After a moment, the system said, "Making the wheel needs money."
"I will pay for it."
"Deal! One lucky wheel, three gold coins!" the system said cheerfully.
"Wait—"
"Thank you! The money has been deducted. Making the lucky wheel now!" the system interrupted.
Mag raised an eyebrow. This little money-grubber is absolutely unbelievable, but three gold coins is nothing compared to the prizes.
It's making the wheel now, but I don't think it will tell me what prizes are in store for me.
Mag started making tofu pudding when the soy milk was ready.
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"Are you telling the truth, Lucia? That tofu pudding can rid me of these black freckles on my face?" a girl said nervously yet expectantly in a carriage, her voice clear as a bell. She was wearing a black dress, a black silk hat, and a black cloak.