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

are you even going to do once you

did was stare into his eyes for two

scanned the QR code on the wall, she ordered one plate of

very big, and there were only a few customers at the bar

definitely not to be underestimated. After taking one bite of it, the two of them were so overwhelmed by the spiciness that they began gulping down cold water. One of the challengers who

behind the bar counter, and there were a few chefs in uniform

plate of

kinds of vegetables. The sauce was thick and

sitting near Genevieve looked at her. While trying to catch his breath, he warned, “Listen, young lady… Argh… Don’t eat it. It’s too

he started pouring

on her plate, wondering if it was really that hot. She had only just picked up her fork when a pair of hands snatched the plate away

look on his face as he said, “I’m only doing this because your throat is in a bad condition, Genevieve. No

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

had already picked up a forkful of the pasta and bit into it with his head lowered. The spicy taste of it spread through his mouth

furrowed his brows together into a tight knot, then

The other challengers

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

It Is Just

after taking such

burning just by watching

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

were tons of onlookers, but hardly any of them actually stepped

was eyeing the plushy, so

around and saw that

With a frown, he stated, “It’s just a plushy. We can go

to get this plushy from a claw machine, Sir,” the staff said with a grin. “This is

I have to pay for

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

any pasta. He pulled out a card from his pocket and said, “I’ll give you a

It was the first time anyone had offered such a high price for

were the boss, I would sell that plushy

Unfortunately, he wasn’t.