Apocalypse Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market (Joyread) novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15 Selling Stew

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Rosalie picked up a bowl and held it out. The beastman immediately waved his hands. “I wasn’t going to buy anything.”

Rosalie’s smile didn’t waver. “Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house. Just taste it.”

The offer of free food made the beastman freeze in place. Suspicion flickered in his eyes, afraid she might trap him into paying. But her smile looked too genuine to doubt.

He hesitated for a breath, then grabbed a piece of meat and bit down. The flavor burst in his mouth like fire and honey. The meat melted against his tongue, rich and warm. He kept eating, faster with each bite, until the bowl was clean.

When he looked down and saw the empty bowl, his face reddened. “Sorry, Rosalie. That was unreal. I didn’t even notice I ate it all. How much do I owe you?”

Rosalie shook her head. “No charge. I told you it’s on the house, and I mean it. I won’t take your money.”

The beastman stared at her, impressed. “Then tell me, how much for a full bowl? My Matriarch’s about to give birth, and nothing gets her appetite going. She might like this stew.”

Rosalie smiled with her eyes. “A full bowl’s five copper coins. But you’ll have to bring your own bowl. I don’t have extras.”

The beastman froze again. Five coins didn’t sound steep but wild boars were everywhere. A whole one only sold for fifty in the bazaar. Her stew was ten times the price by weight.

He hesitated. Then the taste still lingering on his tongue made the decision for him. “All right. One bowl. I’ll run home for a bowl.”

Rosalie filled one high, almost spilling, and handed it over. “You’re my first customer today. You can keep the bowl.”

“Thank you,” he said, tossing five coins onto the table before hurrying away.

That one taste started a wave. One customer turned into two, then ten. Some only came to try it for free. But after one bite, every single one ran home for their own bowl.

Soon, the line stretched halfway down the street.

Leon stood beside Rosalie, collecting coins with calm precision. Cameron barked orders at the crowd, trying to keep the line from collapsing. Two beastmen had already thrown punches over whose turn came first.

The stew sold fast. Rosalie’s arm throbbed from scooping meat, but watching the pile of coins grow made her smile through the ache.

Then the first customer came back, carrying two bowls. Behind him, his brothers and cousins followed, each with two more.

He scratched the back of his neck and grinned. “My Mariarch had your stew and lost her mind over it. She sent all of us back for more.”

Rosalie filled every bowl with the last of the stew.

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Chapter 15 Selling Stew

The rest of the crowd groaned. “Rosalie, it’s all gone?”

“When are you coming back? We need more!”

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The noise swelled into chaos. Beastmen shoved forward reaching for the baskets. Voices clashed, rising and falling until Rosalie couldn’t hear anything clearly.

Then Leon moved. His hand shot out, gripping the wris of a beastman who had lunged toward her. The man’s hand was inches from Rosalie’s collar.

Leon threw him hard. The body hit the ground with a deafening crack. The impact shook the street, sending a ripple through the air like the earth itself had split beneath their feet.

Cameron dropped his usual lazy posture and stepped forward, standing tall in front of Rosalie. His gaze swept over the crowd like a blade, cold and sharp.

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