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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 856 Is It That Bad?

Amy, Sally, and the others were also all looking at Mag with curiosity in their eyes. The new dish hadn't been prepared for breakfast this morning, so all of them were wondering just what this new "stinky tofu" dish was.

"Is it tofu pudding that smells bad?" Amy asked.

"Is it when you remove the brains from tofu1, then make it stinky?" Babla also chimed in with an inquisitive look on her face.

"Is it actually stinky?" Sally asked in a rather concerned manner. As an elf, she had a mild case of mysophobia.

How do I put this Mag thought to himself as he looked at everyone's intrigued expressions. Stinky tofu was a very contentious and controversial dish. Those who loved it treated it like a prized treasure, while those who didn't avoided it like the plague.

Mag had once been one of the people that belonged to the latter group. There were some misunderstandings involved there, but if it weren't for the fact that he'd been forced to bask in the putrid aroma of stinky tofu in the test field for the God of Cookery for so long, he most likely still wouldn't have been able to accept its stinky odor.

However, after making a portion of the perfect stinky tofu, Mag had completely changed his mind. Stinky tofu was a very prevalent and renowned dish, and there had to be a reason for this.

Mag contemplated his answer for a moment before replying, "This is a dish with a distinctive and pronounced flavor. It's very stinky, but if you were to carefully pick apart its aroma, you'd find that it has a rich and unique fragrance. After tasting it, you'll realize that it's an irresistibly delicious dish. It may not suit everyone's tastes, but those who like it will love it. However, it's not very suitable to be consumed for breakfast, so I didn't make it for you."

"I want to eat it! I want to eat it!" Amy raised a little hand high up into the air as she yelled, "I can only smell the rich and unique aroma! I really want to eat stinky tofu!"

A gentle and doting look appeared in Mag's eyes as he looked at Amy's expectant expression. He then turned to everyone else, and asked, "Does anyone else want to try it? Before you make your decision, I must warn that the flavor of this dish is quite heavy, and those who are sensitive to foul odors should exercise discretion before deciding whether to try it or not."

"I'll pass." Sally immediately shook her head.

"I'll pass as well." Babla also shook her head. She liked things that smelled good, and she couldn't accept foul-smelling foods.

"C-can I try it?" Yabemiya asked in a cautious and feeble voice as if she were worried that she'd made the wrong decision.

"Alright, so that's two portions of stinky tofu. I'll make them separately for the two of you after breakfast." Mag nodded with a smile. A dish with such an overpowering flavor should be eaten at the end of a meal. Furthermore, there was no guarantee that the two of them would still have the appetite for breakfast if they were to eat stinky tofu first.

After breakfast, Mag entered the kitchen to make stinky tofu.

Amy and Yabemiya were looking at Mag through the entrance of the kitchen with expectant expressions on their faces, while Sally and Babla were standing slightly further away, casting their eyes toward the kitchen with slightly wary expressions.

"System, activate the molecular isolation system. Isolate the area where stinky tofu is made from the rest of the kitchen, and also isolate all of the individual tables in the restaurant," Mag instructed internally, and then removed the lid of the brine jar after receiving an affirmative response from the system.

An overpowering stinky odor immediately wafted through the air. However, Mag was a true man who had even drunk this brine before, and he'd also spent dozens of days embroiled in this very same odor in the test field for the God of Cookery. As such, he was instantly able to pinpoint the unique fragrance of the brine before inhaling deeply in an intoxicated manner.

Among the pieces of tofu that he'd placed into the jug this morning, he pulled out around a dozen to find that they'd already turned black. He rinsed them under cold water before setting them off to the side to be dried.

After that, he poured a large amount of camellia oil into a pot and heated it up until it took on a red color, and then placed the pieces of tofu into the pot. The tofu was deep-fried for five minutes over low heat, and when the surface of the pieces of tofu had taken on a golden brown hue, he removed them from the oil before placing them on plates.

He then poked a hole into the center of each piece of stinky tofu with a chopstick, and used a small spoon to scoop some chili oil, soy sauce, and sesame seed oil into those indentations. After that, he sprinkled some minced garlic and coriander over the dish before pouring a ladle of secret sauce over each plate of stinky tofu, and the dish was complete.

"Why can't I smell anything? It doesn't smell good, and it's not stinky, either," Amy said with a curious look on her face as she outside the entrance of the kitchen.

"I can't smell anything, either." Yabemiya also wore a perplexed look on her face. Mag had made it sound like this dish was extremely putrid, and she'd also changed her mind about tasting it as a result. However, it appeared to almost be complete now, but she still couldn't smell anything. That was really strange.

"I set up a magic formation in the kitchen, as well as the entire restaurant, that can isolate aromas. That way, the aromas of the dishes in the restaurant won't intermingle with one another, and customers will be able to enjoy their dishes without being affected by the aroma in the air," Mag explained as he loaded two portions of stinky tofu onto two platters, and then placed a dome-shaped metal cover over each plate. He then emerged from the kitchen with a smile, and said, "Take a seat."

Amy and Yabemiya immediately sat down at the table closest to the entrance to the kitchen, and then stared at the platters in Mag's hands with expectant looks in their eyes.

Sally and Babla also made their way over to the table. According to what Mag was saying, the aroma of the dishes should be restricted to the scope of the table, so they didn't have to worry about smelling the dish.

"Even if your first impression of the dish is that it's unbearably stinky, you have to repress the urge to give up on it. After a while, your impression of it might change," Mag said as he placed the platters down onto the table, and then removed their lids.

A rich stinky aroma immediately wafted through the air, and Yabemiya almost reflexively jumped up from her seat. Her dragon tail immediately appeared, flinging her chair over in the process.

This abhorrent odor had dealt her a very heavy blow. She had worked in damp and dark kitchens for many years, and during that time, she'd been forced by her employers to take care of countless rotten ingredients and dishes, and even been assigned the duty of unclogging underground sewage pipes. However, none of those horrific odors could compare with what she was smelling right now.

If it weren't for Mag's earlier warning, she would've already rushed out the door to desperately gulp down some fresh air.

Is it that bad?

Sally and Babla were both given a fright by Yabemiya's reaction, and at the same time, they were quite glad that they'd chosen not to sample the dish. This reaction was far more violent than when Yabemiya was eating roujiamos, and she'd taken on her half-dragon form uncontrollably in the blink of an eye. Just how putrid did this dish have to be to draw such a reaction from her?

In contrast, Amy was staring at the dish before her with an entranced look on her face as if she couldn't smell its abhorrent odor at all. Instead, she picked up her chopsticks as if she were about to dig in to an extremely delicious dish.

Everyone then cast their eyes toward the pieces of black tofu, which had been placed on long rectangular plates. Their centers were filled with condiments, and their surface was covered in rich brown sauce, as well as pieces of coriander, thereby creating a rather alluring sight to behold.

Is something that stinky really edible? The same question flashed through Sally's and Babla's mind at the same time.

Amy carefully picked up a piece of stinky tofu with her chopsticks, making sure that not even a single shred of coriander fell from it, before taking a bite.

After biting through the crispy exterior, the spicy and supple sauces created a delicious explosion of flavor in her mouth. Amy's eyes immediately narrowed in a blissful smile, and after swallowing her first mouthful of tofu, she stuck out her little tongue to lick the sauce around her lips, and then ate the remaining portion of that piece of stinky tofu in a single bite. Once again, another play on words where the Chinese characters for tofu pudding literally translates to tofu brains, hence the reference for removing the brains.

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 857 Its Stinkiness Is Just A Ruse

"Gulp."

Everyone swallowed in unison at the sight of Amy's blissful expression. They knew that this stinky tofu was astonishingly putrid, but they still couldn't help but try to imagine its delicious flavor as they looked at Amy's joyful reaction.

Amy made everything she ate look extremely delicious, but even Sally and Babla were quite curious about just what this abhorrent stinky tofu could taste like.

Yabemiya was just about to run away when a hint of surprise also suddenly flashed through her eyes. Her agitated dragon tail settled down, and she closed her eyes as she carefully inhaled the aroma wafting through the air. "This is not just a purely stinky aroma; I can smell a special fragrance hidden deep within it. The more I delve into that special aroma, the more pronounced it becomes, and it's very warm and mild, making me want to explore it even further."

After a brief hesitation, Yabemiya sat back down in her seat before appraising the stinky tofu dish before her.

Just like all of the dishes that Mag had made in the past, this stinky tofu was very appetizing in appearance.

The black tofu didn't appear to be hideous in the slightest, and after being stuffed with condiments and drizzled with that rich brown sauce, it appeared to be very alluring instead.

The overwhelmingly putrid aroma had already transformed into a rich and unique fragrance that was extremely captivating.

What will this dish taste like? Yabemiya glanced at the blissful Amy beside her, and then also picked up a piece of stinky tofu with her chopsticks. The black exterior of the tofu had been fried to a slightly yellow tinge, and its center was stuffed full with condiments. The green coriander that had been sprinkled all over the dish provided a perfect finishing touch that gave the dish a refreshing appearance.

"The best way to eat stinky tofu is to eat an entire piece per mouthful," Mag suggested with a smile.

One piece at a time? Yabemiya looked down at the piece of tofu between her chopsticks, only to find that it was just the right size for an a.d.u.l.t mouthful, but it most likely wouldn't be very elegant to eat an entire piece in one mouthful.

After some brief hesitation, Yabemiya still placed the entire piece of stinky tofu into her mouth before biting down on it.

The spicy juices encapsulated within the stinky tofu instantly flourished within her mouth, and for a split second, her mind went completely blank.

Her body's first reaction was to spit out the stinky tofu right away. However, she then discovered that there was an unimaginably delicious flavor intermingled with the intense spiciness.

Beyond the crispy exterior was an extremely soft and smooth tofu interior, and the spicy juices instantly made all of her taste buds come alive. The abundance of condiments and also presented her with a diverse variety of textures, and she felt as if a delicious pot of warm soup were bubbling within her mouth.

"Rip!"

Two buttons immediately flew off the front of her maid uniform, revealing a section of her fair and alluring cleavage.

Even so, she still couldn't bear to spit out the stinky tofu in her mouth. She raised her head upward as she panted with her mouth open, and her cheeks were bulging, but she no longer had any spare capacity to worry about her appearance.

The stinky tofu was extremely hot, but far too delicious for her to bear spitting it out!

The scorching temperature in her mouth quickly receded along with the spicy flavor, but another unique and delicious flavor instantly flourished to take its place.

This was an extraordinary dish that had the crispiness and fragrance of deep-fried tofu, and its interior was only slightly firmer than tofu pudding, but it was so delicious and refreshing.

On top of that, the condiments and secondary ingredients gave the dish a soul, and made it absolutely irresistible.

After swallowing her first mouthful of stinky tofu, Yabemiya's eyes remained closed for a long while.

All of the stinkiness had vanished, and a rich intoxicating fragrance lingered in her mouth as well as in the surrounding area.

This fragrance filled every single nook and cranny in the air around her, and she felt as if she'd been completely enchanted.

Only after a long while did Yabemiya open her mouth, and as soon as she did so, she exclaimed, "This is too delicious! Words fail to describe this delicious flavor. This is something that you'll never forget after eating it once. In particular, when the flavor first flourished inside my mouth, that was an incredible feeling!"

A smile appeared on Mag's face upon seeing this. The aroma of stinky tofu had been unforgettable to him, even though he'd never eaten it in his past life, so of course it was even more unforgettable for those who'd actually tasted it. It appeared that the dish that he'd made certainly lived up to stinky tofu's lofty reputation.

His gaze then lingered for a moment on Yabemiya's chest. It appeared that it was time to make a slightly larger uniform for her; this type of fanservice was way too much for him!

Is it really that good? Sally and Babla were both quite intrigued, even though it was very difficult for them to imagine that such a foul-smelling dish could be so delicious.

However, Yabemiya didn't continue in her description. Instead, she picked up another piece of stinky tofu with her chopsticks before placing it in her mouth like a devout believer. She immediately fell into the hot and spicy trap again, having to pant to alleviate the heat, and then swallow the mouthful of tofu at the most perfect moment.

This was a very special experience, and it would be a completely different culinary experience if one were to taste the dish after it had cooled.

Inside the restaurant, Amy and Yabemiya sat across one another with blissful expressions on their faces while enjoying their stinky tofu. Meanwhile, Mag, Sally, and Babla looked on in silence from outside the molecular isolation barrier.

"Do you want to try it?" Mag asked the two of them with a smile.

"No." Sally still shook her head in a firm manner.

However, Babla's expression had become rather hesitant. She'd already lost count of the number of times that she'd had to surreptitiously gulp down her own drool, and she knew that she might not be able to handle the abhorrent aroma of the dish, but she still couldn't help but be tempted at the sight of Amy and Yabemiya's blissful expressions. It was as if there were a demon sitting on her shoulder, constantly trying to goad her into trying the dish for herself.

She was a princess who had to have fresh fragrant flowers placed in her living room every day, and she'd always avoided foul-smelling objects, but in that instant, she was really tempted to sample this dish.

"Big Sister Babla, even though my stinky tofu is super delicious, I can let you taste a piece." Amy picked up a piece of tofu with her chopsticks before turning to Babla with a smile on her face.

A drop of rich sauce dripped down onto her plate from the piece of tofu, and at that moment, the black and putrid piece of tofu was so alluring in Babla's eyes that it was as if a golden halo had appeared around it.

"Gulp."

Babla swallowed another mouthful of drool, and she'd even taken a small step forward before she'd realized it. However, she stopped just before she was about to step into the isolated space, and she crossed her arms with a determined look on her face as she said, "I definitely won't eat any stinky foods."

"This is a truly delicious dish! Its stinkiness is just a ruse." Amy shook her head as she moved her chopsticks closer to Babla's mouth, and then smiled as she said, "It really is super delicious."

A rich aroma immediately wafted toward her, and it was so strong that for a split second, she couldn't even tell whether it smelled good or not. However, one thing was for sure: this was definitely an aroma that she wanted to run away from.

However, just as Babla was about to refuse again, her mouth suddenly opened and accepted the piece of stinky tofu, almost against her will.

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 858 Is It That Serious?

"It's so good!"

A tsunami of deliciousness was crashing into Babla's soul, making her entire being tremor with bliss. The incredible sensation culminated in those three simple words that served as the most truthful representation of her feelings at that very moment.

After swallowing the mouthful of stinky tofu, a rich aroma continued to linger in her mouth, and Babla licked the sauce from around the lips as she exhaled with elation.

Everyone was looking at her with amused expressions on their faces. In the face of truly delicious food, none of her vows or declarations could repress her innermost desires.

Sally had already retreated to two tables further away, but she also wore an amused smile on her face.

Babla immediately blushed from the widespread scrutiny that she was receiving, and she wanted to burrow into the ground to hide her shame.

But this stinky tofu dish was simply far too delicious!

