Demon King, you just need to conquer, and your husband will come up with the solution.

Of course, this is a different world, and the ones who admire wisdom have become the natives of the demon clan, and the object of their admiration is naturally Ains, who turned the yam into vermicelli.

It can be said that Margaret kept her mouth shut throughout the entire production process. She watched Irons use a bunch of simple but amazing operations to transform a bowl of white powder into the strange-looking "noodles" they are today.

Of course, besides Margaret, the other chefs watching online were also shocked. They only had one thought at the moment, which was...

How on earth did this human come up with this idea?

Among the chefs, a younger, smaller and inconspicuous little devil chef looked at the food processing technique that was like magic with shining eyes. The small vermicelli opened the door to a new world for him!

"So... food can be made this way? Since big-leaf yam can be made this way, can other ingredients be made this way as well?"

After this idea came into being, the little chef immediately became extremely curious and his eyes instantly became eager when looking at other ingredients in the kitchen.

Of course, the most eager gaze was directed at Irons. Oh, it can’t even be called eager... it should be, fanatical!

It was as if a believer in God had met a prophet who could convey oracles! If there was a god in charge of food in this world, then in his eyes, Ains was the prophet sent by the god of food!

"Okay, everyone, try it. Of course, I recommend pouring some vegetable soup on it. After all, this thing itself doesn't have much taste..."

Obviously, Irons said this a little late, because before he finished speaking, the vermicelli he took out and distributed to the onlookers had been quickly slurped up by them. It was definitely impossible to pour vegetable soup on it.

However, even though it was just eaten dry without any taste, it already shocked these demons!

"So smooth! So tender! It tastes better than the noodles I got from humans!"

"This thing is actually made from big-leaf yam! It's not rough at all! It's so delicate!"

"Woo woo woo... This is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten in all my years living in the Demon Realm!"

Looking at this group of impatient chefs, Irons smiled helplessly. At this time, the little devil chef held the vermicelli in the bowl and asked Irons with longing: "Um... Mr. Irons, what is this called?"

"Hmm? It's called vermicelli~"

"No... I want to ask, what is the name of this method of turning big leaf yam into vermicelli?"

Looking at the little devil's eyes filled with excitement and curiosity, Irons squatted down and said.

“This is called the food industry.”

Chapter 50 I'm tired of red tape!

"Ains! The contribution you made to the demons! I will make sure all the demons will remember it!"

After eating the vermicelli that Irons shared with her, Margaret could no longer suppress the joy in her heart!

She could feel that this vermicelli not only tasted many levels better than the big-leaf sweet potato, but also gave her a good feeling of fullness when eaten!

Ains processed the big-leaf yam into a delicious food called vermicelli, which was a great benefit to the entire demon race! From now on, the last drawback of the big-leaf yam, which was that it was unpalatable, was gone!

Ains has only been here for a few days? He has already come up with such an ultimate task to improve the diet of all demons! If he stays in the Demon Realm, Margaret dare not imagine what Ains can do in the future!

She jumped up with great excitement and hugged Irons tightly. In front of Irons' surprised eyes, she abandoned her dignity and image as a demon king, and with a bunch of cooks and light bulbs watching her, she kissed Irons' cheek wildly!

"Hey! Wait... uh... that... there's someone... watching Margery... uh..."

After all the tossing and turning, Margaret was satisfied with the kiss, while Irons was numb from the kiss. He shyly touched the places on his face that were given special attention and were smeared with Margaret's lipstick.

Sniff... the lipstick smells quite good, a bit like roses. Irons couldn't help but think of how Margaret always had the scent of rose flowers on her body...

Margaret also realized her own mistake. After kissing Irons, she stood aside with her hands covering her mouth, looking away, feeling a little embarrassed.

As for the cooks who acted as light bulbs...they either looked up at the sky or looked down at the ground, using their actions to show that they saw nothing!

Irons felt the awkward atmosphere, but he didn't get angry. He just wiped the lipstick off his face with a towel, and then said to Margaret with a pout, "Next time...be more restrained. It's not good to be seen losing your composure in public..."

After saying that, Irons walked out of the kitchen quickly. After a while, he ran back with an embarrassed and ashamed look, picked up the book left in the kitchen, and trotted back to the bedroom.

As she watched Irons leave and what he said when he left, Margaret's mouth curled up to the widest possible arc.

He just said...be more restrained next time?

So, Irons admitted that there would be a next time! ? This is flirting, right? Regardless of whether it is true or not, Margaret admitted it!

