When Abraham Lincoln saw the young woman, she saw him at the same time.

As if telepathic, both of them put down their phones simultaneously, without answering the call.

"Excuse me, are you Abraham Lincoln?"

The young woman had a neat bob haircut, a sharp chin, long eyelashes, willow-shaped eyebrows, and cherry lips—she was the very picture of a youthful, beautiful urban professional.

"Hello, I am Abraham Lincoln. You must be Julia Green, right? Please, have a seat."

Abraham Lincoln stood up and, like a gentleman, pulled out the chair for her.

The girl was very punctual, even arriving a quarter of an hour early.

"Thank you. Did you just get here?"

Julia Green noticed a cup of black tea on the table, still steaming.

"Yes! Would you like something to drink first?" Abraham Lincoln nodded and called over the waiter to bring the menu.

"The same as you? Oh? Do you keep pets?"

Julia Green noticed there was a pet carrier next to their seats and looked a little surprised.

"Yes, yes, I just bought it on my way past a pet shop."

Abraham Lincoln nodded.

"Looks like you must be a very caring person."

Julia Green offered a small compliment.

"Haha!"

Abraham Lincoln laughed.

What kind of lunatic keeps a monster as a pet?

In another world, he seemed to be often called a great demon lord.

Section 11: Congratulations, Fellow Daoist, on Forming Your Golden Core

"...smoked pork knuckle, sauerkraut, white sausage, Black Forest ham, German apple strudel..."

Abraham Lincoln stared blankly as she fluently listed the dishes, not even glancing at the menu. Clearly, this girl was a loyal fan of this restaurant, or she wouldn't be so familiar with everything.

Noticing Abraham Lincoln's odd look, Julia Green smiled shyly and said, "I like German food, so I come here often. Don't worry, I can finish it all, and I won't get fat."

"Impressive!"

Abraham Lincoln couldn't help but give a thumbs up. Almost 80% of the dishes she ordered were heavy meat—clearly, she was ready for a feast.

To have such an appetite and still keep a slim figure was truly enviable.

After ordering, Julia Green pushed the untouched menu to Abraham Lincoln and said, "Order whatever you like too. The smoked pork knuckle is a single serving—I suggest you get one as well."

"Alright!"

Abraham Lincoln readily followed her suggestion and ordered a few more dishes.

Soon, the table between them was piled high with plates, as lavish as a grand banquet. Other diners nearby kept glancing over, both surprised and skeptical—probably more people doubted whether the two of them could finish it all.

The golden, crispy pork knuckle weighed at least two or three jin, but Julia Green tore into it without batting an eye, like a fierce carnivorous dinosaur.

When only bones were left on the plate, she finally let out a satisfied sigh, "That was delicious!"

"You really like German food?"

Watching her eat so heartily, Abraham Lincoln also got his appetite going. Cutting into the smoked pork knuckle in front of him with knife and fork, the mouthfuls of meat were indeed satisfying.

"Of course, I love Germany!"

Julia Green made no secret of being a die-hard Germany fan.

"Is it because of the food?"

Abraham Lincoln could more or less guess a carnivore's longing for Germany—this was a good angle.

With 80% of its cuisine being meat, Germany is truly a paradise for meat lovers. Chinese civil servants are banned from drinking, German civil servants are banned from eating meat—what a contrast.

When it comes to sausages, Germany is the only Western country that can rival China's five-thousand-year culinary heritage—at least 1,500 varieties. Isn't that intimidating?

As for pasta and pizza, those are nothing in comparison.

"That's only part of the reason!"

Maybe because he hit the nail on the head, Julia Green covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "I also love Bavarian castles, the Black Forest, and the Alps, so I plan to immigrate to Germany and settle there. If we end up together, I hope you'll come with me. Although I make quite a bit each month, I hope you can earn more too. After all, it's the Eurozone, and expenses are high. Ideally, you could make a million at any moment."

Huh?

The girl suddenly cut straight to the point, catching Abraham Lincoln off guard. Earning a million at any moment? Why not just rob a bank?

Ding-dong! The text message alert sounded. He looked down.

A million yuan had just been deposited into his bank account.

Abraham Lincoln looked up in shock. Could this girl be some ancient powerhouse, her words becoming reality—a million means a million?

How terrifying!

"What's wrong?"

Julia Green noticed Abraham Lincoln's strange expression.

"N-nothing. Why don't you find a German guy?"

Abraham Lincoln hurried to change the subject. The sudden million-yuan transfer, he took as a scam message. Who would transfer such a huge sum for no reason? If there really was a problem, let the police come find him.

He couldn't understand—if she liked Germany so much, why not just marry a German? Why insist on bringing her own husband?