Within just that small piece of tofu was such a rich and diverse profile of flavors. The hot juices within her mouth and on the tip of her tongue completely intoxicated her, and she couldn't help but turn her attention to Amy and Yabemiya's plates, each of which only had one piece of stinky tofu left.

"This one's for me." Amy picked up the final piece of stinky tofu on her plate with her chopsticks, and then placed it in her mouth with a blissful smile on her face.

Babla turned her gaze away from Amy's plate in a reluctant manner before turning to Mag.

Mag glanced at the clock on the wall before smiling as he shook his head, and said, "If you want some more, then you'll have to wait until after the breakfast service; I have to take Amy to her morning lessons now."

Babla cast her gaze down toward the two empty plates with a dejected sigh.

After that, Amy and Yabemiya picked their plates and licked the juices clean. Even then, they still looked like there were left wanting more.

"Take a short break, then prepare to welcome the customers," Mag said with a smile before dabbing at Amy's mouth with a napkin, and then pushing the bicycle out the door.

The system's molecular isolation system had indeed proven to be very effective. It was able to isolate the aromas within a certain space, and it also had an air cleansing effect that made sure all of the aromas had been cleared out for the next customer.

"This aroma isolation system is so extraordinary! The smell of the stinky tofu hasn't spread to the rest of the restaurant at all, and even within this area, the aroma has completely disappeared!" Yabemiya said with a hint of amazement in her eyes as she cleared the table.

Babla also tried walking into the area, and then inhaling deeply, only to find that she felt as if she were standing in a forest that was filled with fresh air, and the aroma of the stinky tofu had completely vanished.

What kind of spell formation is this, and why have I never heard of it before? Could it be that the magic has been developed to such an incredible extent on this continent already? Babla thought to herself with furrowed brows and a hint of bewilderment in her heart.

During this time, she had read many books detailing the history of the Norland Continent, thereby developing a certain level of understanding of this world.

In the books of the moon nation, very rarely did the term "Norland Continent" appear, and she had only seen the term once on a coverless ancient tome in her father's study. The tome had been sealed by magic, and she could only flip open the first page, which only contained a short excerpt that gave an extremely brief description of the Norland Continent.

At the time, she had only been intrigued that there was a continent outside of the moon nation, and never would she have thought that she'd end up there one day.

What kind of connection is there between the Norland Continent and the moon nation? What is that ancient tome sealed in father's study about? Why is it that there's an ancient teleportation formation in the royal palace of the moon nation that leads to the Norland Continent?

A series of questions weighed heavily on her heart, and she pored over countless books to try and find the answer.

Even though she couldn't find an exact answer, she was able to ascertain one thing: the history of the moon nation and the Norland Continent overlapped for a period of time in the distant past.

It wasn't a coincidence; the events that had taken place in those two parallel stretches of history were completely identical.

The historical records of the two lands during that time were almost exactly the same, so there had to be some kind of special connection there. What she wanted to do was to figure out what this connection was before she returned to the moon nation.

Even though there wasn't much of a difference in the military strength of the two worlds, the usage of magic in the moon nation was clearly more advanced. Magic casters of the moon nation were able to use magic to create some things that could increase efficiency in daily tasks as opposed to using them solely in battle.

However, this firm belief in her heart had been completely flipped on its head by this molecular isolation system.

This was an extraordinary spell formation that could isolate aromas and cleanse the air in small areas. As a 7th-tier spatial magic caster, she could repair an ancient teleportation formation on her own, and her talent in the area of spell formations had received glowing praise from her royal instructor.

However, even she was completely unable to comprehend how a spell formation like this could've possibly been set up.

When Mag returned after dropping off Amy, a long line had already gathered in front of the restaurant.

The regular customers all greeted Mag, and Mag also smiled as he responded in kind. He was able to remember the names or nicknames of all of the customers who had introduced themselves to him in the past, so his greetings always made one feel very comfortable and appreciated.

"Boss Mag, I heard you're releasing a new dish; what is this stinky tofu? Is it actually stinky? Does it have something to do with tofu pudding?" Harrison asked.

All of the other customers also instantly fell silent as they turned toward Mag for an answer. This was a question that they all wanted to ask.

"Stinky tofu isn't stinky tofu pudding, but it does have quite a strong flavor. I'd advise those who can't stand foul odors or are mysophobic to exercise caution before ordering the dish. At the same time, due to the special nature of stinky tofu, I'd like everyone to decide whether you'd like to order the dish before entering the restaurant so my staff can do their best to seat all customers wishing to try the dish at the same tables. In doing so, we'll be sparing the other customers from the strong aroma of the dish," Mag said with a smile as his gaze lingered momentarily on Elizabeth, who was the third in line. He hadn't thought that she would come to line up in front of his restaurant early in the morning.

"Is it that serious?"

All of the customers were rather surprised to hear this. Everyone was very excited that Mamy Restaurant was releasing a new dish, and they'd all come to line up very early. If it weren't for the limited catering capacity of the restaurant, the line outside could easily be twice as long as it currently was.

However, everyone knew how Mag liked to do things, and the fact that he was issuing this warning and even organizing designated tables for customers wishing to order stinky tofu was making people rather uneasy. Some of the customers who had been determined to taste the dish were growing rather hesitant.

If it actually stinks, won't that make the restaurant stink as well? Elizabeth's brows furrowed slightly.

"As for what it tastes like, you'll know when you taste it." Mag opened the restaurant doors with a smile, and said, "Welcome."

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 859 Woah

The customers at the front of the line made their way into the restaurant with mixed emotions, but they didn't immediately take their seats, as they were still rather hesitant about how to proceed.

"Those who wish to order stinky tofu can take a seat at one of the tables on the far left of the restaurant over there; the rest of you can sit wherever you like. Aside from today, stinky tofu will only be served during dinner service, and only 100 portions will be served each day, so it's going to be a first come, first served arrangement," Mag said with a smile.

The customers who had decided not to try the stinky tofu quickly took their seats, while the rest were still rather hesitant. Mag had given them quite a serious warning, but at the same time, his new dishes had never flopped before. If it really were both stinky and disgusting to eat, there was no way that he'd serve it in his restaurant.

"Hello, Miss Elizabeth," Yabemiya greeted Elizabeth with a hint of surprise and elation on her face. Seeing as she was about to take a seat on the right side, she couldn't help but urge in a quiet voice, "Stinky tofu is super delicious; I strongly recommend it."

Elizabeth was rather taken aback upon hearing this, but after seeing the sincerity in Yabemiya's eyes, she chose to sit on the far left side of the restaurant after some brief hesitation.

"There's someone actually willing to try the dish?"

Elizabeth's actions immediately attracted a lot of attention. Not only was she the first customer to have taken a seat on the far left, she was also an icy beauty.

Mag also cast a surprised glance at Elizabeth. Could she really handle such a foul odor? On top of that, she seemed to have changed her mind after Yabemiya had said something to her; were they that familiar with each other already?

Seeing as someone had led the way, many of the indecisive customers also made up their minds and sat on the far left.

Harrison sat down across from Elizabeth before giving her a polite and reserved smile. He was just a normal human being, but as a merchant, he had a sharp discerning eye, and he knew that despite this woman's alluring beauty, she was not someone that he could mess with. She was the type of woman that would kill someone for doing anything that was even slightly over the line to her.

If it weren't for the fact that there were no seats left on the far left side of the restaurant, he really wouldn't want to sit here.

Sitting beside Elizabeth was Xixi, while Lulu sat across her.

"Hello," Xixi greeted Elizabeth and Harrison with a smile as soon as she sat down. She then took a deep breath, and said, "Thank heavens we managed to get the last two seats. I can't believe there are people who are actually hesitating about trying out Boss Mag's new dish."

"Hello to you too," Harrison replied with a smile. As a regular customer of the restaurant, he was quite familiar with this couple, and their arrival at this table instantly made him feel a lot more relaxed.

"Hello," Elizabeth also replied with a slight nod. Her gaze then lingered on Xixi and Lulu for a moment before she looked away. These two weren't humans, but they weren't elves, either, and she was struggling to identify them.

As a proud giant dragon, Elizabeth had never shared a table with humans before, but ever since she'd begun coming to Mamy Restaurant, she found herself regularly having to share tables with humans, elves, and even demons.

This restaurant seemed to have a mystical atmosphere that made all customers completely absorbed in the food they were eating, thereby forgetting all of their racial disparities and preconceived biases. In their eyes, only their food existed, and they didn't care with whom they were sharing a table.

"I'll get a sweet tofu pudding, a Yangzhou fried rice, and" Elizabeth looked up at Yabemiya, and said, "A stinky tofu."

All of the customers began to make their orders while Mag entered the kitchen and began cooking.

"Boss, should we go and taste Boss Mag's new dish?" Kiel asked in an excited manner as he stood outside the restaurant.

"Isn't it stinky? I hate stuff that stinks, so I'll pass," Mond replied with a shake of his head.

"Let's look at the price first. The third group of our brethren is already on their way, and we have to prepare enough holy roujiamos for them. If we were to buy this new dish, it could mean that we wouldn't have enough money to buy holy roujiamos," Sargeras said with a cautious shake of his head.

At this moment, a customer beside them opened the menu, and said, "Stinky tofu is 300 copper coins per portion, just like roujiamo."

"We're buying holy roujiamos instead!" Sargeras immediately decided upon hearing that.

"I concur!" Kiel raised a hand with a serious look on his face.

Everyone else in the Burning Legion also nodded in agreement.

Most of the customers behind them in the line also decided against ordering this new dish. 300 copper coins wasn't much, but if this stinky tofu really was abhorrently putrid and ruined their mood for the entire day, it would simply not be worth it.

Elizabeth's Yangzhou fried rice and tofu pudding were brought to her first, but the stinky tofu was held back. Only after she'd finished both dishes did Yabemiya carefully carry a platter with a metal lid toward her.

All of the customers immediately turned their attention to the platter, craning their necks to see just what this stinky tofu looked like and whether it was actually as foul as Mag had made it sound.

However, the metal lid covered everything, making impossible for them to see the dish.

"Here's your stinky tofu," Yabemiya said with a smile as she set the platter down before Elizabeth, and then grabbed onto the handle of the lid.

Harrison drew back reflexively upon seeing this; he was feeling rather uneasy. He'd just had all this delicious food, and his happiness meter had spiked. If his mood were to be ruined by this dish, then that would be quite a travesty.

In contrast, Xixi drew closer to Elizabeth with a glowing expectant look in her eyes as she stared at the platter. She was a devout foodie who was determined to taste all the delicious cuisine across the entire continent even while running for her life. As long as the food tasted good, she didn't care what it smelled like.

"I didn't think there would really be people who want to eat stinky food in this world."

"Indeed. I have great confidence in Boss Mag, but I just can't imagine myself liking a stinky dish."

"I'm a bit worried about whether the foul odor will spread to us and ruin our appetite after that lid is lifted."

All of the customers were discussing quietly among themselves, and some of the customers who were still eating were growing rather concerned.

Elizabeth's expression remained quite calm, and she seemed to be unconcerned, but there was an unmistakable hint of apprehension in her eyes. She looked up at Yabemiya, and thought to herself, She says it's good, so it must be quite delicious, and it's probably not going to smell all that bad.

Yabemiya gripped onto the handle of the lid, and then lifted it with a smile on her face.

An abhorrent odor immediately wafted through the air in all directions.

"Woah!!!"

Harrison sprang out of this chair and jumped back two meters, almost crashing into the table behind him as a result.

The bashful smile on Lulu's face vanished, and he reared back reflexively, causing his chair to creak and groan as if it were about to fall apart.

Even the expectant Xixi immediately pinched her nose as her anticipation turned to shock and disgust.

"What?!"

Elizabeth's calm facade completely shattered, and a wall of ice instantly rose up before her to cut her off from the table.

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 860 Completely Defenseless

Everyone in the restaurant was waiting to see the new dish, but the reactions of the customers sitting at that table came as quite a surprise.

What kind of putrid odor could make a fatso spring back two meters out of his chair and force a giant dragon to conjure up a wall of ice?

Even the customers on the neighboring tables were reflexively leaning away, trying to get further away from that table in case they were also afflicted by the abhorrent odor.

Mamy Restaurant's new dishes always drew resoundingly positive reactions, but on this occasion, everyone looked as if they wanted to flee for their lives.

Is it that bad? Mag thought to himself as he looked at the slightly chaotic restaurant. He'd already gotten Amy and Yabemiya to try the dish this morning, but it appeared that he'd still underestimated the impact the aroma of the dish was going to have.

He was even beginning to regret not opening the curtains during breakfast. Otherwise, he could get Amy to eat the dish behind the floor-to-ceiling window, and there would've been no need for him to advertise the dish; Amy's reaction alone would've had customers scrambling to order stinky tofu like moths to a flame.

"I'm willing to bet that no one can eat this stinky tofu! This smells way too horrible! It's like" Harrison stared at the stinky tofu on the table with a hint of fear in his eyes, and he was at a loss for an apt analogy. In the end, he announced, "There's no way anyone can eat this! If anyone does, I'll run a lap around the Aden Square in the nude!"

Thus, everyone was even more convinced that this dish was truly as abhorrent as Mag had warned it would be. After all, this was a testimonial from a direct witness, so it had a very high level of credibility.

Those who had decided against ordering stinky tofu all smiled as they commended themselves for their wise decision, while the customers on the far left were wondering whether they should refrain from ordering the dish or cancel the orders for stinky tofu they'd already made.

At this moment, a customer exclaimed, "Wait, why can't we smell anything? Come to think of it, it seems like the aromas of the dishes on this table can't be smelled as soon as we leave this area!"

All of the other customers also began looking around upon hearing this. Many of them had already sensed that the restaurant seemed to be different today somehow, but they couldn't put a finger on just what was different about it. Now that the stinky tofu had been brought out, everyone discovered that its odor had been limited to just that table alone, while no one else in the restaurant was able to smell anything.

It was as if the aromas had been cut off by invisible walls that were undetectable even to powerful magic casters. This discovery filled everyone with a sense of amazement.

Of course, they were much more relieved than they were amazed. If the aromas had been isolated, then no one would have to worry about their appetite being ruined. Boss Mag really was a thoughtful restaurant owner who was always looking out for his customers.

"What if she doesn't eat the dish? Does that mean Boss Mag's new dish will be a flop?" a customer asked in a quiet voice.

Everyone's attention was drawn back to the stinky tofu before Elizabeth again. The black stinky tofu had been embellished with a pinch of green coriander and placed on a decorated long dish in an orderly manner. The rich brown sauce that had been drizzled over the dish also served to make it appear even more alluring.

If it weren't for the putrid aroma emanating from the dish, it would be quite enticing to everyone.

