the basket, now left with only a few pieces of bread, causing a slight pause in his action of placing the plates before Emerald Sparrow. However, he soon abandoned his hesitant demeanor and, with a polite smile, completed his task, then retired with the other waiters.

Perhaps he was not the only one who noticed the basket of bread, but during that period, no one spoke further about it, as if the basket had never existed from the beginning.

Because knowing when to remain silent is a social virtue.

After the waiters had left, only Emerald Sparrow and Mo He remained at the table, staring at each other, and Emerald Sparrow could notice that Mo He's face had turned a bit pale.

"You really don't have to worry about it."

She spoke reassuringly, "This restaurant must be famous, right? There must be many customers who are Magical Girls, so some people definitely eat a lot."

"…I don't know, a friend recommended this place to me."

Mo He shook her head, "But Captain, I feel like I'm attempting to tackle something beyond my capabilities."

"Beyond capabilities?" Emerald Sparrow was puzzled.

"These… tools?"

Bowing her head, she pointed at the neatly arranged, dozen different types of utensils on the table, Mo He looked perplexedly at Emerald Sparrow: "What are these for?"