Fire Dragon Hot Pot Restaurant

Fire Dragon Hot Pot Restaurant.

This shop is right next to the dessert shop where I ate ice cream during the day.

The signboard is a red lightbox with yellow lettering, depicting a fire-breathing dragon with its mouth wide open, just enough to contain the words "Fire Dragon".

At the store entrance, a pink-haired boy and a black-haired boy were wrestling.

The black-haired boy was shirtless; his shirt had flown off somewhere.

The pink-haired boy, with a toothpick dangling from his mouth, cursed and swung his fist.

The two fought their way from the dessert shop to the hot pot restaurant, then rolled back from the hot pot restaurant to the dessert shop, polishing the floor tiles between the two shops until they gleamed.

Riyao raised an eyebrow.

Is this some new type of customer acquisition marketing tactic?

Mirajane ignored him and sent the hot pot restaurant's location to Lisanna and Elfman.

Lisanna replied immediately.

"Little bunny dashing. jpg"

Elfman has read the message but is not replying.

He probably thought this was another trap.

Mirajane put her phone back in her pocket, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

The dessert shop and the hot pot restaurant opened their doors at the same time.

Ur rushed out of the dessert shop, still holding the rolling pin from that morning.

Igneel emerged from the hot pot restaurant, his apron stained with chili oil, carrying a soup ladle in his hand.

The two exchanged a glance, nodded in unison, and then each walked up to their own idiot and punched him on the head.

Bang x2

Two muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

Natsu and Gray simultaneously crouched down, covering their heads in perfect unison.

Ur grabbed Gray by the ear and dragged him into the dessert shop.

Igneel grabbed Natsu by the back of his collar and dragged him into the hot pot restaurant.

The two were glaring at each other as they were dragged away, muttering unintelligible profanities.

Lucy's eyes twitched as she watched.

"Why do they seem so skilled at it?"

Riyao clapped his hands.

"Let's eat here, it looks quite interesting."

Mirajane nudged Riyao with her elbow.

"That blue-haired girl is still in the dessert shop."

Through the glass window of the dessert shop, you can see Juvia still sitting in the corner, with an unknown number of cups of ice cream melted into water on the table in front of her.

She rested her chin on her hands, her eyes fixed intently on Gray behind the counter.

Gray was being lectured by Ur, rubbing his ears and nodding, his shirt nowhere to be seen again.

Perseverance is a virtue.

Riyao nodded thoughtfully, his tone deep.

Lucy and Levy turned their heads at the same time, their faces filled with speechlessness.

This looks like nothing more than a stalker's obsession! It has absolutely nothing to do with virtue!

Ignoring their gazes, Riyao pulled Mirajane and pushed open the door of the hot pot restaurant.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a strong aroma of spicy food wafted out.

The restaurant wasn't very big, with seven or eight tables, and each table had a divided hot pot in the middle.

The walls are covered with various dragon-themed decorative paintings, the style of which is very rough, and it's obvious that the owner painted them himself.

Several cases of beer and drinks were piled up in the corner, and next to them stood an old-fashioned air conditioner with a red cloth strip tied to the air vent, fluttering in the cold wind.

"Waiter! Give me a menu!"

Riyao shouted with great force.

Natsu walked over with a toothpick in his mouth.

He had just been beaten up by Igneel; his hair was still messy, and there was a red mark on his left cheek, probably from being scratched by Gray.

He slammed the menu on the table, put his hands in his apron pockets, and glanced at people sideways.

He looks so irritating.

What do you want to eat?

"Natsu, be nicer to the guests."

A black-haired boy walked out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of tripe.

He placed the tripe on the table next to him, walked over to Natsu, and bowed slightly to Riyao and the others.

"I'm sorry everyone, my brother's attitude wasn't very good."

"Where did my attitude go wrong?!"

Natsu spat out the toothpick and pointed it at his own nose.

Zeref turned to look towards the kitchen, took a deep breath, and made as if to call for help.

Natsu immediately chickened out, picked up the toothpick, put his hands down in front of him, and bent over at a ninety-degree angle.

"Private Marseille."

His voice was loud and clear, and his attitude was sincere.

He was a completely different person from before.

Riyao clapped his hands, his face beaming with joy.

"Having a hot pot meal and then watching a show? Not bad, not bad."

Zeref smiled helplessly and pushed the menu towards the center of the table.

"Please order first, I'll go to the kitchen to prepare."

Several people started ordering.

Lucy took the menu, ran her fingers over the rows of dishes, and muttered to herself.

Erza leaned over to look, and the two began to discuss whether tripe should be dipped seven or eight times or eight or nine times.