However, after smelling the aroma in person, Harrison was willing to make a bet with such high stakes, proclaiming he would streak around the Aden Square if someone were to eat the dish. As such, most of the customers had already decided that they wouldn't be ordering this dish.

Boss Mag was a genius who had created one incredible dish after another. His unique cooking methods and brilliant ingredient combinations culminated in delicious, revolutionary dishes, but even geniuses could make mistakes, so this was quite understandable.

"I'm already beginning to look forward to the next new dish," a customer said with a smile before scooping a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth.

Many customers were still looking at Elizabeth, wanting to see just how she was going to react.

Ever since Mamy Restaurant had been opened, no one had ever been dissatisfied with the taste of the dishes that had been served. However, having conjured up that wall of ice, it didn't appear Elizabeth was going to eat the stinky tofu no matter what.

But it's really good! It's super delicious Yabemiya thought to herself in an urgent manner. The stinky tofu was so good, yet it was being completely misunderstood.

She had found it to be unbearable as well prior to tasting it, but after sampling the dish, she'd fallen hopelessly in love with its flavor. However, these customers were going to turn their backs on this dish based on the smell alone; all of Mag's effort in inventing this new dish was going to go to waste!

Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she sat behind her wall of ice. For an instant, she'd almost reverted back to her dragon formsuch was the shock inflicted on her by the abhorrent aroma of this dish. She had never smelled something so terrible in her life, and she'd been caught completely off guard.

Frost Dragons were the most mysophobic among all dragons. The Frost Island was covered in ice all year round, so there were no visible impurities nor any strange and putrid odors on the island. All of the food they ate also bore no strange aromas whatsoever.

As such, this stinky tofu dish had completely exceeded her tolerance range. If it weren't for the fact that Yabemiya were standing right beside her, she would've stormed out of the restaurant already.

"This stinky tofu" Elizabeth began in a slightly dark voice.

"It's not actually stinky; it's just an extremely rich fragrant aroma, and it only stinks because the aroma is overly rich. If you carefully delve into the aroma, you'll find that it contains no impurities whatsoever, and that it's extremely alluring," Yabemiya cut her off in an urgent manner as she looked at Elizabeth with sincerity and a hint of hope in her eyes.

There were many regular customers in the restaurant, but in that moment, Yabemiya chose to place her trust in Elizabeth, the cold and aloof Frost Dragon who would always come to the restaurant alone and ask her some strange questions from time to time.

Elizabeth was already preparing to reject this dish, but at the at the sight of Yabemiya's earnest and beseeching gaze, she hesitated momentarily before appraising the stinky tofu before her again.

Behind the wall of ice, the aroma had been hampered significantly, and it wasn't as overwhelming as it had been when the lid on the dish had first been lifted. Setting aside her first impression of the dish, she discovered that there really were traces of a more fragrant aroma that lay beyond the foul odor.

As she began to focus on that unique fragrance, it slowly became richer and richer, and as opposed to being unpleasant, it became rather alluring instead. Elizabeth's furrowed brows gradually smoothed out.

"Ding!"

The wall of ice was shattered and vanished. Thus, the aroma that had been restricted wafted toward her again in full force.

However, she didn't conjure up another wall of ice this time. Instead, she closed her eyes to truly experience the aroma.

In doing so, she discovered that it was indeed fragrant to the extreme rather than putrid.

The entire restaurant had already fallen silent as all of the customers stared at Elizabeth with bewilderment in their eyes. They clearly didn't expect her to withdraw the wall of ice and directly face that unbearable odor.

"What is she doing?" Harrison murmured to himself in a perplexed manner.

Elizabeth opened her eyes, and then plucked a piece of stinky tofu into her mouth with her chopsticks.

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 861 You've Ruined Me Boss Mag

She bit through the piece of stinky tofu, and the juices within it immediately flourished in her mouth as an explosion of heat and spiciness.

Hot!

In that instant, that was the only word that flashed through her mind.

"Rip!"

At the same time, the sound of fabric being torn rang out as the collar of her dress split open. What lay beyond that part of her dress was something that only she knew of.

Mag raised an eyebrow upon seeing this. This woman appeared to be quite thin and frail, but her chest was quite sizeable indeed. In that respect, she was rather like Miya. Could it be that this was a common trait among all women with giant dragon bloodlines?

A layer of faint icy mist rose up around Elizabeth as her body's first reaction was to lower her temperature.

However, as the cool mist was about to reach her oral cavity, she prevented it from doing so.

She couldn't bear to part with this scorching hot feeling.

The hot and spicy juices had set all of her taste buds into an elated frenzy, and the diverse variety of condiments created an incredible flavor.

Beneath the crispy and fragrant skin was an extremely soft and smooth tofu center, creating a huge contrast.

Elizabeth panted as she opened her mouth, trying to dispel some of the heat in the simplest way possible while still carefully savoring the delicious flavor that had blossomed in her mouth.

The rich aroma in the air complemented the delicious flavor on her tongue, and she could no longer smell anything abhorrent from this dish. Instead, this aroma had become impossibly intoxicating to her.

She felt as if she could see a piece of tofu pudding being deep-fried in a pot of oil and then filled with all types of condiments before being drizzled by a ladle of scorching hot sauce.

The incredible imagery was the perfect accompaniment to this incredible flavor.

After swallowing her first piece of tofu, the delicious flavor lingered in her mouth, and her stomach was rejoicing.

"She She ate it!"

All of the customers stared at Elizabeth with astonished eyes. She had reacted so violently to the putrid odor, yet she had just eaten an entire piece of stinky tofu in what appeared to be an extremely enjoyable manner.

"Gulp" A woman swallowed involuntarily as she murmured, "Am I the only one who thinks that looked super delicious?"

"I also think the same," someone beside her chimed in with a nod.

"H How is this possible! I can't even stand this horrible odor; how can she eat something like this and look so happy while doing it?" Harrison's eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets.

"When has Boss Mag's food ever disappointed us? You should go streak in the square now," Gjerj chuckled with a hint of gloating joy in his eyes.

"This is" Harrison's expression immediately fell, and he was kicking himself for making such a stupid bet. What was he supposed to do now?

After the blissful smile lingered on her face for a while, Elizabeth returned to her senses and discovered the torn front of her dress, upon which a faint blush appeared on her face.

She raised a hand to her chest, and her torn dress sealed itself again. However, her corset had also split open, and she'd have to change to a new one. All she could now was temporarily seal it together with ice.

"Did it taste good?" Yabemiya asked with a hopeful look on her face.

"It was very delicious." Elizabeth nodded in response. If it weren't for Yabemiya's insistence, she would've most likely missed out on this delicious dish. After all, she had zero tolerance to foul odors.

"That's great!" An elated smile appeared on Yabemiya's face. This was an extremely important testimonial.

Without saying anything else, Elizabeth picked up another piece of stinky tofu with her chopsticks before placing it in her mouth, and then continuing to bask in its unique delicious flavor.

Xixi had also stopped pinching her own nose, and she was staring at the stinky tofu before Elizabeth with a hint of yearning in her eyes. "It really is a fragrant aroma! It's just that the aroma is so strong and rich that it comes across as stinky when you first catch a whiff of it. Now that I really try to delve into the aroma, I can smell an extremely alluring underlying scent."

"We'll get two stinky tofus," Lulu said to Yabemiya.

"Coming right up." Yabemiya nodded with a smile.

"I also want a stinky tofu."

"I'll get two; one for now, and the other for takeaway."

All of the customers who had already planned to give up on the dish were suddenly scrambling to make their orders in case they missed out on it.

All of the regular customers of Mamy Restaurant were devout foodies. After all, having to line up for close to an hour at a time for a meal wasn't something that everyone could endure. As such, as long as the dish tasted good, what did it matter that it stank? On top of that, it was actually simply overly rich in aroma rather than stinky, so it was certainly nothing to fear.

Of course, there were still many customers who decided against trying out the dish. Regardless of what other people said, the fact of the matter was that it stank, even if the stench was arising from an overly rich fragrance. It was not that easy for customers to overcome this mental hurdle.

"When are you going to streak, Harrison? Make sure to notify us beforehand so we can go and spectate," one of the customers asked with a smile.

"Please do notify us, and I'll make sure I don't go out for that entire day. I'd rather not see something so traumatizing," a young woman chimed in with amus.e.m.e.nt in her eyes.

All of the other customers also burst into laughter.

These regular customers of Mamy Restaurant met each other virtually every day, so it was fine for them to make jokes at the expense of other regular customers from time to time.

"Well You see I think I'll need to try out this dish for myself to see if it actually tastes good," Harrison mumbled as he strode back to his seat with a slightly awkward look on his face. Prior to returning to his table, he took a deep breath, and then pinched his nose before also sitting back down.

A slight wisp of the stinky tofu's aroma entered through his restricted nostrils, and his face immediately turned red. However, on this occasion, he didn't immediately rear back. Instead, he forced himself to remain in his seat and truly experience the aroma of the dish.

After setting aside his preconceived notions of the dish and enduring the initial putrid odor, he also gradually pinpointed a unique fragrance, and the aroma suddenly wasn't all that unbearable anymore.

Thus, he released his nose, and was suddenly struck by the feeling that this aroma was rather alluring. He turned to Yabemiya, and said, "I'll also get a stinky tofu."

Everyone's stinky tofu dishes were quickly brought out, and Harrison picked up a piece with his chopsticks before placing it in his own mouth. The hot and spicy juices splattered all over his tongue as he bit down onto the piece of tofu, and his face immediately became flushed again as he opened his mouth and panted urgently. The flabby rolls all over his body were trembling, but he simply couldn't bear to spit out the delicious stinky tofu in his mouth, and tears were beginning to well up in his eyes.

A delicious flavor spread through Harrison's entire mouth, but tears were streaming down his face as he murmured to himself, "You've ruined me, Boss Mag!"

Another burst of raucous laughter rang out in the entire restaurant.

As for the other customers who'd ordered stinky tofu, they had mentally prepared themselves for what was to come, but when their dishes were first brought to them, they were still dealt heavy blows by its overwhelming distinctive aroma. Many of them even sprang out of their chairs in an instinctive reaction. However, after tasting the dishes for themselves, they were completely won over by its captivating flavor.

Following the conclusion of the breakfast service, Mag went upstairs and changed out of his chef's suit, then turned to Yabemiya and the others, who were cleaning up the restaurant, and said, "I'm going out for a bit. The restaurant needs to expand, and I have to hire a new employee."

After that, he pushed his bicycle out the door.

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 862 Er.. I Don't Need One With A Huge Chest I Prefer Flat Chested Ones

"System, you said that after reaching level four, I can expand the restaurant for free; what does this expansion entail? Also, how much money is required for me to upgrade to level four?"

"After being upgraded to level four, the system will help you expand the restaurant from an 18-table capacity to a 36-table capacity, which means you'll be able to serve a maximum of 144 customers at once. The area of the kitchen will also be expanded by twofold. Upgrading to level four only requires 50,000,000 spending points; you currently have 5,521,250 spending points, so you're missing 44,478,750 spending points," the system replied with a smile in its voice.

"What kind of restaurant require 50,000,000 to construct?" Mag raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. Even though spending points weren't the same as real money, he was still quite displeased to hear this.

Of course, his displeasure simply stemmed from his poverty.

At present, the restaurant earned him around 1,000,000 copper coins of pure profit per day. Even so, he'd still only been able to save up around 50,000,000, so the system was clearly planning to completely rob him clean in one go.

"Strength, how much does a strength point cost now?" Mag asked.

"At present, one strength point costs 25,000,000, and the next one will cost 40,000,000 copper coins," the system replied in an enthusiastic manner.

Mag raised an eyebrow before demanding, "Sell me the two strength points for 50,000,000 and waive the construction fee for the restaurant expansion as well. If you don't like that price, I'll just construct everything myself."

"Do you know how much effort and resources are expended to calculate the amount of energy and angle of each lightning strike? On top of that, each successive strength point requires several times the expenditure of the previous strength point; the price I'm offering you is already the cost price, yet you're still trying to barter with me! Do you not have conscience?!" the system wailed in an indignant manner.

"So you are selling or not?" Mag rolled his eyes in a nonchalant manner.

"No way!" the system replied in a firm voice.

"Alright then, looks like I'll have to find a construction team first. It's going to be a little slow, but it shouldn't coast me all that much," Mag murmured to himself before suddenly noticing a carpenter's workshop nearby, so he began to ride his bicycle toward it.

"Don't do that! Everything is negotiable! If you look for someone else, they won't be able to do anywhere near as good a job as the system can, and they'll take far longer to do it as well. On top of that, their materials can't compare with the materials used by the system. Who else in Chaos City is going to get you wood from a 1000-year-old tree in the Wind Forest? If there's a mismatch in the construction style, the restaurant will look hideous!" The system hurriedly tried to dissuade Mag from hiring alternative labor.

"That's alright, I can just get rid of all of the existing tables and chairs, then make sure that the new batch is all completely uniform," Mag said as a hint of a smile appeared on his face.

"Can you add a bit more to the price?" the system asked in a feeble voice.

"Alright, considering it's indeed true that you do use good materials, I'll throw in an extra 100 copper coins," Mag said as he parked his bicycle in front of the carpenter's workshop, and then threatened, "If you don't agree to that, I'm going in right away."

"Deal!" the system spat through gritted teeth.

"Good." Mag smile widened as he turned around and rode his bicycle onward.

50,000,000 copper coins was quite a hefty amount for him, but if that could allow him to attain the body of a 6th-tier knight, then it was well worth the price.

On top of that, it was also very important for him to upgrade the restaurant so he could earn money more quickly. Only through earning more money could he purchase more strength points.

It would take a long time before he could begin to profit from the steam engine, and Gloria's clothing shop was only in its infancy. As such, the restaurant was currently his main source of income, and the ice cream shop was also an important addition to that.

After parking his bicycle outside Find All Job-finding Service, Mag slowly walked into the building.

Crease was just in the process of speaking to his employees when he suddenly looked up and caught sight of Mag. He murmured to himself, "Why is he here?"

However, he still sent his employees away, and then put on a warm smile as he greeted, "Welcome, Boss Mag; are you here to hire another server?"

Mag had visited him on two previous occasions, but stood him up and found waitresses elsewhere on both instances, thereby completely wasting his time. As such, he didn't really want to deal with Mag.

"That's right, Boss Crease; I want to hire another waitress, one that's beautiful, quick on her feet, clever, and doesn't demand high wages. Do you have anyone like that?" Mag asked with a smile.

"If I found someone like that, I'd keep them for myself." Crease rolled his eyes in response. If it weren't for the fact Mamy Restaurant was currently extremely popular in the Aden Square, he would've definitely thought that Mag had come here to prank him.

How could anyone possibly satisfy all of those criteria?

Mag wasn't irked by his response, and he continued, "I heard that many elves have come to Chaos City recently; the city lord's castle will be helping them with employment options, right?"

