“Do you know me?” The store owner, dressed in a chef’s uniform, had his unruly long hair casually tied with a hair tie.
“No, sorry, I mistook you for someone else,” Pica said awkwardly. The owner looked just like Yamcha, except without the scars on his face.
The owner tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear and smiled, “It seems that a friend of yours looks very similar to me.”
“Yeah, you and he look like you were made from the same mold. He’s a warrior, quite funny too,” Pica said with a smile.
Lucia interrupted, “Alright, let’s stop chatting and order our food.”
She turned to the owner and said, “We’ll have your specialty dishes, please.”
“Of course, please wait a moment. Your food will be ready shortly,” the owner said, taking the menu and heading to the kitchen.
“Hey, Pica, is that friend you mentioned from your past?” Lucia asked, resting her face on her hands and tilting her head slightly.
“Not from my past, I met him on Earth while on a mission. He’s a good person, unafraid of stronger opponents, and has helped me by distracting an enemy.”
“Oh, so he’s from the place we went together.”
“Yes, he’s a senior disciple of Goku’s master, and he’s very strong,” Pica said, a hint of a smile on his lips.
Yamcha might not need much explanation, but he was an indispensable character among the Dragon Ball warriors. His talent in martial arts was exceptional, and if not for the appearance of one strong enemy after another and his eventual complacency, his strength would have been far greater.
Before long, the owner returned with a tray holding two large dishes, each over half a meter long, filled to the brim with food.
“This dish is a specialty from my hometown—Spicy Stir-Fried Pterosaur Meat,” the owner explained, placing one dish on the table. The meat pieces were not large, about the size of soda bottle caps, and cooked with various mountain delicacies. The dish was stir-fried without any cooking oil, using the pterosaur meat’s own fat, mixed with spices and mountain herbs, then topped with green onions.
The aroma of the dish made both Pica and Lucia involuntarily swallow their saliva, their eyes fixed on the remaining dish on the tray. The owner smiled and placed the second dish on the table.
“This dish is called—Dragon-Tiger Battle! It’s one of our signature dishes.”
The Dragon-Tiger Battle was composed of yellow and green ingredients. It was neither a meat dish nor a vegetarian one, containing no meat but wrapped in the skin and fat of two types of meat, yellow and green peppers. The flavors of the meat penetrated the peppers completely using their own heat, and finally, a sauce was poured over it, making the Dragon-Tiger Battle ready to serve.
“Wow… it’s beautiful!” Lucia exclaimed, staring at the Dragon-Tiger Battle.
“My father once told me that Saiyans’ stomachs seem to be bottomless pits. They eat so much, it’s a wonder where it all goes. So I made these two dishes with extra portions. Please enjoy them while they’re hot!”
The owner wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, smiling as he watched Lucia and Pica devour the food. For a chef, the greatest compliment is seeing customers eat every bit of their food, and it was clear that Pica and Lucia were thoroughly enjoying the meal.
“How are the dishes? Do they suit your tastes?” the owner asked.
“They’re delicious! Besides my mother’s cooking, this is the best meal I’ve ever had,” Pica said, praising the owner. It wasn’t just about the taste but also the feeling of home that his mother’s cooking brought him.
“Your mother is…?” The owner was curious, not expecting someone to cook better than him.
“In the eyes of others, your cooking is undoubtedly better. But to me, my mother’s cooking is the most delicious meal I’ve ever had,” Pica explained.
“I see! The next dish is ready, I’ll bring it out now,” the owner said.
The two continued eating for about two hours until they were finally full.
“Wow, I’m stuffed,” Pica said, patting his round belly, looking satisfied.
Lucia elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin and said, “Since we’re full, let’s go.”
The two stood up, thanked the owner, and left the restaurant.
“Where to next?” Pica asked Lucia.
“Let’s just take a walk,” Lucia suggested.
They wandered aimlessly through the streets, drawing attention from passersby. Some even picked fights with Pica, but he easily dealt with them.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect them to bother you because of me,” Lucia said apologetically.
“It’s alright. Walking with a beautiful girl like you is an honor,” Pica said with a smile. Unlike many artificial beauties on Earth, Lucia was naturally beautiful.
“Thank you…”
Before Lucia could finish, someone shot a ki blast at Pica. His keen sense of danger kicked in, and he kicked the blast away effortlessly.
“Kid, stay away from Miss Lucia. She’s not someone a lowly person like you can approach,” a handsome man in luxurious clothes shouted, backed by dozens of followers.
Pica felt anger rising from the sudden attack and coldly replied, “Who are you to tell me what to do?”
The man smirked and said, “Who am I? They can tell you who I am.”
“He’s Young Master Kaka!” the followers shouted in unison, reverently.
“Did you hear that, kid? If you know what’s good for you, get lost,” Kaka said arrogantly.
“He’s the son of the head of the Toki Toki City Guard. He’s not to be trifled with. Let’s get out of here.”
“Yeah, I heard he once ***, but his father suppressed the news.”
“Keep your voice down, let’s go.”
The onlookers quickly dispersed, leaving Pica and Lucia alone with Kaka and his followers.
“What are you doing here, Pica?”
A voice came from behind Pica. He turned to see Selina standing there with a bag, looking at him and Lucia.
PS: I guess I’m not great at writing scenes where the characters go out with girls and have conversations. Please bear with me, considering I’m just a single guy.
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