In short, Queen Margaret won a great victory! Her soft and hard persuasion finally made Irons, a wooden man, bloom!

She shook herself with excitement, turned her head to look at the cooks who were still looking up and down, and asked with a smile: "Did you see it just now?"

"No no!"

"We didn't see anything!"

"I was just checking to see if the ceiling was leaking!"

"I'm checking the floor to see if there's any oil on it. I'm going to wash it!"

Margaret couldn't help laughing at the panicked looks of the cooks. She waved her hand and comforted them, "Don't worry. It doesn't matter if you saw it. Irons's expression just now was really funny. Hahahaha."

With that, Margaret walked out of the kitchen with a big laugh, leaving the cooks sitting on the ground with expressions as if they had escaped death.

"I feel... this kitchen is becoming increasingly unbearable..."

"The Demon King was like that just now. I think if I tell anyone, the head maid will kill him in a minute..."

"Ah...I want to quit my job and go home..."

Among the chefs slumped on the ground, there was an outlier. That little devil chef didn't seem to care at all about what the Demon King had done just now.

Because in his eyes, these are nothing compared to the raw ingredients in the kitchen that have not been processed.

Food industry? I don’t know what it means though. But the little devil believes that if even sweet potatoes can become so delicious, then other foods must also become more delicious after going through the food industry!

"Little Wells, what are you daydreaming about? Were you frightened by the Demon King just now? Don't worry, the Demon King said he doesn't care. He usually doesn't care. Get up and cook...

You can process those sweet potatoes into starch according to Mr. Irons' method.

Mr. Irons said that vermicelli can be preserved after drying, so we will make some vermicelli and dry them. We will never eat disgusting things like big leaf potato porridge again!"

"Huh? Oh oh..."

The little devil chef named Little Wells was awakened from his distraction and immediately nodded to accept his job.

Maybe I am still a little too ambitious. When it comes to processing sweet potatoes... well, I shouldn't think about how to use other ingredients in the "food industry" first. It would be better for me to try to understand the process of turning sweet potatoes into vermicelli first.

Thinking of this, little Wells dug out the big-leafed sweet potato from the pile of ingredients with great enthusiasm. This should be the most enthusiastic he had ever been about this unpalatable food!

……

"...Ha..." Irons tried to calm himself by reading a book, but unfortunately, he couldn't calm down.

Margaret's passionate kiss just now had a great impact on him. After all... this was the only time in his past life to this life that he was actively kissed by another woman.

And...it seems that he even gave away his first kiss...

Irons had guessed how he would give his first kiss. He had imagined every possibility, but he had never expected it to be taken away in such a sudden way.

How should I put it...ha, I felt a little confused, a little subtle, and of course mostly surprised, surprised that Margaret would do that to me.

She seems to really like me... She is a demon king, but she is always as passionate as a girl in front of me.

He was clearly full of majesty in front of those demon kings, but in front of me, all his sharpness was restrained, leaving only tolerance and even indulgence...

Thinking of this, Ains felt a sudden surge of excitement in his heart... Being treated differently like this... I'm quite happy... I even want to laugh...

"whee……"

"Ains~"

As soon as Irons grinned, Margaret quietly walked to Irons' bedroom and knocked on the open door.

This startled Ain immediately. He quickly sat up straight and picked up the book, pretending that he was reading quietly.

"Ah~ Margaret, come in."

Entering the bedroom, Margaret glanced at Irons who was pretending to be calm, her eyebrows slightly raised, and said, "Hiss... Is this book... held upside down?"

"Ians...can you understand if you hold the book upside down?"

"Huh?" Irons finally reacted, and then quickly turned the book over, trying to hide his embarrassment with soft coughs and shaking legs.

This made Margaret burst out laughing. She walked to the opposite side of Irons and slowly sat down. She did not expose Irons' pretense, but talked about business.

"Ains, I said before that I will let all the demons remember your contribution. I am also very grateful for your help in improving the diet of the demons..."

"Ahem... well... I can't say I'm simply helping you. After all, my ultimate goal is to open a restaurant in the Demon King's Castle. A restaurant has to come up with some unique specialties to attract people, right?"

Margaret tilted her head and asked, "But you've already shared your method of making vermicelli with me. Then vermicelli is no longer your specialty. How can you attract people?"

"Uh..." Ains paused for a moment, and said stubbornly, "Alas, business always needs competition. Only when others master the production skills of vermicelli and promote product iteration and upgrading can the market be opened up, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah~"

Although I don't understand what those words that Ains said mean, but... since he is like this, what's wrong with obeying him? That's right~

"Oh, by the way, Irons, how do you think we should promote this vermicelli thing?"