"Do you want to hire an elf, Boss Mag?" Crease asked with furrowed brows. Their job-finding service did indeed receive an invitation from the city lord's castle recently.

"That's right. I can pay you twice the normal fee, but I have some requirements that must be satisfied," Mag replied as he nodded with a smile.

Crease's eyes immediately lit up upon hearing this, and he hurriedly prompted, "Go ahead and state your requirements, Boss Mag; I'll go to the city lord's castle to source some candidates for you right away."

Mag thought about it for a moment before replying, "I want a waitress that's around 15 to 16 years old, and quite good looking. Er I don't need one with a huge chest, I prefer flat-chested ones Aside from that, I want someone who's more docile and isn't too rowdy. That'll be all. As for wages, I can offer 1,500 copper coins per month, and aside from undertaking waitress duties, she also has to babysit for me from time to time."

"Haha, I get it. You want someone docile and obedient, eh? I didn't think you were grooming girls from a young age, Boss Mag," Crease said with a knowing smile.

"I don't understand what you're saying, Boss Crease; all I want is to hire a good server." Mag shrugged in a resigned manner. He was only doing his best to give a description of Firis' traits.

Crease pulled a contract out of a nearby drawer, and then scribbled something on it before handing it over to Mag. "Please sign here, Boss. Also, we recently introduced a new rule, which requires 10% of the fee to be issued in advance. If you're willing to pay double the normal fee, then 10% of that will be a deposit of 300 copper coins. We'll recommend candidates to you until you find one you're happy with."

"Alright, I hope to hear back from you as soon as possible, Boss Crease." Mag quickly signed the contract before handing over the deposit.

"I'll go to the city lord's castle right away. I'll definitely find one that you'll like, and then take her to you in person for inspection." Crease put away the contract and the deposit before accompanying Mag out the door with a wide smile on his face.

After Mag's departure, Crease immediately got onto a horse-drawn carriage with one of his employees, and the two of them headed straight to the city lord's castle.

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 863 What's The Point Of All This Unnecessary Rambling?

On an empty plot of land in front of the city lord's castle, a series of tables had been arranged. Sitting behind these tables were people from employment centers as well as those who were looking to hire new employees. All of them were waiting for the arrival of the elves who were seeking employment.

During this recent period, the elven population in Chaos City had been rapidly increasing, but a large proportion of them were children and elderly elves, while just a small proportion were in their prime.

However, elves had extremely long lifespan, so given their polite mannerism and graceful demeanor, even elderly elves were quite popular with employers.

Under normal circ.u.mstances, wages for elven employees were quite high, but due to the fact that these elves were trying to find employment as quickly as possible so they could settle permanently in Chaos City, the wages offered were going to be slightly lower than usual, and that was something that the city lord's castle had accepted to be inevitable.

After all, these elves had only just arrived at Chaos City, and employers had to spend time and effort to train them before they could succeed in their roles.

There were many elves going from table to table, trying to find a job that was suitable for themselves, and then conversing in greater depth with the employers and the personnel from employment centers.

This employment convention was being held by the city lord's castle, so it was guaranteed that there were no traps waiting for these elves. After all, no matter how unscrupulous a business was, they wouldn't dare to risk offending the city lord's castle.

Most of the elves wore wide smiles on their faces as they prepared to begin a brand new chapter of their lives in this city.

To most of them, a job was something that was completely new and intriguing. In the past, they were one with nature, foraging for fruits and nuts as food while living inside trees.

However, here in Chaos City, there were no fruits and nuts for them to pick, nor any tree hollows for them to live in. If they wanted to live here, they had to find jobs, and then exchange their labor for income so they could purchase necessities like clothes and food.

This was a brand new way of life. At the very least, that was what Firis thought. She had lived her entire life in the Wind Forest, and as she cast her gaze over the employment information being displayed around her, she discovered that many of the jobs being offered were simply incomprehensible to her. These jobs included things like cleaning up storefronts, serving customers All of them were completely alien, and she couldn't bring herself to be interested in them.

Many of the employers had set their sights on Firis. A young and beautiful elf like her was very popular, and there weren't many of them present during this convention.

She was a little thin and looked somewhat frail, but she would be perfect as a pretty face hired as a front desk attendant.

Many of the employers were already racking their brains, trying to think of conditions that they could offer that would make them stand out among all of the other employers present.

What kind of job will allow me to pass his test? Firis thought to herself with her brows furrowed. All she wanted to do was to pass Alex's test as quickly as possible, and then look after the young mistress to the best of her ability and await the day when she would be reunited with the princess.

"Hmm?" Crease had been sitting around for two hours, and only signed up two elderly elves during this process. However, his eyes immediately lit up at the sight of Firis.

She was around 15 to 16 years of age and quite beautiful in appearance. She seemed to be the quiet and docile type, and most importantly, her chest was flat!

Perfect! She's perfect! She satisfies all of Mag's criteria!

Crease immediately rose to his feet before quickly making his way over to Firis, stopping her in her tracks with a smile on his face as he said, "Hello there, I am the owner of the Find All Job-finding Service, and I have a job that's perfect for you; would you be interested?"

Shameless!

All of the employers who had set their sights on Firis were rather annoyed to see this. Some of them were even making their way toward her, getting ready to pounce as soon as she turned down Crease's offer. If they were to miss out on her, who knew when the next one would come along? A young and beautiful elf like her was perfect for countless workplaces.

"A job that's perfect for me?" Firis repeated with a curious look on her face. She didn't even know what kind of job was suitable for herself, so how did this man know what type of job was perfect for her?

"Don't buy his nonsense! He doesn't know anything about, yet he's already making empty promises; he's clearly not trustworthy! I have a job here that is truly perfect for you," a portly employer said in an urgent manner.

Everyone else also tried to get a word in, and all of them began to bicker loudly around Firis.

"Don't be too quick to make your decision; listen to what the jobs they're offering entail, then make an informed decision. No one can force you to do anything against your will here," an employee from the city lord's castle who was supervising the convention reminded.

Firis hurriedly nodded in response. She had been given quite a fright by all of these employers flocking to her at once. She had been concerned that no one would want her, but it appeared that she was very much a hot commodity. After taking a deep breath to compose herself, she turned to Crease, and said, "You still haven't told me what job you have that's perfect for me."

"You've heard of Mamy Restaurant, right? It's the most renowned restaurant in Chaos City! The owner of the restaurant has just returned from King Andre's royal birthday banquet, and received the best dish award there. He's by far the best chef in Chaos City, and not only does he possess superb cooking skills, he's also very young and handsome. Even the city lord himself as visited his restaurant on many occasions, and" Crease began to deliver a long-winded spiel about the glorious past of Mag and Mamy Restaurant.

"How about you tell us what kind of job the owner of Mamy Restaurant is offering, and what's the monthly wage he's willing to pay? What's the point of all this unnecessary rambling?" another employer asked as he pursed his lips.

"Ahem" Crease cleared his throat in a slightly awkward manner; he was feeling rather fl.u.s.tered at the sight of all of these competitors. If his conditions didn't prove to be alluring enough to Firis, then these employers would immediately swoop in to take her from him. However, 1,500 copper coins was simply far too low of a monthly wage for him to be able to announce it with confidence.

After taking a glance at the competing employers and the city lord's castle employee nearby, Crease continued, "This exceptionally talented chef and restaurant owner is currently looking for a waitress to work at his restaurant, which is just as exceptional as he is. If you were to work there, you'd surely also become exceptional, and on top of that, you get three free staff meals per day cooked by Boss Mag. To be able to enjoy such delicious foods as a part of your job would be"

"Cut the chit-chat! Just tell us the monthly wage that he's offering!" another employer urged in an impatient manner.

Firis was also looking at Crease intently, awaiting a response to this question. She didn't have much a concept of money, but the employees of the chaos city had given them a detailed introduction of what money was, as well as what it could be used for. It was next to impossible to live in Chaos City without money, so the more money one had, the better.

Looking around at everyone's intense eyes, Crease wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in there. As opposed to continuing with his pointless rambling, he mustered up his courage, and summarized, "You'll be getting 1,500 copper coins a month, and that includes food and accommodation. On top of that, you'll occasionally have to babysit for the owner, who has a half-elf daughter around four to five years old."

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 864 Boss Mag I've Got The One You're Looking For

"Heh, 1,500 copper coins? Our shop is hiring a front desk attendant, and we're offering 5,000 copper coins a month. Workdays are from nine to five with weekends off, and the work is very easy. All you have to do is sit behind the front desk, and food and accommodation are also included."

"Being a restaurant waitress is a super tiring job. Not only do you have to carry out food for customers, you have to wash dishes, wipe the floor, and clean up the restaurant, You'll be standing for the entire day, and you won't even get a chance to catch your breath. Why don't you come to our company as a spokesperson? All you have to do is help display our new products once a week, and you'll get 6,000 copper coins per month. You can do whatever you want with the rest of your time."

"Our boss needs a secretary, and he's offering 15,000 copper coins a month. You eat whatever he eats, and you live wherever he lives. This job is way better than anything else these people have to offer!"

Everyone began to bicker once again while throwing the occasional insult at Crease. It was downright delusional to think that one could hire a young and beautiful elf for just 1,500 copper coins a month.

Crease heaved a faint internal sigh upon seeing this. The conditions being offered were quite alluring even to him, and in comparison, working for 1,500 copper coins per month was a completely unattractive option. Thankfully, he'd already taken that deposit of 300 copper coins from Mag, and he certainly wasn't going to return that.

However, much to his surprise, Firis ignored everyone else and stared directly at Crease as she asked, "Did you just say that I'll have to look after the owner's four-year-old half-elf daughter from time to time?"

At this point, Crease had already given up hope, but he immediately looked up as if he'd been thrown a lifeline upon hearing this. "Well If you're really against babysitting, I can discuss this matter with Boss Mag"

"This restaurant owner is a tyrant! Not only is he offering such low wages, he's also going to force you to babysit for him in your spare time. You'll definitely regret working for someone like him!" a fat employer urged in a heartfelt manner.

Everyone else also chimed in in agreement. With the conditions being offered, even a normal middle-aged woman would most likely turn down the job, let alone a young and beautiful elf.

However, Firis nodded in a determined manner, and said, "Alright, I'll take this job."

"Huh? What did you just say?" Crease was struggling to believe his ears.

Everyone else also immediately fell silent as they stared at Firis with incredulity in their eyes.

"I think you're right; this job is indeed perfect for me," Firis said with a serious look on her face.

Do you want to reconsider? Crease almost blurted that out in a reflexive response. All of the other jobs being offered were far better than working as a restaurant waitress for 1,500 copper coins a month.

However, as a seasoned businessman, Crease was able to immediately cast aside that irrational train of thought as he opened up a path among the stunned employers, then pointed at a nearby stall, and said, "Right this way, please. We'll sign a contract, and I'll take you to the restaurant soon."

"Alright." Firis nodded before following along behind Crease obediently.

"Was Was she dropped on her head as a baby? She's giving up on 15,000 copper coins a month to become a restaurant server and a part-time babysitter?"

"That job should be her last choice! Are these elves really just naive or plain stupid?"

All of the employers looked on with flabbergasted expressions as Firis departed with Crease. They suddenly felt as if they didn't understand this world anymore. However, the city lord's castle had stipulated that the elven job-seekers were free to make their own decisions, and no one could force them into accepting jobs against their will, so they couldn't do anything.

"You don't know anything! This is Mamy Restaurant we're talking about here, and their servers get to have their fill of all types of delicious food every day. If we were to convert these free meals into money, she'd at least be getting 30,000 copper coins a month! In my opinion, she's far smarter than all of you!" a young man said with pursed lips as he passed through the area.

"30,000 copper coins' worth of free meals a month?" Everyone drew a sharp breath upon hearing this before falling completely silent. They all cast a final wistful glance at Firis before returning to their tables, waiting for the next suitable candidate to turn up.

After signing a contract with Firis, Crease was very afraid that she'd suddenly change her mind, or that other employers would swoop in to try and steal her away. As such, he immediately departed from the city lord's castle and headed toward Mamy Restaurant with her.

"Can I ask what the restaurant owner's daughter is like?" Firis asked in a quiet voice after they got onto a horse-drawn carriage together.

Crease thought back to the little girl who had coined for him the nickname "Mr. Nest", and his lips twitched in a rather awkward manner. However, he disguised this reaction with a smile as he replied, "She's a super adorable little girl."

Firis smiled and nodded upon hearing this.

She didn't think that she'd be able to find a job where she could look after a half-elf little girl. The monthly wage seemed to be slightly low, but food and accommodation were included, so that wasn't overly important to her. The most important thing to her was whether this job would allow her to pass Alex's test.

It should be fine, right? Firis thought to herself with anticipation and uneasiness in her heart. She had never looked after a small child before, so she had no experience whatsoever.

When Crease arrived at Mamy Restaurant with Firis in accompaniment, Mag just so happened to also be walking out of the neighboring forge with a contract in his hands. He'd already rented all three of Mobai's vacant storefronts, and was charged only 3,000,000 copper coins for 10 years, so he'd received a sizeable friendship discount.

"Boss Mag, I've got the one you're looking for!" Crease immediately yelled as soon as he caught sight of Mag after disembarking from the horse-drawn carriage.

"You're quite efficient this time, Boss Crease." Mag glanced at Firis, who had just emerged from the horse-drawn carriage as well, and a smile appeared on his face, but he quickly turned his attention back to Crease.

Is he the restaurant owner? From what I heard earlier, he also seems to be a really good chef, but he looks so young, and those eyes They seem familiar to me somehow Firis was carefully appraising Mag with a curious look in her eyes. A young and handsome man like him didn't seem to belong in a kitchen, and what especially drew her attention was his eyes. Those familiar eyes harbored within them a gentle light, but he was sure that this was the first time she'd ever met this man.

"Of course! Your request is my top priority, Boss Mag. This is Miss Firis, and she would like to apply for the role of waitress at your restaurant. Would you like to speak with her?" Crease gave Mag a quick knowing wink as he spoke.

"Alright, please come in." Mag nodded with a smile before making his way over to the restaurant doors and pushing them open.

"Come in, Miss Firis," Crease called out as he entered the restaurant behind Mag.

"Alright." Firis nodded in response. The slab of floor-to-ceiling glass had her feeling slightly awestruck, and the crisp tinkling of a bell rang out as she opened the door. She was then greeted by the sight of a beautiful restaurant with refined decor and a soothing atmosphere. The wooden furniture was quite warm and welcoming, art pieces on the walls were spectacular to behold, and every single ornament matched the rest of the restaurant to perfection.

"Please take a seat."

Mag's voice cut short Firis' slight stupor, and she turned around to look into Mag's eyes. He was holding two glasses of water, and those gentle eyes of his seemed to possess a unique allure that drew in the onlooker.

