“Hehe. I forgot to tell you that, the black gnome’s brain flower also triggers your brain to release more pheromone. Do you like it?” The fat women with violet hair, Greya, narrowed her eyes.
Sunders’ expression remained unchanged. “I feel it. A lot of it.”
Greya approached Sunders and took a deep breath beside his neck but without catching any scent.
Greya frowned and gave Sunders a despising look. “You numskull stopped your brain from releasing pheromone? I wonder how you really smell like. Must be as boring as yourself.”
Flora, who had been floating around in the air out of boredom, absolutely agreed with Greya’s words.
Getting Flora’s approval, Greya made a loving eye at Flora, only to receive Flora’s rolled eyes instead.
Sunders was still indifferent whatsoever. “Let’s not tarry over irrelevant matters. It was not easy to get your invitation card, you know.”
Greya hunched to show her fullness. She held her chin with her white, plump hand wearing vermilion nail color, and looked at Sunders with a seducing look. Those coquettish eye makeups were releasing fuzzy ripples as she made eyes at Sunders one after another.
Sunders still did not look at her. He did not even lift his head.
“Sexual apathy? You don’t get many chances when a beautiful woman’s trying to get to you.” Greya, who thought herself as a “beautiful woman”, rolled her eyes, and walked to her material desk while swaying her large buttocks.
The material desk was filled with various strange items.
There were floating glass containers with cooking materials in them but none of them really looked like cooking materials. Blackish meat chunks, thick mucus releasing violet and red smoke, piles of living eyeballs, crawling worms… There were even gas vortexes with visible colors.
Greya found these cooking materials from all over the world. One of the reasons why Barbie’s Restaurant kept traveling around was for Greya to hunt for materials in different places. She sometimes even went to foreign planes. For example, most of the materials that gave out violet and black aura were from the Abyss Plane, and most gaseous materials were from the Blaze Plane.
Greya was wearing a pale crimson, close-fitting skirt. She made a pose so she could expose her curves most (or so she thought) in the kitchen, lifted her fleshy chin, and raised a giant spoon decorated with diamonds. “Twisting Protozoa again?”
Sunders nodded.
“Tsk,” Greya twitched her lips, “such a boring man.”
Twisting Protozoa was a special bug that could neither be bred or naturally produced. The only method to obtain them was to use a spell created by Greya, with the help of various cooking materials. The result of the cooking was such a bizarre, living dish that would not have any effect on people except Sunders.
Greya cast her particular Occult gourmet spell and began processing the materials using her unique cookers.
When she was hardly halfway through, the curtain of the banquet room was lifted, and an extremely sloppy, short, greasy man with a beak-like mouth and bead-size eyes slipped in.
The short man was about the same height as Flora, with thin limbs and a hunchback. He looks a lot like those lazy, cheap workers one could find sleeping under a sky bridge.
As he came in, Flora frowned and quickly flew towards Sunders. Her expression showed disgust and intention to avoid, which meant the visitor was not anyone ordinary.
“Greasy Bird? What do you want?”