I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

Chapter 69 The Restaurant and the Eventually Lost It and Her 2

Sylvia's restaurant is located diagonally opposite Lynn's brand-new treehouse restaurant.

Sylvia decorated the restaurant with great care, filling it with her own lively and warm style.

It's clear that she has a great passion for restaurants.

Noon on the first day after the competition began.

Vera's original plan was to secretly go to Lynn's place to see what new tricks he had up his sleeve.

As a result, they hadn't gone far when they were caught red-handed by the sharp-eyed Sylvia.

"Vera! Over here!" Sylvia leaned halfway out of her restaurant window, her twin ponytails swaying, her face beaming with a warm smile.

"Come quick! I specially made your favorite berry honey-glazed roasted ribs and morning dew floral steamed egg!"

"The first batch is the best!"

Seeing her best friend's familiar, energetic smile, Vera paused in her steps.

How could she possibly betray Sylvia's feelings?

They are best friends who grew up together and have shared countless delicious foods and dreams!

"Coming, coming!" Vera walked into Sylvia's restaurant with a bright smile.

The restaurant was filled with a familiar, comforting sweet aroma.

Sylvia's cooking skills are indeed superb. The roasted ribs are cooked to perfection, coated with a glistening honey glaze and crushed moonberries, while the meat inside is tender and juicy.

The steamed egg is as smooth as pudding, with a faint fragrance of morning dew and flowers.

But it's still quite different from the dishes Lynn makes.

Vera savored the familiar taste, but her thoughts drifted away.

Across from her, Sylvia rested her chin on her hand, her eyes sparkling, and began to reminisce: "Vera, how about this berry honey-glazed roasted rib?"

"This is your favorite food."

"I remember when you were little, you said your dream was to eat honey-glazed roasted ribs every day when you grew up."

Sylvia's eager expression made Vera feel a little reluctant.

She felt she shouldn't be eating Sylvia's food while thinking about Lynn's.

Vera snapped out of her reverie and praised with a smile, "Mmm! Sylvia's cooking is still the best! I love the taste!"

"Right, right!" Sylvia jumped up happily, ran around the table, rushed over and hugged Vera, affectionately nuzzling her face.

"Vera understands me best!"

"I knew it! My cooking skills are second to none! We made a promise when we were kids that I would cook delicious food for you for the rest of my life!"

Vera was so tightly held that she could hardly breathe, but she felt even worse inside.

While she praised the food, her taste buds were honestly comparing it to Sylvia's cooking—it was delicious, with a warm, familiar, homey taste.

But Lynn's food...

His explosive taste experience, however, was like a little claw, scratching at Vera's heart.

"Vera, eat more!"

"I'll go make you some new vanilla cookies!" Sylvia said confidently, running back to the kitchen with great enthusiasm.

Vera looked at the ribs and steamed eggs that were still left in front of her.

She stole another glance at the restaurant across the street from Lynn's, where the enticing aroma wafted out, and her heart was caught in a huge struggle.

As evening approached, Lynn's restaurant was about to close for the day.

Vera appeared hesitantly at the doorway, peeking half her head in.

She actually ate quite a lot at Sylvia's.

But all I could think about was the aroma wafting from Lynn's restaurant and the novel and delicious dishes Lynn might be making.

That agonizing feeling is pure torture for a foodie.

Lynn was wiping the counter when he looked up and saw her, and a smile immediately appeared in his eyes.

"Yo!"

"It's Vera."

"I thought you weren't coming! Did you enjoy your meal at Sylvia's?"

Vera's cheeks flushed, and she gave a slightly embarrassed "Mmm," her voice barely audible: "It's...it's alright."

"Come in, I'll make you something nice to eat." Lynn put down the dishcloth, her tone as natural as if she were greeting a regular customer.

"No, please don't!"

"I already ate at Sylvia's, I'm very full!"

Vera waved her hands hastily, as if she had been stepped on.

"Is that so?" Lynn walked around the counter and slowly approached Vera, his wicked smile becoming more and more obvious.

"But you don't look like you've been fed."

"and……"

He deliberately dragged out his words.

"I'm sure Vera, with your discerning palate, has already sensed it, right?"

"Sylvia's culinary skills, especially her understanding and use of spices, and her exploration of the possibilities of food... are far behind mine."

Vera bit her lower lip, unable to refute.

Sylvia's cooking style is traditional elven.

It simply cannot compare to Lynn's boundless imagination and miraculous, transformative artistry...

In comparison.

Seeing Vera lower her head in disappointment, Lynn knew the time was right.

He leaned closer and spoke slowly, with a devilishly seductive tone, in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Vera..."

"You wouldn't want your best friend to lose confidence in herself, or even her most beloved dream of becoming a chef, would you?"

"What?!"

"Lynn! What are you doing?! You can't do this to Sylvia!"

Vera looked up abruptly, her emerald green eyes filled with shock.

"Oh dear, what can I do?" Lynn's lips approached Vera's earlobe, a faint smile on her face.

"I was just worried that she would be upset."

"If you come in obediently, I'd be willing to pass on my culinary philosophy to her."

"With Sylvia's talent, she should make great progress."

"Vera, you don't want to waste her talent and make her sad, do you?"

"Lynn! You, you..."

"I never expected you to be this kind of person! I misjudged you!"

Vera's pretty face turned red, her expression a mixture of surprise and grievance.

"Hahaha."

"Think whatever you want."

Lynn laughed and turned around as if to close the shop door.

"Think it over carefully, I'm about to close down."

Vera stood at the door, torn between her inner turmoil and her own conscience.

On one side was her best friend's trusting gaze and their childhood promise; on the other side was Lynn's hateful threat and... that mysterious aroma that kept tempting her taste buds.

Vera recalled the sparkle in Sylvia's eyes when she spoke of her dream of becoming a chef.

finally.

Vera stomped her foot hard again.

I chose to walk into this open restaurant.

And everything.

It was already destined when Vera chose to enter this restaurant.