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 865 Congratulations You've Been Hired

Firis faltered momentarily before returning to her senses, and she immediately turned her gaze away as a faint blush appeared on her face before she sat down next to Crease.

Mag placed a glass of water down before both Crease and Firis, then sat down across from Firis as he smiled, and asked, "Miss Firis, is that correct?"

"Yes," Firis replied in a quiet voice as she stared into the glass of water before her, not daring to look into Mag's eyes.

Mag was feeling rather amused as the current timid and nervous Firis seemed to be a completely different person compared to the young woman who was threatening to jump down from his griffin the day before. With that in mind, he smiled, and said, "I am the owner of Mamy Restaurant, Mag. Seeing as Boss Crease brought you over to see me, I'm sure you've already developed a certain level of understanding in regards to our restaurant. However, what I want to do now is to test your abilities."

"Alright." Firis nodded as she wrung her hands together in a reflexive manner. She had thought that she'd be able to get to work right away, but who would've thought that the owner was going to test her? If she were to fail the test, then she wouldn't be able to get this job.

Crease became a little fl.u.s.tered upon hearing this. He felt as if he'd virtually swindled Firis into coming with him, yet Mag was going to test her rather than hire her right away? That was ridiculous! As such, he hurriedly said, "Boss Mag, Miss Firis is an extremely smart and clever girl, and you're only offering 1,500 copper coins as a monthly wage, so we can just skip the test, can't we?"

"This a rule of the restaurant, and it's something I refuse to compromise on. My restaurant doesn't need a pretty face; I need a waitress who can truly offer a useful skill set," Mag replied with a serious look on his face.

Crease's eyes widened upon hearing this. Was this the same man who had come to him this morning and asked him to find a timid flat-chested girl whom he could groom from a young age?

In contrast, Firis' eyes lit up upon hearing this. She didn't want to just be a pretty face, and she was even more averse to earning unscrupulous income by selling her appearance and body. As such, Mag's words were interpreted by her as a gesture of respect. Even though the monthly wage being offered was only 1,500 copper coins, this was still not a job that was open to anyone. As such, she looked up at Mag with a serious expression, and said, "Please begin your test."

"What do you think you'll be responsible for in this restaurant, and what skills do you have that will allow you to succeed in this role?" Mag asked in a serious manner.

Hiring Firis was Mag's way of fulfilling the promise of looking after Firis that he had made to Irina, but he didn't want to hire a useless pretty face for the restaurant. After all, if all he wanted were pretty faces, Sally and Miya were already exceptional at that role. He wanted to give her an opportunity, not a free job.

As for why he decided to use Crease as a middleman, that was because he didn't want Firis to know that he was Alex.

A secret could only be well-kept if the least number of people possible knew about it. The more people were aware of a secret, the higher the likelihood that it would spread, and in that case, the secret would cease to be a secret.

"What are my responsibilities?" A contemplative look appeared on Firis' face. She looked around at the entire restaurant to find that it was spotlessly clean, even in the most hard-to-reach areas, so they clearly weren't lacking a cleaner.

As for serving customers, she didn't think that she'd have the courage nor the ability to do so. After all, she found it difficult to even utter coherent sentences when meeting strangers for the first time.

In the end, she cast her gaze toward the kitchen, and her eyes lit up with confidence. She turned back to Mag, and said, "I can help out in the kitchen; I'm one of the top five best chefs in the Wind Forest."

"Top five?" A hint of surprise appeared on Mag's face.

"Top five!" Crease also exclaimed as he stared at Firis as if she were some kind of prized treasure. A thought suddenly occurred to him as he smiled, and said, "Boss Mag, if you don't think she's suitable for this job, then I can leave with Miss Firis right now. I'll be sure to find another suitable candidate for you. If you want, I can even return the 300 copper coins that you issued to me as a deposit."

One of the top five chefs of the Wind Forest could easily become the head chef of any restaurant in Chaos City!

In particular, if he could introduce such an exceptional elf to a restaurant that served elven cuisine, he'd be able to at least receive 10,000 copper coins for his efforts.

He was already beginning to regret not learning about this from Firis on the way here.

"Don't be in such a hurry, Boss Crease. I'll only be able to determine whether she's suitable or not after the test. My restaurant just so happens to be missing an assistant chef, so if Miss Firis really is an exceptional chef, she'd be perfect for my restaurant," Mag said with a smile. He could naturally see exactly what Crease was thinking.

Thus, he rose to his feet and made his way over to the kitchen as he said, "Please show me what you can do, Miss Firis."

Firis also stood up before walking over to the entrance of the kitchen behind Mag. There, she was greeted by the sight of a bright and clean kitchen with cooking utensils of all different shapes and sizes. In particular, there was a thick and sturdy rectangular chef's knife that was extremely eye-catching, and she couldn't help but gawk in amazement.

A chef paid a lot of attention to their kitchen, and she was very pleased with her own kitchen as it contained the most complete set of kitchenware out of any kitchen in the entire Wind Forest.

However, compared to Mag's kitchen, her kitchen was nothing. She couldn't even decipher the function of most of the knives hanging from the walls.

Mag pulled a potato out of the fridge before placing it onto a nearby chopping board, then turned to Firis, and said, "Choose a knife for yourself, then chop this potato into rice-sized cubes. The more uniform the shapes and sizes of the pieces, the better."

"Rice-sized pieces?" Firis looked at the potato with a confident expression on her face. She slowly made her way over to Mag's large collection of knives and hesitated for a long while before choosing that thick and maladroit chef's knife that had caught her eye earlier.

Quite frankly, this knife looked a little ugly and archaic, but it seemed to possess some kind of magical power that made it impossible for her to ignore it. Even though there were prettier and lighter knives all around it, she was still drawn to that one knife in the end.

The knife was slightly cool to the touch, and it was around twice as heavy as a normal chef's knife. However, it was also very balanced, so she didn't feel like its extra weight was a burden.

She's got a good eye. Mag was rather surprised that Firis had chosen the Chinese chef's knife.

After that, Firis made her way over to the chopping board and gently raised a hand. The potato on the chopping board flew into the air, and Firis slashed the knife in her hand over it in a series of rapid strokes, peeling off strips of skin that were carrying virtually no trace of potato at all.

"That's amazing!" Crease was absolutely flabbergasted upon seeing this.

The potato, which was peeled in the blink of an eye, fell back onto the chopping board. Firis raised the knife before bringing it down again, and the knife transformed into a blur, thudding onto the chopping board in a rapid yet consistent rhythm that was very pleasing to the ears.

The pleasant rhythmic thudding then suddenly ceased, and Firis put down the knife before taking two steps backward, leaving a pile of potato cubes on the chopping board. The pieces of potato were all of the bright golden color and virtually completely identical in shape and size.

"Congratulations, you've been hired," Mag said with a completely genuine smile. He'd found himself a treasure!

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 866 I Heard You're A Very Famous Chef

"Really?" Firis stared at Mag with a hint of shock and elation on her face. She had thought that she'd have to undergo many tests, but who would've thought that Mag would make such an announcement after only asking her to chop up a potato? This surprise came far too abruptly to her, and she was struggling to come to terms with it.

"That's right. You can start working tomorrow. If you'd like, you can stay at the restaurant during the lunch service and familiarize yourself with the environment here. I'll write up a contract for you, and you'll be undertaking a three-month probation period, following which you'll become an official employee and enjoy all of the benefits available to the other official employees," Mag said with a smile and a nod. Not taking into account anything else, just Firis' cutting skills alone made it a no-brainer for him to hire her.

"" Crease was appraising Firis with a complex expression. He felt as if he'd picked up a gold nugget, and then sold it for a cabbage.

This young woman was way too stupid! She was selling herself for 1,500 copper coins per month, and she looked so happy during the process; this was downright incredible to him.

However, seeing as the two of them had already arrived at an agreement and Mag had issued the deposit, Crease certainly wasn't going to do something out of line just to try and maximize his profits. As such, he rose to his feet, and said, "Looks like you're very pleased with Miss Firis, Mr. Mag. In that case, I wish you good luck in all your future endeavors. I'll be going back now."

"Thank you, Boss Crease; you've found the perfect new employee for me. Please wait for a moment, I'll issue the rest of the fee right away." Mag made his way over to the counter before quickly returning with a small bag of coins.

Crease counted the coins to verify that there were 2,700 in the bag, and his smile also became a lot more genuine. He had earned 3,000 copper coins in less than half a day, and even though it certainly wasn't a big deal, he did enjoy jobs with such quick turnover. As such, he put away the bag, and nodded at Mag as he said, "Thank you for your prompt payment, Boss Mag; I look forward to working with you again next time."

"If I ever need to hire new employees in the future, I'll be sure to come and find you," Mag replied with a nod and a smile. 3,000 copper coins was a rather hefty amount to hire a middle-man, especially when Mag had basically done everything aside from blatantly telling Crease who was the person that he wanted. However, everything turned out to be worth it in the end, and Firis turned out to be a surprise package that was well worth the investment.

Of course, the benefit of using Crease as a middleman was that it saved him a lot of trouble. At the very least, it wasn't that easy for others to become suspicious of him now.

After seeing off Crease, Mag returned to the restaurant and began to carefully appraise Firis.

She appeared to still be only around 14 to 15 years old, and she had a pair of beautiful eyes set on a slightly round face. Her hair had been organized into a little bun on the top of her head, giving her a pure and cute appearance. She was currently sitting behind the table, holding her glass of water with both hands with her back ramrod straight, appearing as if she were very nervous and uneasy.

In reality, she was indeed feeling quite anxious. Ever since she'd been born, she'd never been alone with an unfamiliar man in an enclosed space.

Irina's wise words were constantly echoing through her mind, telling her that no matter what excuse a man used to try and get her alone with him, she had to refuse. If that didn't work, she would have to resort to kicking him between the legs, and then quickly running away. This was because most men had impure intentions when approaching women.

Firis could refuse to believe anyone else, but she trusted Irina unconditionally with all her heart.

With that in mind, Firis was becoming even more nervous. She could sense that Mag was carefully appraising her, and through the distorted image that she could see in her glass of water, it appeared that he wasn't standing very far away from her. Could it be that following Crease's departure, Mag was going to cast aside all pretenses and show her his true colors?

Even though she wasn't a powerful magic caster and most of the spells she knew were more geared toward assisting others, she was still a 5th-tier magic caster, so she'd be able to take care of a normal human with no issues whatsoever. After taking a quick glance at the wand hanging from her waist, Firis was feeling slightly less anxious.

Just as these thoughts were racing through Firis' mind, Mag suddenly said, "You can feel free to have a look around the restaurant; there's no need to be so tense. If you find this place boring, you can also go back after you sign the contract, and then just come back tomorrow morning before 7:30 am."

Firis' train of thought was immediately cut off by Mag's words, and she looked up to find Mag appraising her with a pair of bright and gentle eyes. The princess had told her no one could lie with their eyes, so perhaps he wasn't a bad person, after all.

Mag was rather amused by Firis' timid display. In essence, she was a sheltered young woman who had only interacted with a very select group of people in her life, so there were many things that she had to learn. As such, Mag smiled, and continued, "I may be the owner of the restaurant, but I hope you can treat me as a friend. That way, we'll both be more comfortable. There are also three other waitresses that work here, and I hope you can get along with them as well."

Firis stared into Mag's eyes for a while, and for some reason, her cheeks were beginning to feel a little hot again, so she quickly nodded in response before averting her gaze.

However, as Mag turned toward the counter, Firis was struck by a sense of familiarity again as she caught sight of his profile from behind. From this angle, he looked so much like the man sitting on the griffin a few days ago.

No, there's no way that he'd become a chef, so they can't be the same person. Firis quickly shook her head to rid herself of that ridiculous thought.

Mag pulled out a pen as well as a contract that he'd already prepared earlier, and he placed both of them before Firis as he said, "This is the contract; you can read over it to see if there are any concerns you want to raise."

Firis picked up the contract before looking at it carefully. She was quite sheltered and timid, but she certainly wasn't stupid.

Food and accommodation were included, but she had to do her job diligently every day; as for the monthly wage A hint of surprise suddenly appeared on Firis' face upon reading this section of the contract, and she looked up at Mag as she asked, "Did you put the wrong number here?"

"3,500 copper coins is your probationary monthly wage, and after you pass your three-month probation period, there's a chance that you could receive a further pay rise. I've decided on this monthly wage based on your level of ability," Mag explained with a smile. Setting aside everything else, his conscience simply wouldn't allow him to offer a measly 1,500 copper coins a month to an employee with such exceptional cutting skills.

"Thank you," Firis said in a grateful manner, and she was truly beginning to look forward to starting her job. After carefully reading through the contract, she signed it to seal the deal.

"I welcome you as the newest staff member of Mamy Restaurant. I'm going to prepare the ingredients that we'll be requiring for the lunch service now; you can do as you please in the meantime," Mag said as he picked up the contract.

Firis mustered up her courage before looking up at Mag as she said, "Can I watch you cook? I heard you're a very famous chef."

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 867 But Her Chest Is So Small

"Of course." Mag nodded in response. He had been truly stunned after seeing Firis' talent. She was the first person he'd seen with cutting skills that weren't inferior to his, and the fact was that she'd honed these skills without a test field for the God of Cookery like he had, so she was a far more talented chef than he was.

After all, even with the experience the system had passed onto him, it had still taken him many dozens of days of wholehearted practice in the test field for the God of Cookery to attain these cutting skills.

Of course, Mag was more curious about Firis' cooking skills. She had said that she was one of the five best chefs of the Wind Forests, but did elves even cook?

Didn't their diet consist entirely of fruits and nuts? In any case, Mag was feeling slightly skeptical.

Now that more and more customers were coming to the restaurant, and expansion was imminent, Mag would most likely struggle to keep up on his own. If he could have an assistant chef that could share some of the burden, even if it were just to prepare the ingredients, he'd most definitely be able to work a lot more efficiently.

Anna possessed decent aptitude, and she could be a great helper in the future, but she was only a small child at the moment, so Mag certainly wasn't going to ask her to help him in the kitchen during the services.

After going out this morning, Mag was already on a slightly tight schedule, so he paid no further heed to Firis, throwing on an apron before pulling out ingredients from the fridge to prepare for the lunch service.

Firis stood at the entrance of the kitchen, watching as Mag used the rather strange-looking chef's knife in an expert manner. A rhythmic tapping soon rang out from the chopping board, and all of the ingredients were cut into extremely uniform shapes and sizes, just as if Mag were a machine rather than a human.

That's amazing! He's not using any magic at all, yet even though he's a little slower than me, all of his cuts are so incredibly accurate; it's almost impossible to believe someone could be capable of such incredible precision. Firis' mouth gradually grew open. She had always been extremely confident in her own painstakingly honed cooking skills, but she was still very amazed by Mag's exemplary cutting skills.