Hearing this, Ains immediately became serious and began to give Margaret advice: "My suggestion is to open a special starch factory and a vermicelli factory. Separate the two and leave room for the starch factory to expand.

Starch is a raw material for the food industry. It can be used to make vermicelli, but it is definitely not just used to make vermicelli. There are countless foods that can be made from it. As long as the starch factory is successfully opened, the food diversity of the Demon Realm will be ensured.

Of course, there is no need to hide this technology, because with the current conditions in the Demon King's City, it is unrealistic to rely on one factory to meet all the monsters' needs.

We still need to rely on small workshops that emerge spontaneously among the people to expand the market and meet more demands.

The rise of small workshops can also bring about market competition, allowing people to spontaneously innovate and improve existing food technology to enhance their competitiveness, thus resulting in the emergence of more new food products.

If we want to encourage this behavior, we can try to provide rewards to small workshops that invent new foods.

Even more so, if the innovative food has the potential for large-scale production, then we can open a new factory and absorb small workshop owners into management..."

Margaret's expression brightened as she listened to Ains' endless talk about the subsequent development plans. Although Ains talked about the development plans in the food industry, his ideas can also be applied to other industries!

As expected...kidnapping Ains from Blackwater City was one of the best decisions I made in my life!

Of course...while being happy, Margaret still did not forget to tease Irons.

"Hey... Ains, you told me so much... Are you really not helping me improve the Demon King's Castle?"

“…” Irons was slightly stunned, and quickly explained: “No, no, no! I’m not that kind! It’s just that after these foods are made in the factory, I can directly buy the raw materials to the restaurant, instead of doing every process myself!

I told you, Margaret! I'm tired of all the red tape about development, management, people's livelihood, etc. I only have one goal now! To open a restaurant and fish!"

Margaret smiled gently, nodded and added: "I also want a succubus wife~"

"Forehead……"

"Hehe~"

Chapter 51: More Demonic Crops

"Hey, sister, the vermicelli made in the kitchen yesterday was really delicious. It was smooth and tender. I really want to eat vermicelli today."

In the Devil's Castle, Polly flapped her little wings and flew forward with a silly smile. The pleasure brought by food is always simple and real. A delicious dinner is enough to make this girl happy for the whole day.

Meanwhile, her sister Bolu smiled helplessly, patted Polly on the head, and said, "Don't worry, I have listened to Lucy who works in the kitchen. She told me that the chef has asked the cooks to prepare a lot of vermicelli. Maybe we will eat them often in the future."

"Really!? Wuhu! I'm already looking forward to dinner tonight! This is the first time I'm so excited about a meal!"

Polly was so happy that he flapped his wings and circled in the air. He almost crashed into the wall because of his recklessness. In the end, his sister Poluji pulled him back in time, avoiding excessive joy and ending in tragedy.

"How can you be so arrogant, you idiot? You show off when you are happy, and when you show off, you get into trouble... Be steady! You are Mr. Irons's personal maid now!"

Bolu patted Polly's head angrily, and then reminded him seriously: "Also, let me tell you a little gossip. I heard from Little Wales that the person who made vermicelli was Mr. Irons!

Since you think vermicelli is delicious, you have to be more respectful to Mr. Irons! Don't act so disrespectful in front of Mr. Irons like you did before!"

"Woo! So Mr. Irons is so powerful?"

Polly's eyes widened immediately, and his little tail kept swinging back and forth behind his butt because of excitement. The little guy had a very simple mind.

When she thought about how powerful Mr. Irons, whom she served, was, then she, as someone who served Irons, naturally became more powerful. For a moment, a sense of pride arose in her heart.

At this moment, the little girl Polly felt that she was superior to the servants of the Demon King's Castle.

Looking at his sister's smug expression, Bolu slapped his cheek speechlessly. It seemed that his stupid sister didn't listen to a word of his warning...

"Alas... I don't expect you to be smart. It's your luck to meet someone like Mr. Irons..."

Bolu muttered to Polly helplessly. Yes, Polly was always naive and silly, but sometimes Bolu couldn't help but sigh that this girl was really lucky.

Originally, when servants were first selected from the Demon King's Castle, only the elder sister Boru was nominated among the two sisters. However, because another candidate gave up, Polly unexpectedly got a spot.

Later in the candidate process, she always passed various assessments by accident, and finally was selected to become a servant of the Demon King's Castle together with her sister.