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?”

do it, then. I’m not leaving

going to do once you get it?” Armand was at

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

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

the bar counter. Two of the men

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

was an open kitchen behind the bar counter, and there were a few chefs in uniform

time at all, a plate

and other kinds of vegetables. The sauce was thick and white, and

the challengers who was sitting near Genevieve looked at her. While trying to catch his

times, he started pouring water down

glanced at the pasta 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 from

as he said, “I’m only doing

the other challenger was still furiously gulping down

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

brows together into a tight knot, then

other challengers were all

given up instantly. Armand, on the other hand, had taken another bite without even

It Is Just

faint after taking such

throat is burning just by watching

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

of onlookers, but hardly any of them actually

eyeing the plushy, so he approached

around and saw that Armand

at the cat plushy hanging on the wall. With a frown, he stated, “It’s just a plushy. We

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

have to

his head and politely explained, “I’m sorry, Sir, but it’s a prize. It’s not for sale. If

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

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

plushy for a hundred thousand in a heartbeat,

Unfortunately, he wasn’t.