Time flew by quickly, and Firis looked on in a completely entranced manner, not just because of Mag's cutting skills, but also the innovative ways in which he cut his ingredients. Many of the ingredients were cut into shapes and sizes that others would never even consider. For example, why was he cutting potatoes into rice grain-sized pieces? Firis was quite curious and intrigued.

After placing the final portion of diced potatoes on a plate off to the side, he set his chef's knife aside and flexed his slightly sore wrist. Even though he was doing this every day, it still wasn't an easy task.

Right at this moment, Amy's mellow voice suddenly sounded outside. "Father, I'm back!"

This was followed by a burst of knocking on the door.

"Coming!" A smile appeared on Mag's face as he wiped his hands clean before quickly making his way over to the door.

Ugly Duckling was sleeping on the counter, and it also suddenly opened its eyes before slowly sliding down onto the ground along the side of the counter, and then rushing over to the door behind Mag.

Is that his daughter, the little half-elf girl? Firis also cast her gaze toward the door with a nervous look on her face. She had never interacted with a small child before, but she had to grow accustomed to and become good at it. Only then could she have the courage and confidence to stand before Alex and request to look after the young mistress again.

According to Crease, the restaurant owner's daughter was around four to five years old, so she was similar in age to the young mistress. If she could look after the owner's daughter well, then she'd also be able to succeed in looking after the young mistress.

With that in mind, Firis forced a smile onto her face to try and make herself appear more benevolent and approachable.

As soon as the door was opened, a little girl immediately rushed in. She wore a little purple dress and had delicate porcelain-like skin. Her pointy little ears were almost completely transparent, and her large blue eyes were like vast ocean. Her silver hair had been arranged into a pair of pretty little braids, and she wore a wide smile on her face as she dove into Mag's arms.

Blue eyes, silver hair, and she looks so much like the princess; even the way that she smiles looks so much like the princess! How How is this possible? Firis looked on at Amy with incredulity in her eyes as the latter was scooped up into Mag's arms.

"Huh?" Amy also caught sight of Firis at this moment, and a curious look appeared on her face as she asked, "Father, who's this big sister?"

"This is Big Sister Firis. From today onward, she's also going to be working at our restaurant," Mag explained with a smile.

"Hello, Big Sister Firis, I'm Amy," Amy said with a vibrant smile on her face.

"H Hello, Amy." Firis was suddenly afflicted by a slightly dry throat. She was telling herself over and over again that there was no way Amy could be the young mistress, but still couldn't help but draw comparisons between her and the princess.

If there were one person who knew Irina best, then it was her, not Alex. She had envisioned what the young mistress would look like many times in her heart based on Irina's appearance, and Amy was almost a perfect match for her mental image.

It was just that there was no way Alex could be the owner of this restaurant. Mag's cutting skills had already displayed to her that he was an extremely seasoned chef as there was no way those cutting skills could be developed without many years of practice.

Furthermore, the princess had told her in the past that Alex was completely useless when it came to cooking, so she had to cook for them all the time, and Alex was apparently a big fan of her food.

Thinking back to the princess's cooking skills Firis could roughly imagine just how horrendous Alex's cooking skills had to be.

"Big Sister Firis is so beautiful," Amy exclaimed before shifting her gaze downward, upon which she shook her head, and sighed. "But her chest is so small; it looks about the same as mine."

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After receiving this figurative stab to the heart, Firis's conflicted emotions were suddenly cleared away. A hint of indignation and resignation appeared in her eyes as she suddenly noticed that Amy spoke in an extremely similar manner to the princess as well. However, she simply couldn't bring herself to be angry at the sight of Amy's adorable little face.

"It's alright," Amy consoled. "Even though you won't be growing anymore, Big Sister Miya says I can still grow bigger."

"" Firis felt as if she were choking on a mouthful of her own blood.

Even though she was used to receiving such verbal abuse from Princess Irina, the fact that these words were being spoken by such an adorable little girl somehow made them hurt even more.

"It's alright, Big Sister Babla says that women have to live for themselves and not care about what other people think," Amy consoled before murmuring in a low voice, "But then again, she's also very small as well."

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 868 She Also Cooked Her Rice Using The Spring Of Life..

What is this familiar throbbing pain in my heart? Firis sniffled as she thought to herself. It had been a rather disconcerting experience not to hear the princess' scathing criticism over the past few days, but who would've thought that she'd encounter a little girl who could fill in that role instead? Even as she was saying such hurtful things, her bright blue eyes were completely clear and innocent, so Firis simply couldn't bring herself to resent this little girl.

It was just like when she was with the princess; she was simply far too beautiful for anyone to stay mad at her for long.

On top of that, they both spoke in such a matter-of-fact manner as if they were merely stating facts rather than delivering malicious insults, and that only made it more difficult for Firis to be mad at them.

She resembles the princess so strongly; even their mannerisms and the way they talk are the same. I'm sure the princess was just like her as a child Firis thought to herself, and the more she looked into Amy's eyes, the fonder she grew of her.

She was suddenly beginning to really look forward to this job. Being able to interact with such an adorable little half-elf would surely make this job a lot more fun.

At this moment, Yabemiya and Sally also arrived, and the former strode into the restaurant first with a curious look in her eyes. "Do we have a new colleague?"

A wide smile then appeared on her face as she continued, "What a beautiful elf! I'm Miya; welcome to our restaurant."

"I'm Babla. Welcome." Babla was also appraising Firis with a curious look in her eyes, and there was an immediate connection between the two as they appeared to be around the same age.

Firis immediately became rather nervous at the sight of her new colleagues, but she then relaxed a little upon seeing Miya's friendly smile, and she hurriedly replied, "I I'm Firis, Thank you for the warm welcome."

Firis! Sally's foosteps faltered as she stared at Firis with a hint of bewilderment in her eyes. Why was Irina's personal maid here?

Firis had also noticed Sally at this point, and she reflexively took a couple of steps backward.

"I'm Aisha. I'm responsible for clearing the tables and cleaning the restaurant. Welcome." After walking in through the door, Sally had already recomposed herself, and she appraised Firis in a calm manner as if she had no idea who Firis was.

"Thank you." Firis cast her eyes downward slightly. She didn't know if Sally had actually failed to recognize her or was simply putting on an act, but she didn't expose her for using a fake name.

A while back, High Priestess Helena had suggested a few candidates to take over the position of princess, and among those candidates, Sally was the most powerful as well as the one who everyone thought had the greatest chance of replacing Irina.

Now that Irina had been deposed as princess, the position was vacant, and barring any mishaps, there was a very good chance that Sally could become the new elven princess.

However, she was rumored to be cultivating in seclusion in the territory of the Brewster Family; what was she doing in Chaos City? And why had she become a restaurant waitress? This was simply incredible!

Mag cast a quick glance at Sally and Firis, and he could tell that these two had clearly recognized each other. However, he wasn't overly concerned. By saving the elven captives from the Wind Forest, Sally was now in the same boat as Irina, so he didn't have to worry about her plotting against Firis.

During this period of time in which he'd known Sally, she wasn't very talkative, but she always charged to the forefront whenever any danger arose, so she was most definitely a trustworthy friend.

Furthermore, after running away from home and coming to Chaos City, Sally had distanced herself from the Wind Forest, and she might still be unaware of the drastic changes that had just taken place there.

Mag had bought some information prior to this, thereby learning that the elven race was already preparing to select a new princess directly after the incident in the Wind Forest a few days ago.

The elven queen was in seclusion, and Irina had been deposed, so it could be said that the elven race was now in its most vulnerable state in the past century. As such, they had to select a new princess for everyone to pin their hopes on, and Sally was naturally the most popular candidate.

"You can all chat and get to know one another; I'll go cook up some lunch." Mag placed Amy down onto the ground before making his way toward the kitchen.

"Big Sister Firis, you're an elf; Big Sister Sally, you're also an elf. Do you know each other?" Amy asked in a curious manner.

"No," Sally replied with a shake of her head.

Firis glanced at Sally before also shaking her head as she said, "No."

Amy was slightly disappointed to hear this, but a smile quickly reappeared as she said, "That's alright, you two can get to know each other now."

"Boss is super strict with the staff that he hires, so you must possess some kind of super awesome skill, right, Firis?" Yabemiya asked with a curious look in her eyes.

Everyone also turned to her with intrigued expressions upon hearing this. Everyone had their own unique skill set that allowed them to excel in different duties in the restaurant, and that was a perfect indication that Mag chose his staff based on their abilities rather than their looks.

"I only know how to cook a little" Firis replied in a modest manner.

The three waitresses were all extremely beautiful and made others comfortable in their presence; that was a truly exceptional skill in her eyes.

"Wow, you can cook? That's so awesome! We can't help out Boss Mag at all, so he's always having to do so many things by himself. If you can give him a hand, then that would be great!" Miya exclaimed in an excited voice.

Inside the kitchen, a smile appeared on Mag's face as he listened to the conversation between the women. He really enjoyed this comfortable work atmosphere.

Miya's warm and bubbly demeanor gradually made Firis feel a lot more relaxed, and she slowly became more talkative as they began to discuss a variety of topics.

Lunch was soon ready, and Mag carried everyone's dishes onto the table. He had prepared a Yangzhou fried rice for Firis as he was sure that she would enjoy the flavor of the Spring of Life.

Thus, all six of them sat down around the table, and Firis stared at the alluring dishes before her with an awestruck expression on her face.

At the center of the table was a fish that had been placed in a long platter. It was virtually buried under sliced chili peppers, but its aroma wasn't unbearably spicy as one would expect. Instead, it gave off a very captivating smell that made one salivate uncontrollably.

The aroma of the chicken soup was also extremely enchanting to her, and she could detect a special fragrance from the dish. This wasn't an unfamiliar fragrance, as it belonged to a type of mushroom that could occasionally be found in the Wind Forest.

After being dried under the sun, these mushrooms would emit an alluring aroma that made them similar to a condiment. She had once used this dried mushroom to cook a soup, which she found to be very appetizing. She didn't think that she'd be able to taste it here in conjunction with the chicken soup that Mag had made.

However, what attracted her attention the most was the portion of beautiful fried rice that had been placed before her. The grains of rice were covered in golden egg, and ingredients of all different colors were combined into one dish, yet all of them had been diced into rice-sized pieces.

She had been wondering why Mag insisted on chopping up some of the ingredients into such fine pieces, but her question had naturally been answered by this dish.

Everyone else had already dug in to their meals. Firis hesitated momentarily before also scooping a spoonful of fried rice into her mouth.

Oh! This is amazing! Firis' eyes immediately lit up. The egg around the rice melted almost as soon as it entered her mouth, while the rice-sized pieces of winter bamboo shoot and peas were crunchy and refreshing. The grains of rice were also sweet and fragrant, forming a perfect combination with the soft ham, and she seemed to have also tasted a hint of shrimp in the dish. After swallowing her first mouthful of fried rice, a warm sensation spread through her entire body, and a delicious flavor lingered within her mouth.

Of course, the most important element of the dish was the faint fragrance lurking within the rice. She was 100% sure that this was the fragrance of the Spring of Life as she also cooked her rice using the Spring of Life

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 869 You'll Grow If You Eat More

The flavor of the Spring of Life in this dish was a lot less pronounced than what she was used to, but she could definitely still detect traces of it.

The Spring of Life was the holy spring of the elven race, and it was prohibited from being transported out of the Wind Forest, so how had Mag gotten his hands on it?

Firis was rather confused by this issue, but her attention was then quickly drawn to the delectable flavors flourishing in her mouth.

She had once thought that nothing was more delicious than the dew-covered fresh spirit fruits that were plucked down from the trees of the Wind Forest. Those were nature's creations, and eating them was like tasting a piece of nature.

However, this Yangzhou fried rice dish completely changed her mind.

The flavor of the Spring of Life was very faint in this dish, so it really didn't play a significant role here. What was truly delicious were the seemingly ordinary ingredients that were melting in her mouth.

She was quite a confident chef, and she'd always tried to cook the most delicious food possible for the princess, but in that instant, she began to doubt her own cooking skills.

Fruit was naturally the main source of food for the elven race, but there were also exceptional elven chefs who could embellish a dish without drowning out its original flavor, thereby making certain foods easier to consume and more alluring to the consumer, but the one constant was that maintaining the flavor and texture of the ingredients was a top priority.

However, this Yangzhou fried rice completely bucked that trend. After slicing ingredients into such tiny pieces, their texture had obviously completely changed, but that only made them more harmonious and delicious.

It was as if there were some kind of magical power between all of the ingredients that transformed them into something more delicious despite the fact that they had been altered and become drastically different from what they initially were.

This directly contradicted the cooking philosophy that she had always firmly stood by, but she was awestruck by just how amazing the product of this cooking method was.

So ingredients can be cooked like this A thoughtful expression appeared on Firis' face, and a hint of admiration crept into her eyes as she cast her gaze toward Mag. For him to be able to combine so many ingredients in such perfect harmony made him a very admirable chef in her eyes.

But where did he get the Spring of Life from? Could it be there are people in the Wind Forest who are smuggling the Spring of Life into the outside world? Firis was still feeling rather concerned about the presence of the Spring of Life in this dish. Even though she no longer belonged to the Wind Forest, her identity was rather special. If Mag really were somehow related to Spring of Life smugglers in the Wind Forest, she wouldn't be able to bring herself to place her full trust in him.

The Yangzhou fried rice was irresistibly delicious, and she quickly finished it with relish.

She then cast her gaze toward the spicy grilled fish at the center of the table. Just the sight of the red chili peppers covering the fish was making her sweat, and even though the aroma emanating from the dish wasn't all that sharp, it was still undeniably spicy. After a brief hesitation, Firis picked up a piece of fish with her chopsticks before placing it into her mouth.

A dish with such a strong spicy flavor was something that she would've never considered in the past.

However, as she took her first bite, she discovered that the crispy fish skin and smooth meat created a perfect contrasting set of textures, while the juices that they'd been dipped in created an explosion of heat and spiciness in her mouth that made her want to yell out.

Her tongue was slightly numb from her first mouthful of fish, but she simply couldn't stop eating it.

The crispy and fragrant skin, and soft and smooth meat, the spicy yet delicious juices All of them combined to open up a whole new world to her.

So food can be cooked like this! Firis' eyes lit up further and further as she ate. This was her first time sharing a meal with these people, so she should've been more reserved and polite, but she simply couldn't control her chopsticks as they carried one piece of fish after another into her mouth. It was almost as if stopping for even a single instant would be sacrilegious to such a delicious dish.

Everyone at the table simply looked on with amus.e.m.e.nt in their eyes, and they weren't irked in the slightest by her sloppy table manners.

The had the pleasure of enjoying these delicious dishes every single day, yet even they struggled to maintain a semblance of good table manners, let alone someone who was tasting these dishes for the first time.