Levy lay on the table, her chin resting on her arm, urging them to hurry up.

Mirajane leaned on Riyao's shoulder, took a menu, and fanned himself with it.

There was a noise coming from the doorway.

Mavis walked in carrying two large bags of groceries, the bags bigger than her whole body, dragging on the floor with a rustling sound.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead as she called out to Natsu.

Natsu, come and get this for me.

"Alright, sister-in-law!"

Natsu excitedly ran over, took the bags of ingredients, one in each hand, and carried them to the kitchen.

Riyao immediately took out his phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Hey! There's a pervert here! Need DC power!"

His voice was so loud that the whole store could hear it.

Zeref stood frozen in place, his hands raised in mid-air, unsure of what to do with them.

"Hey, hey, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

Zeref's face turned red, and his voice trembled.

Everyone at the table turned to look at Zeref, their eyes filled with disdain.

Lucy's lips turned down.

Levy pushed up her glasses; the lenses reflected light.

Erza frowned.

Mirajane covered his mouth with his hand, but his shoulders were shaking.

A sly glint flashed in Mavis's eyes.

She put down the ingredients, dusted off her hands, walked over to Zeref, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the cheek.

Then he turned to look at Riyao and the others, revealing an innocent smile.

This only fueled their contempt.

Lucy's lips went from turning down to being pulled down even further.

Levy's glasses were practically slipping off her nose.

Erza stood up, placed her hands on the table, and leaned forward.

"Little sister, have you been threatened by him?!"

Zeref waved his hands frantically, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to explain but didn't know where to begin.

He pointed at Mavis, then at himself, then at Natsu, drew a circle in the air with his finger, and finally, not knowing what he was doing, slapped his forehead.

Mirajane finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Riyao chuckled and pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds from somewhere, then started cracking them open.

He leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and watched the show while cracking sunflower seeds, casually tossing the shells onto the table.

Mavis calmly took out her ID from her small handbag, opened it, and held it up in front of everyone.

The date of birth is clearly written on the ID card.

"I'm an adult, he's not a pervert..."

She paused, then tilted her head.

"... Bar."

Zeref looked at Mavis with a resentful expression, his lips trembling.

"Get rid of that 'bar' at the end!"

His voice was forced out through clenched teeth.

The shop door was suddenly pushed open, and Lisanna rushed in, carrying a cup of milk tea.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw Mavis, her eyes lit up instantly, and she rushed over to hug Mavis, rubbing her face against hers.

"What an adorable child!"

Lisanna rubbed against her while calling out.

"Is this the shop owner's child?"

Riyao pursed his lips, a sunflower seed stuck between his teeth, and he was almost bursting with pent-up frustration.

Mirajane covered his mouth with his hand, his shoulders shaking violently.

Lucy buried her face behind the menu and let out a series of muffled laughs.

Levy down on the table, pounding her fist on it with one hand.

Erza sat back down in her chair, her face tense.

Natsu burst out of the kitchen, his apron askew, and started pointing at Lisanna, jumping up and down.

"Hey! Let go of my sister-in-law!"

Lisanna jumped in fright at the shout and quickly released Mavis.

She glanced at Mavis, then at Zeref, and pulled out her phone, her finger already on the dial pad.

Zeref grabbed her hand and quickly explained to himself.

He said it all in one breath, without catching his breath.

Riyao spat out the sunflower seed shells from his mouth, laughing so hard he nearly collapsed in his chair, his face flushed red, hands clutching his stomach, tears streaming down his face.

Lucy lay on top of Levy, both of their shoulders shaking violently, unable to stop.

Erza rested her forehead on her hand, her expression hidden, but her fingers were trembling slightly.

Mirajane laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight, her head resting on Riyao's shoulder, one hand pinching his arm.

Riyao caught his breath, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and glanced at Levy.

"Why are you laughing?"

Levy the question, blinked, and then realized what she meant, her face turning bright red.

She opened her mouth but couldn't speak, then, in a fit of anger, she lunged at Riyao and opened her mouth against Riyao arm.

Riyao withdrew his hand.

She bit into empty air.

She turned to look at Mirajane.

"Look at him!"

Mirajane rubbed his stiff, smiling face and pinched the soft flesh on Riyao's waist.

"Riyao, stop teasing Levy."

Riyao gasped in pain, his body shrank back.

"Just say it hurts."

He rubbed the spot where he had been pinched and muttered something under his breath.

After some commotion, we finally ordered the food.

Lucy handed the menu to Zeref, which was covered with checkmarks.

Igneel's coughing and the clanging of spatulas could be heard from the kitchen.