My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 159 It Is Just A Plushy

“Did he really just faint after taking such a small bite?”

“My throat is burning just by watching them…”

When the parents saw the people in the shop trying the Devil’s Pasta challenge and passing out after a single bite, they started trembling in fear. They hurriedly took their kids and ran away, and the other customers outside the shop took a few steps back as well.

There were tons of onlookers, but hardly any of them actually stepped forward to give it a try.

The staff noticed how Genevieve was eyeing the plushy, so he approached her. “Would you like to try, young lady?”

Genevieve turned around and saw that Armand had caught up with her.

Armand glanced at the notice, then at the cat plushy hanging on the wall. With a frown, he stated, “It’s just a plushy. We can go get one at the claw machines.”

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to get this plushy from a claw machine, Sir,” the staff said with a grin. “This is a limited edition plushy from our shop. It’s one-of-a-kind.”

“How much do I have to pay for it?”

The staff shook his head and politely explained, “I’m sorry, Sir, but it’s a prize. It’s not for sale. If you succeed in completing the Devil’s Pasta challenge, we’ll give you the plushy.”

Armand wasn’t interested in trying any pasta. He pulled out a card from his pocket and said, “I’ll give you a hundred thousand.”

The staff and all the other customers were stunned by his offer. It was the first time anyone had offered such a high price for a single plushy.

If I were the boss, I would sell that plushy for a hundred thousand in a heartbeat, the staff thought.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t.

“This isn’t a matter of money, Sir. You could offer two hundred thousand, and it wouldn’t change anything,” he uttered helplessly. “The only way you can get that plushy is by completing the Devil’s Pasta challenge.”

Hearing that, Armand didn’t try to bargain with him any longer. He shifted his gaze to Genevieve and said, “Let’s walk around a bit more.”

Genevieve remained frozen in place. She took out her phone and showed him her screen after typing: I want that plushy, so I’m going to try the challenge.

Armand narrowed his eyes. “Are you trying to ruin your throat?”

look, Genevieve typed: You do it, then. I’m not leaving unless we get that

just a plushy. What are you even going to do once you get it?” Armand was at a loss

All she did was stare into his eyes for two seconds before turning around and walking

QR code on the wall, she ordered one

a few customers at the bar counter. Two of

it, the two of them were so overwhelmed by the spiciness that they began

open kitchen behind the bar counter, and there

plate of Devil’s Pasta was served

had beef, radish slices, and other kinds of vegetables. The sauce was thick and white, and it didn’t look spicy at

was sitting near Genevieve looked at her. While trying to catch his breath, he warned, “Listen, young lady…

a few more times, he started pouring water down his throat again. His face was

the pasta on her plate, wondering if it was really that hot. She had only

sat down next to her and took her food away. There was an icy look on his face as he said, “I’m only doing this because your

lip as she observed how the other challenger was still furiously gulping down water with one

it with his head lowered. The spicy taste of it spread through his mouth instantly, and his

together into a tight knot, then had

other challengers were all

the spiciness of a single bite and had thus given up instantly. Armand, on the other hand,

159 It Is Just A

he really just faint after taking such

throat is burning

bite, they started trembling in fear. They hurriedly took their kids and ran away, and the other customers outside the shop took a few steps back

any of them actually stepped forward to

the plushy, so he approached her. “Would you like

and saw that

on the wall. With a frown, he stated, “It’s just a plushy. We can go get one at

afraid you won’t be able to get this plushy from a claw machine, Sir,” the staff said with a grin. “This is a limited edition plushy from our shop. It’s

much do I have to pay for

his head and politely explained, “I’m sorry, Sir, but it’s a prize. It’s not for sale. If you succeed in completing the Devil’s Pasta challenge, we’ll

wasn’t interested in trying any pasta. He pulled out a card from his pocket and said, “I’ll give you a

other customers were stunned by his offer. It was the first time

that plushy for a hundred thousand in a heartbeat, the

Unfortunately, he wasn’t.