"Phew"

After devouring the fish until there was only an empty skeleton left, Firis finally heaved a long sigh. A blush then appeared on her face as she came to realize that she'd eaten almost the entire fish by herself, and she hung her head in a guilty manner as she said, "I'm sorry It was It was too delicious, so I couldn't help myself"

"That's alright, we're glad you enjoyed it, Big Sister Firis. Also, you'll grow if you eat more," Amy said with a smile as she glanced at Firis' chest.

Everyone also turned to appraise Firis' chest with contemplative expressions on their faces.

"" Firis was at a loss for how to respond. Amy was clearly trying to console her, but why did it feel like an insult?

Mag smiled as he said, "You have to make sure to eat until you're full. I'll normally try to cook according to how much everyone eats, but if there's not enough of a dish, I can just cook more, so you don't have to worry about everyone else missing out on the fish."

"That's right. You look really adorable when you're eating, Firis," Miya also said with a warm smile on her face.

"I'm full." Babla placed her spoon down with a nod.

"Can I begin cleaning up now?" Sally had also put down her chopsticks, and was appraising Firis with a gentle smile on her face.

A surge of warmth suddenly flowed through Firis' heart at the sight of everyone's benevolent expressions. She had been an orphan for as long as she could remember, and the only people who had ever been good to her were the princess and Snarr, that latter of which she only met once in a while. Aside from that, she had rarely ever experienced kindness from others.

However, here in this restaurant, she felt loved by everyone, and it was an extremely pleasant and warm feeling. She was like a little bird who had lost her way after coming to Chaos City, but she suddenly felt a sense of belonging here.

"Thank you, everyone." Firis stood up and extended a deep bow to everyone, then turned to Mag, and said, "I'll definitely work hard. If possible, I'd like to start today."

"Today?" Mag looked into Firis' determined eyes and hesitated momentarily before nodding as he said, "You can watch me cook during the lunch service, and I'll get you to prepare some of the ingredients required for the dinner service. As for whether you'll be able to cook the dishes on your own in the future, that will be down to your ability and the amount of effort you put in."

"I'll be sure to work hard!" An elated smile appeared on Firis' face before she nodded in a solemn manner. After tasting Mag's incredible cooking, she'd already completely cast aside her pride as one of the best elven chefs of the Wind Forest, and she was determined to learn how to cook truly delicious food from Mag. After honing her cooking skills here, she could cook for the princess and the young mistress as well, and they would surely also enjoy this cooking.

"Hold on, I'll grab a work uniform for you." Mag rose to his feet, then turned to Sally and the others, and said, "You can all begin preparing for the lunch service now."

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 870 Go On I Really Want To Hear It

"You must be a really good chef, Firis; this is the first time Boss has ever agreed to let anyone participate in cooking with him," Miya said as she looked at Firis in an awestruck manner. She had worked in kitchens for many years, but ever since coming to Mamy Restaurant, she had never been asked to help with cooking, not even in ingredient preparation.

Firis was also quite pleased to hear this, and she smiled at Miya in response. All good chefs had a certain level of pride, and they wouldn't allow just anyone to enter their kitchens.

Big Sister Irina asked me to keep an eye on the big sisters who try to get close to Father Amy thought to herself in a rather conflicted manner as she appraised Firis while holding Ugly Duckling in her arms. However, her expression immediately eased as her gaze crept down to Firis' chest. I'm sure it'll be fine if it's Big Sister Firis!

Not long after that, Mag came downstairs again, and then handed a black and white chef's suit to Firis as he said, "Here's your work uniform; you can only come into the kitchen after putting it on. The bathroom is on the left-hand side on the second floor, and you can get changed in there."

"A-alright." Firis accepted the chef's suit, and a blush immediately appeared on her face. She quickly made her way upstairs, holding the chef's suit in her hands as if it were a hot potato.

Are these his clothes? What do I do? Am I actually going to have to wear this? If I don't wear this, I won't be allowed into the kitchen, but if I do These are clothes that have been worn by a man! Firis rushed into the bathroom before closing the door and fanning her flushed cheeks with her hands.

A warm light illuminated the bathroom, and the clean mirror reflected her red cheeks. The smooth marble floor was very comfortable to look at, and there was a very large white bathtub separated from the rest of the bathroom by a semi-transparent glass panel.

After taking a few deep breaths, Firis placed the chef's suit onto a rack beside her, and then began to strip off her own clothes.

Are they really that small? After taking off her clothes, she couldn't help but appraise her diminutive chest in the mirror, upon which a resigned and dejected look immediately appeared on her face.

It fits perfectly After changing into the chef's suit, Firis was stunned to find that it was exactly the right size, just as if it had been custom-made for her. Even the shoes fit extremely snugly on her feet.

Furthermore, the style of this chef's suit was also slightly different from the one that Mag was wearing. The waist was clearly more tapered, and the buttons ran diagonally down the front of her top, thereby giving the entire suit a softer and more feminine appearance. The white hat was also slightly shorter than the one Mag wore, while beneath the suit was a black apron, a pair of casual black pants, as well as a pair of flat black leather shoes.

The style is quite unique, but I really do get a good feeling when I put on this uniform Firis inspected her reflection in the mirror, and discovered that she seemed to have truly become a chef after putting on the chef's suit, which instilled within her a sense of purpose and direction.

So these are new clothes. Firis stroked her chef's suit with a smile on her face, but for some reason, there was also the tiniest hint of dejection in her heart.

After the table had been cleared, Firis had also finished getting changed, and she emerged from the bathroom before making her way downstairs.

Amy looked up at her with surprise and elation in her eyes as she said, "Wow, you're wearing the same clothes as Father! Are you going to become the second chef, Big Sister Firis?"

"Firis must be an exceptional chef to have been chosen by Boss," Miya praised with a hint of admiration and envy in her eyes.

Firis was rather embarrassed to have so many people staring at her, and she hung her head to look down at her shoes. She would blush whenever she spoke to anyone aside from Irina, so this was way too much attention compared to what she was normally used to.

Mag nodded with a pleased smile as he inspected Firis in her chef's suit. She was someone who could truly help him in the kitchen, so he had chosen a chef's suit for her rather than a dress. He could sense that she was rather embarrassed, so he said, "You don't have to serve any customers, as you'll be working with me in the kitchen. All you have to do is stand beside me and watch during today's lunch service."

"Alright." Firis nodded in response. She glanced at the long line that had already gathered outside the restaurant before hurriedly making her way into the kitchen while heaving an internal sigh of relief. There was no way she could serve so many customers with how shy and awkward she was.

"Then let's begin the lunch service." The clock on the wall had just struck 11:30, and Mag made his way over to the restaurant's entrance before opening the door.

"Boss Mag! I've finally found you!" Before Mag even had a chance to say anything, an indignant wail suddenly rang out from beside him.

Mag faltered slightly as he turned toward the slightly tanned fatso standing behind Krassu. Why did this man look so familiar?

"I'm Abraham!!" The man's voice became even more indignant.

"Duke Abraham? How did you become like this? I thought you went back to Rodu midway!" Mag's eyelids twitched, and only after taking a closer look was he able to verify that this really was Abraham. However, his skin had turned significantly darker than when he'd first met him in Rodu, and he had clearly lost a lot of weight as well.

Only four or five days had passed since their last encounter, so Mag wasn't able to recognize him initially. Just what had happened to him in these past few days?

"Duke?" Everyone else also turned to Abraham with curious looks in their eyes. The title of duke was one that was used only in the Roth Empire on the Norland Continent, and it was an extremely prestigious title. All dukes were very important people in the Roth Empire, yet this tanned middle-aged man was supposed to be one of them? Why had he come to Chaos City?

"Let's not talk about that" Abraham replied with a depressed expression. He was a duke of the Roth Empire, yet he'd been forced to trek through the mountains for three days and almost starved to death because he'd overfed his falcon steed. This was far too embarrassing a story for him to tell!

"Go on, I really want to hear it." Amy had sat down on her little stool near the entrance, and was looking at Abraham with a curious expression as she asked, "Was it because your big fatty bird was too tired from flying and fell out of the sky? Or did you get lost along the way?"

"" Abraham's eyes abruptly widened, and he almost blurted out "Holy shit! Did you see everything?".

"You see that, Ugly Duckling? You can't let yourself get too fat. If you fall from the sky while flying, it's going to be super embarrassing," Amy said with a serious expression as she pinched Ugly Duckling's chubby cheeks.

"" Abraham wore a dark expression on his face, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in the ground so he could escape from all of the amused eyes being directed at him. However, he simply couldn't bear to walk away from this restaurant. He had endured countless hardsh.i.p.s and lost close to 10 kg of weight to get here, so he couldn't just leave.

At the sight of Abraham's expression, Mag could tell that Amy had most likely struck the nail on the head. He repressed the urge to smirk as he said, "The restaurant is now open for lunch. Welcome, everyone."

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 871 He Always Looked Impotent

Despite the conflicted emotions in his heart, Abraham still made his way into the restaurant in a determined manner. A bit of embarrassment certainly wasn't going to keep him from pursuing delicious food!

All of the customers that had already been waiting for a long time also quickly entered the restaurant.

"Abraham, male, 43 years old, normal human; symptoms: swollen abdomen, many areas of necrosis in the stomach wall, acid reflux, lackl.u.s.ter suppleness in the stomach and intestines, constipation. Diagnosis: chronic gastric ulcers and inflammation with a high likelihood of developing into stomach cancer, coupled with chronic constipation."

"Vicennio, male, 29 years old, normal human; symptoms: excessively pale and colorless features, dry skin, weakness in the back and knees, mental exhaustion, cold extremities, back pain, decreasing memory functions. Diagnosis: severe impotence!"

"Harrison"

Inside the kitchen, Mag inspected the strings of information flashing through his mind with a rather grim expression on his face. After installing the omniscient door, Mag had been made aware of many of the conditions that afflicted his customers, most of who appeared to be quite healthy on the outside.

Of course, Vicennio was an exception to this He always looked impotent, so it would've been quite strange had the system given any other diagnosis.

However, it appeared that Abraham had some severe gastric issues. It was common knowledge that excessive consumption of food was quite taxing on the digestive system. Back in his past life, Mag had done his best to regulate his eating, but he had still ended up with some stomach issues.

In contrast, Abraham's issues were far more severe than anything he'd experienced in his past life. If he didn't address these issues properly, he'd develop stomach cancer, and that was an incurable condition.

Come to think of it, is cancer considered to be incurable in this world? Mag thought to himself curiously. This was an alternate world, after all, and gruesome injuries could be cured with a single spell here, so who was to say that magic couldn't cure cancer as well?

In any case, he had to warn Abraham about the issues regarding his digestive system. Even if cancer was curable in this world, it certainly wasn't a desirable condition to have, and if Abraham were to continue like this, cancer would most likely be the end result.

Yabemiya had begun taking orders from the customers, and even though the restaurant was completely packed, it wasn't rowdy in the slightest. All of the customers were either sitting in silence or conversing with acquaintances in hushed tones. There were no loud conversations, nor any arguments or conflicts.

Abraham glanced at the menacing minotaur demon and burly orc sitting across from him, and he was feeling rather uncomfortable.

He finally understood why Mag had made that bet with the head chef of Cary's Rotisserie back in Rodu. It was nothing personal; Mag simply didn't like how the restaurant was being run.

In Mamy Restaurant, there was no discrimination between social classes, nor even any racial restrictions.

Even as a duke of the Roth Empire, Abraham had never shared a dining table with a demon and an orc before.

However, there was also another man sitting at the table, and he displayed no fear at the sight of the minotaur demon sitting beside him. His calmness extended a calming effect to Abraham as well, and he gradually relaxed.

"Hello there, what would you like to order?" Yabemiya asked with a smile as she made her way over to him.

"Let me see." Abraham opened the menu on the table, and a series of images of delicious dishes were revealed to him.

Spicy grilled fish, delectable steak, alluring roujiamo Every single dish looked so tempting, and Abraham was struggling to hold back his drool.

Why do I need to choose? Only a kid would need to make choices! Abraham closed the menu before turning to Yabemiya with a smile as he said, "I want one of every dish on this menu. Please ask Boss Mag to devise a suitable sequence for these dishes to be brought to me."

"One of everything?" Yabemiya was rather hesitant to hear this. Giant dragons, trolls, and demons did indeed have a far bigger appetite than the average human, but no matter how she looked at him, Abraham clearly didn't fall into any of those aforementioned categories; how was he going to be able to eat so much food?

All of the surrounding customers were also appraising Abraham with shock in their eyes. Setting aside how much it cost to order one of every dish on the menu, there was no way that a normal person would be able to eat all that food. After all, each person only had a single stomach!

"That's right, I'll get one of everything." Abraham nodded in confirmation. He had starved himself for a few days prior to coming here, so his stomach was completely empty. He didn't want to miss out on any of the delicious dishes here.

"Alright, please wait a moment." Yabemiya nodded without asking any further questions.

"Did you starve yourself before coming here?" Vicennio, who was sitting across from Abraham, asked with an astonished look in his eyes. Even though he was coming to Mamy Restaurant every day to replenish himself, he discovered that he had still underestimated just how l.u.s.tful and insatiable a woman in her thirties was, and as opposed to improving his condition, he could only feel his impotence getting worse.

He was only glad that his wife still didn't know about Mamy Restaurant at the moment. Otherwise, he couldn't imagine how he was supposed to satisfy a woman who had eaten roujiamo

"I never refuse any delicious food that comes my way," Abraham replied with a smile and a nod. Vicennio was the only other human on his table, so Abraham instantly felt a connection with him. In the past, he didn't have many opportunities to dine at the same table with a commoner, and he looked at the dark rings around Vicennio's eyes as he advised in a meaningful and heartfelt manner, "Young man, I advise you to exercise restraint. Otherwise, you're going to regret your decision when you grow older."

Vicennio buried his face in his hand and heaved a long sigh upon hearing this. As a pretty boy, he had to make some sacrifices in order to continue living his current life. There was no turning back for him now, and no one was more aware than him of the negative effects of not exercising restraint. He was hoping to turn everything around through consuming Mag's food, but he found himself in a worse situation than he'd begun with

Mag was preparing to begin cooking when he heard Abraham making his order, and after a brief hesitation, he still decided to step in. Thus, he put down the cooking utensils in his hands before making his way directly over to Abraham with a smile on his face. "Duke Abraham, I don't have a habit of interfering with the orders made by my customers, but I have an obligation to look out for the health of my customers. As such, I suggest you limit your order to two or three dishes, and that you pick some dishes with milder flavors."

"Why? I'm as healthy as a horse! With so many delicious dishes on the menu, how can I only choose two or three? As for the flavor of the dishes, the stronger the better! Are you sure you're not mistaken, Boss Mag?" Abraham appraised Mag with a confused expression as he patted his own chest as if to prove a point.

