Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  After lunch, Sally went out for a stroll. A while later, she found herself staring at Mag in the Aden Square.

  Sally wondered, excited.

  She frowned suddenly.

  She shook her head adamantly.

  Sally turned to look in the direction of Mamy Restaurant and felt uncertain again.

  She was stuck. She didn’t know what to do.

  Half an hour later, Mag walked out with Crease. “I’ll keep an eye out for any competent waitresses,” Crease said with a dry smile.

  “Thank you,” said Mag.

  “A difficult client,” Crease muttered as he watched Mag leave.

  Mag pedaled faster when he took a look back and saw someone following him.

  He stopped at his restaurant, got off his bike, turned around, and saw Sally standing not far from him. “Why are you following me?” he asked, looking at her warily.

  Sally might be one of his customers, but she was also an elf, and he still remembered what elves had done to Mag Alex.

  “I……” Sally looked nervous and abashed, wringing her hands with her head bowed. At last, she found the courage to raise her eyes. “Are you looking for a waitress? Can…… can I work here?”


  “How do you know I’m looking for a waitress?” Mag asked, frowning, looking at the pretty elf in her silver dress.

  Sally became even more nervous as she looked at Mag’s frowning face.

  “I saw you go into a job-finding service. Your restaurant is quite busy, so I assumed you were looking for a waitress,” Sally answered quickly. “I followed you from there.”


  Mag looked relieved. “I see.” He looked the girl over. She was very pretty, her eyes light blue, skin white, ears pointy, and hair light blonde, arranged into a neat ponytail.

  She was wearing a long silver dress with golden trim, revealing her beautiful collarbones and nice calves. She was pretty enough to be a waitress.

  Yet Mag was looking for someone who could handle a heavy workload.

  If he wanted beautiful waitresses, he could have found enough in that job-finding service.

  Once, a stare like that would have made Sally furious.

  She didn’t see anything vulgar in his eyes, though. “You can just pay me with…… with a bowl of tofu pudding every day,” she said after a while.

  Mag lifted an eyebrow.

  He looked at her longing eyes, and suddenly realized why she wanted to work at his place.

  “I do need another waitress. I won’t hire you just because you only want a tofu pudding every day, and I won’t only pay you with a tofu pudding if you’re hired.” Mag opened the door. “Come on in if you’re interested.”