Tsunade planted her hands on her hips and said righteously, "How is that not reasonable? Let me ask you: did the money return to your hands or not?"
"The money did return to my hands. So here's the question: did the IOU return to yours?"
Andrew asked with a smile. Tsunade immediately deflated. She lowered her hands and said, "Anyway, I don't have an identity on Earth. So what if I owe money?"
"Nothing. But until you repay what you owe me, you can't take part in any gambling-related activity."
Andrew said blandly, "Work here as a waitress. One hundred thousand dollars a day. In other words, you only need to work three hundred days to repay me. Even the President of America doesn't earn that much. Figure it out yourself."
With that, Andrew rolled up his sleeves and began preparing for the evening's business. His Chinese restaurant did not have particularly good business because it served authentic Chinese food—mainly because Andrew did not want to cook for too many people. What a joke. It wasn't like he lacked money.
People in every country had different tastes. The Chinese food that became popular in America had all been modified. For example, the sweetness was completely different.
What a pity I didn't run into Little Chef's world. Otherwise, if I made those glowing dishes, everyone would probably love them. The food in that Spirit of Food thing was pretty good too.
After hearing him, Tsunade snorted. If he said she couldn't gamble, then she couldn't gamble? Who did he think he was? Even Great-Grandfather, known as the God of Ninja, had been unable to stop her.
Tsunade looked up at the television and discovered there happened to be horse racing today. She was instantly delighted and immediately prepared to place a