Trying to Make a Living in Another World with a Bottomless Appetite - Chapter 31

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Although the name of the Volcano Giant had the word ‘giant’ in it, it was actually a restaurant run by dwarves.

The owner of the shop, Khlausovus, was a peculiar dwarf.

All the adventurers in the area affectionately called him ‘Ol’ Lasov’.

But ‘Lasov’ meant ‘midget’ in Elvish.

Therefore, if anyone addressed him by that nickname in the wrong tone, Khlausovus would react violently.

The average dwarf worked mainly in the fields of adventuring, forging and gem trading.

But Khlausovus was different.

Like all dwarves, he liked working up a good sweat and enjoyed being among minerals and ores.

But his method of doing so was very different from his fellow dwarves.

His preferred location to work up a sweat wasn’t beside a forging furnace, but next to cooking furnaces, that and ovens.

He liked good food, especially charcoal-roasted foods.

Of course, his repertoire wasn’t limited to charcoal. He liked to use rocks to cook up delicious foods too.

Therefore, one could find all kinds of exotic meat dishes at Volcano Giant.

That’s right, there were no vegetarians here. Everyone who visited this joint were true meat supremacists.

Every single person here was a meat-lover.

For them, meat and wine were indispensable in life.

Of course, George wasn’t of drinking age yet, so Ol’ Lasov would not and did not allow George to drink.

As soon as he saw George come in with Celia, Khlausovus beamed.

“Heya, George! How many oxen are you having this time?”

The other customers also became quite enthusiastic when they noticed George’s arrival.

“George, long time no see!”

“Yo, isn’t this George? I was talking to Martha about you yesterday. Said you might have left the city.”

Many familiar faces smiled at George.

But more than smiling faces were…

“Aw, George, I just started to eat. You came at such a bad time.”

An adventurer holding a meat skewer the size of a mace stood up.

He took a bite of the meat skewer and said to Ol’Lasov while chewing,

“Boss, quick, gimme another ox.”

As soon as he said this, the guests at the other tables all started raising their hands one after another, as if they had discussed this beforehand.

“And two pigs.”

“Yes! I want more meat too.”

“And here!”

“Me too!”

…

These people had all witnessed George’s terrifying appetite.

Many of them had experienced the pain of missing out on good food because of George.

Thus, the terror of George became known and everyone learned that the moment George arrived, food would disappear.

It wasn’t so bad for customers who were told that there was no more food when they stepped into the shop. The ones who suffered the most were diners who were in the middle of their meals and had not had their fill yet.

The feeling of wanting to eat but not being able to eat was too torturous an experience.

George couldn’t be more familiar with the scene before him. Ever since he cleared out Volcano Giant’s stock of ingredients, the entire city came to know his name.

After that, every restaurant in the city would welcome him warmly when they saw him. As for the customers, aside from those who came to watch the show (aka George eat), the other diners would quickly top up their orders while they still could.

Not including buffet restaurants of course.

Not that anyone in the city dared to open a buffet restaurant thanks to George.

“Let’s start with ten.”

George said to Ol’ Lasov. No one batted an eyelash at that number.

It was probably more accurate to say that they wouldn’t be surprised even if they heard an even more ridiculous number from George.

“Sure thing.” Ol’ Lasov grinned. After all, which owner didn’t want business?

However, Ol’ Lasov still couldn’t help but lament,

“Though it’s only been a few days since I last saw you, it seems like your appetite has grown again huh.”

If asked what was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever seen in his life, Khlausovus would definitely say that it was the speed at which George’s appetite grew.

Basically, every time George visited the restaurant, his appetite would have multiplied since his last visit.

With regards to this, whenever the matter was mentioned, George would act as he did now; boasting loudly with his chest puffed and chin raised,

“My growth is faster than the speed of light!”

“This is the one aspect I wish you would slow down on.”

To the side, Celia rubbed her forehead resignedly and began to calculate how much clearing out Volcano Giant would cost them this time.

“Hahaha, indeed. If you become an even bigger glutton, I fear that even the entire city’s food reserves won’t be enough to feed you,”

The adventurer who was eating meat skewers said while enjoying his food and drink.

“Pops, you’ve got enough oxen stockpiled this time?”

If someone had asked him this question during any other occasion when George wasn’t around, Ol’ Lasov would have replied confidently,

“Don’t you worry. We’ve definitely got enough to satisfy you.”

However, when George was around, Ol’ Lasov’s response was much more hesitant,

“It’s no—, it’s not easy to say.”

“Hahaha, Pops is scared.”

Ol’ Lasov’s reaction immediately caused the entire hall to be filled with laughter. They normally wouldn’t get to see such a cute side of this small old man.

“Not joining in the fun of teasing Ol’ Lasov?” George looked around and saw a customer from a different table waving at him.

“George, come sit here. I’ve already finished my battle.”

“Thank you so much. How’s the food, Ward?”

“Very good. You know better than me how the food here is. Oh yea, recently, they just released a new stone barbecue dish. I think you’re gonna like it.”

George’s eyes lit up. He turned around and shouted to Ol’ Lasov,

“Ol’ Lasov, the new dish, I want it!”

“Don’t worry, kid. You’ll get some.”

Ol’ Rasov, who was already up to his neck in with work rolled his eyes at George.

“More like, even if you don’t order it, you’ll still end up getting some anyways.”

George’s terrifying appetite meant that his entire stock would get cleared out. Given that, he doubted that George would miss out on tasting his new creation.

“If there are any other new dishes, please serve those first.”

“Gotcha.”

Once he received an affirmative response from the old man, George sat in his seat and watched as the waiter cleared the table in front of him.

Beside him, Celia giggled at George while holding Siluca.

Siluca, who was in her arms, looked left and right, eyes brimming with curiosity.

However, it would occasionally bark at George, as if it wanted to return to his embrace.

George, whose attention had been completely taken up by food, had no time for this.

This was also why Celia took Siluca into her arms when they entered the restaurant. She was afraid that George would accidentally mistake Silica for food..