All of the customers also turned to Mag with curiosity in their eyes. Mag had never interfered with any customer's order in the past, so why was he doing this now?

Mag shook his head, and said, "Sometimes, conditions will only begin to manifest after things have deteriorated to a certain extent. Let me ask you this, Duke Abraham: have you been experiencing dull and swelling abdominal pain? Are those symptoms exacerbated right after your meals? On top of that, do you often get a scorching feeling in your chest with occasional bursts of stomach acid flowing back into your oral cavity?"

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 872 God Of Cookery Or God Of Medicine?

"H-how did you know?"

Abraham had initially thought that Mag was only making something out of nothing, but his eyes abruptly widened with incredulity upon hearing this.

Mag was completely right! He had been suffering from the aforementioned symptoms for many years. In the beginning, he didn't pay this any heed, but during recent times, the symptoms had been progressively worsening, to the extent that there were occasionally nights when he would wake up in agony. Only then did he reluctantly go to a doctor, and even the royal doctors in the palace had seen him for consultations.

The root of the condition lay in his stomach, and healing spells had alleviated a lot of his symptoms, but all of the doctors he saw asked him to do the same thing: eat less! They advised following a diet of plain rice congee for an extended period of time in conjunction with treatment sessions from healers.

However, this kind of treatment was akin to torture to him, so he refused to follow such a protocol without a second thought.

If he couldn't eat the delicious foods he wanted, then he might as well be dead!

Whenever the pain became too unbearable for him, he'd get a healer to alleviate his symptoms before rushing to the next restaurant. He had been living this way for many years, but he didn't think that Mag would be able to identify all of his symptoms just by looking at him.

Is Boss Mag a doctor as well? Everyone could tell from Abraham's expression that Mag was right, and all of them turned to Mag with curiosity and surprise in their eyes.

Mag maintained a calm expression as he replied, "I'm quite familiar with food, so I've also done some research into some conditions that can result from overeating. Your symptoms are already quite obvious, and if you don't address your condition, catastrophic consequences could follow, and in the worst-case scenario, you could even die. I cook delicious food for everyone to enjoy; I don't want to see my food inflicting harm on anyone."

Due to the exceptional ingredients used in Mag's dish, all of them were very beneficial to consume, and they even possessed miraculous effects, such as Mag's spicy grilled fish that had managed to cure Vivian's chronic condition.

However, regardless of how beneficial these dishes were to one's body, excessive consumption would result in negative consequences, especially for someone with chronic digestive conditions.

Chronic gastric ulcers resulted in an extremely fragile stomach wall, and overeating under such circ.u.mstances could result in stomach perforation or hemorrhages.

If Abraham were to eat one of every dish on the menu, that was around the amount of food a normal a.d.u.l.t human would eat in four or five meals.

He wasn't going to be directly killing Abraham, but Abraham could quite possibly die because of him. Mag simply couldn't stand by idly and allow this to happen, even if it were rather uncharacteristic for him to step in.

"Is it really that serious?" Abraham was also slowly growing rather concerned at the sight of Mag's serious expression. In the past, many doctors had told him the same thing, but he'd never taken their advice to heart. After all, eating delicious food was so enjoyable; how could it possibly be bad for him?

However, now that the same advice was being relayed by Mag, the most exceptional chef he'd ever seen, those words suddenly seemed to take on a different meaning.

He respected any chef who could cook delicious food, regardless of their identity or status.

Only by gaining an in-depth understanding of food and ingredients could one cook delicious dishes, and this was a skill that normal people didn't possess.

In recent times, his symptoms had indeed been getting worse, and even healing spells were unable to completely repress them, but he'd never even considered that these issues could have been caused by eating delicious foods.

As such, he was naturally growing quite uneasy. Each person only had one life, and he hadn't lived enough yet.

Besides, he'd just discovered a treasure vault. Aside from spicy grilled fish, black pepper steak, and braised chicken and rice, there were so many more alluring dishes on that menu; he couldn't afford to die yet!

"That's right. I'm sure you've heard the same advice from doctors already. I hope you can look after yourself better for your own health so you can taste more delicious dishes in the future," Mag replied with a smile and a nod. Thankfully, Abraham wasn't as stubborn as he'd feared.

"Then alright," Abraham opened the menu again and carefully inspected it for a while before amending, "I'll get a fried rice, a sweet tofu pudding, and braised chicken and rice."

"Sure, please wait for a moment." Mag nodded before turning back to his kitchen. This was still slightly more than what a normal person would eat for a meal, but it was already a significant decrease for Abraham, so this was a good beginning. On top of that, all three of those dishes were quite nurturing to the stomach, so they would be beneficial to his condition.

"That's amazing! Boss Mag can diagnose people just by looking at them now?!"

"Chef + doctor = Boss Mag? That's incredible!"

"I want Boss Mag to take a look at me now! Recently, I feel a really strong constricted feeling in my head as if it's being strangled by something."

"You don't need Boss Mag to take a look at you for that, old man; just loosen that headband that you're wearing, and your symptoms will immediately be alleviated."

"He looked so cool diagnosing customers in his chef's suit! As expected of the Boss Mag I know and love!"

"Oi, oi, oi, please calm down; you do realize that Boss Mag is also a man, right?!"

"So what? Can't you see that none of these women have managed to catch his fancy? Maybe Boss Mag likes men Hehe, I'm going to steal his heart for sure!"

Due to this brief interlude, all of the customers also began to discuss quietly among themselves. After all, everyone had an ailment or two that they couldn't be bothered to go to a doctor for. Furthermore, normal doctors couldn't diagnose patients just by looking at them like Mag could, so the demand for Mag as a doctor was steadily beginning to rise.

Is he a doctor as well? Firis was staring at Mag with a shocked expression. Elves cultivated nature magic, so most of them had good aptitude when it came to healing spells. However, even the best elven healers couldn't pinpoint a patient's condition just by looking at them.

Boss really is so awesome! Yabemiya was looking at Mag with admiration overflowing from her eyes.

As he listened to the conversations between the customers, an amused smile appeared on Mag's face, and he suggested, "System, how about you open a clinic for me on the side? That'll be much more profitable than selling food! All you have to do is supply me with medicine."

"As a candidate to become the God of Cookery, how can you pursue other occupations before you've honed your cooking skills to an acceptable level? On top of that, a true God of Cookery doesn't need to sell medicine, as his dishes are the best forms of medicine that can bring health and prosperity to his customers!" the system said in a proud voice.

"So you're saying dishes are medicine? Am I the God of Cookery of the God of Medicine?" Mag raised an eyebrow as he envisioned the following scenario in his mind.

Customer: "Boss Mag, what can I do about my current condition?"

"You'll be fine. Just take a spicy grilled fish and a Yangzhou fried rice together twice a day and you'll be cured in no time."

Er

That was a rather strange scenario to Mag.

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 873 The Princess Would Support Me Right?

Mag switched on the stove, then turned to Firis with a smile, and said, "I don't have a habit of speaking while I cook, as I feel that's disrespectful to the ingredients, so you'll have to watch and learn as much as you can."

Firis immediately nodded with an earnest look on her face.

Thus, Mag didn't say anything further as he ladled some oil into the pan, allowing it to heat up before adding the spices. All types of ingredients were then added in an extremely well-rehearsed sequence, and watching Mag cook was like witnessing a graceful dance as he controlled the pan and spatula in an expert manner.

Firis looked on from the side, completely entranced by what she saw. Her cooking style ensured that each and every step was completed to perfection, thereby ensuring the consistency of the flavor of her dishes. However, as a result of this, her cooking was rather wooden and robotic.

However, watching Mag cook was quite a sensual experience. His lithe and powerful body appeared as if it had combined into one with the pan in his hand, and despite the weight of the heavy black metal pan, he was able to control it to perfection as if it were as light as a feather.

And this was only the beginning. Soon, Mag began adding pots and pans to the stovetops.

Before Firis knew it, there were four dishes being cooked on the stovetop at once, consisting of two portions of Yangzhou fried rice and two portions of black pepper steak. At the same time, there were around 100 kebabs being roasted on the rack, and Mag was able to keep track of all of these dishes at once in a calm and graceful manner. He made no extra unnecessary movements as he traversed from one cooking station to another, and despite the amount of workload he was taking on all at once, the process wasn't chaotic in the slightest.

Soon, the fried rice was ready, the steaks were plated, c.u.min powder was applied to the beef kebabs, and one delicious dish after another was carried out to the eagerly awaiting customers.

Firis' eyes lit up further and further as she looked on from the side. If she were in his shoes, she wouldn't even be able to keep up this speed if she were only cooking one dish at a time, let alone so many at once.

What was even more incredible was that despite the number of dishes he was cooking at a time, each and every dish was still cooked to perfection, without any discrepancies in appearance between one dish and the other. An alluring aroma began to waft through the air, and even though Firis had just had lunch, she was still beginning to salivate uncontrollably.

She could hear a steady stream of praise from the customers outside, and all of them wore blissful smiles on their faces as their attention was drawn entirely to the delicious dishes before them.

Firis didn't doubt the authenticity of their reactions even for a single instant, as she had tasted these very same dishes during lunch earlier, and she knew just how extraordinary they were.

If possible, I also want to become a chef just like him. A thought that had never occurred to Firis suddenly sprang into her mind, and it quickly took root firmly in her heart.

Ever since she could remember, her life had constantly revolved around Princess Irina. She'd learned flower arrangement, cooking, massage Everything she did was so that she could better serve the princess and make her happy.

However, she had never thought about what she wanted for herself.

In her world, there was only the princess and no one else, yet for the first time ever, she wanted to do something for herself.

Perhaps it was because she'd left the Wind Forest and been shown a whole new world, but she suddenly found that she was unable to rid herself of this desire.

The princess was still extremely important to her, but she now had a dream. She wanted to become a chef who could bring joy to his customers like Mag This was a simple yet bold target.

The princess would support me, right? Firis was still rather concerned, but as she cast her gaze toward Mag, a determined look appeared in her eyes.

"Here's your Yangzhou fried rice." Yabemiya placed the first dish in front of Duke Abraham, who was feeling slightly dejected and anxious after hearing Mag's words of warning, but his eyes immediately lit up at the sight of the dish that had been placed before him.

Fried rice was considered to be a dish consumed by commoners, and stalls that sold this dish were quite prevalent on the food streets of Rodu. Most of the time, the dish was cooked using eggs and rice. Some chefs would add some other ingredients to make their fried rice more unique, but those two were the main ingredients used.

As a veteran foodie, Abraham had also tasted some fried rice, but aside from the fried rice he'd had once on the Renhe Food Street, he hadn't tasted any other fried rice that had struck him with the urge to eat it again in the future.

However, the appearance of this so-called Yangzhou fried rice came as quite a surprise to him.

At first glance, the combination of so many ingredients seemed to be rather chaotic, and in the world of professional chefs, this was often frowned upon as it was very difficult to make a dish taste harmonious with too many ingredients thrown into the mix.

However, the aroma that was wafting toward him was posing a stern challenge to this preconceived notion. The aromas of the ingredients in the dish were so rich and alluring that Abraham couldn't help but be swayed in his beliefs.

After inspecting the dish closely, the surprise in Abraham's eyes grew even more pronounced.

All of the ingredients had been diced into rice-sized pieces, including even the green peas. What was even more incredible to him was that the grains of rice had been covered in egg.

As opposed to the fried rice dishes he'd seen in the past, where the egg had been separated from the rice, the egg in this dish perfectly coated the grains of rice to give them a shimmering golden hue, but none of the individual grains of rice clumped together as a result.

H-how has he achieved this effect?! Abraham had never seen fried rice like this before.

The delectable aroma in the air was making his empty stomach rumble loudly, and he couldn't help but pick up his spoon, scooping a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth.

The fragrance of chopped green onions and eggs tickled his nose, the texture of grain-sized shrimp and ham was so smooth, and the egg-coated rice had a sweet flavor after being chewed well. Tastes of every ingredient melted in his mouth and tickled his taste buds. Even when it was all swallowed, the residual flavors still lingered in his mouth.

This is incredible!

A stunned expression appeared on Abraham's face; all of his prior doubts had been completely erased.

Not only had the multitude of ingredients not affected the taste of the dish in the slightest, they only worked to produce more layers of complexity in texture and flavor to the dish.

I can't believe a simple fried rice dish could taste so good. As expected of Boss Mag! At this point, Abraham found himself simply unable to stop eating as he scooped up one spoonful of fried rice into his mouth after another. The delectable flavor of the dish blossomed on the tip of his tongue, and he felt as if all of the hardsh.i.p.s he'd endured during the past few days weren't even worthy of a mention in the pursuit of such an extraordinarily delicious dish.

"Ding!"

All of a sudden, his spoon struck his plate, and he looked down to find that he'd already finished the entire dish before he knew it. He immediately raised his hand, and said, "Please get me one more no, three more portions of this dish!"

"With all due respect, didn't you just make a promise to Boss?" Yabemiya said as she turned to Abraham with a resigned look on her face.

"Er" Abraham's face fell as he cast his gaze toward the kitchen, and after a brief internal conflict, he sighed, "Alright, next time, then."

Not being able to eat as much as I want of such delicious dishes is simply far too painful! Abraham slumped down in his chair in a dejected manner while waiting for the next dish to be brought out to him.

I heard the owner of this restaurant has a half-elf daughter who's around four years old? A figure wearing a straw hat suddenly stopped outside the restaurant.

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 874 It Must Be Because Father's Smile Is Too Handsome Right?

Through the use of the omniscient door, Mag could see all of the ailments that his customers were suffering from, but he didn't go around handing out diagnoses to everyone. After all, there were no perfectly healthy people in the world, and it was only normal to have a few niggles here and there.

Furthermore, he was a chef and a restaurant owner, so he really wasn't qualified to practice medicine. Just because he could diagnose everyone's conditions, it didn't mean he knew how to cure them.

However, if there were some regular customers with extremely severe conditions that had to be addressed as quickly as possible, then Mag would commit these customers and their corresponding conditions to memory. He didn't know how to cure them, but he would find chances in the future to issue a few gentle warnings to them. After all, it went against his character to remain silent despite having knowledge that could help others.

During the cooking process, Mag would cast an occasional furtive glance at Firis, and he was very pleased to see the earnest look in her eyes. Her attitude made it very rewarding for him to continue to teach her.

Mag had once seen a quote that went along the lines of "not all successful people are geniuses, but most of them work extremely hard."

In the art of cooking, he was a complete noob. Even with the system's assistance and all of the perfect experience bags he'd been given, the true key to his success was his ability to grind and put in all those hard hours in the test field for the God of Cookery.

Firis clearly possessed far superior aptitude compared to him, and it appeared that her attitude was very commendable as well.

"Miss Miya, is there really no way for us to order stinky tofu for lunch? Can you get Boss Mag to make a portion for me? After tasting it yesterday, it's been the only thing that I can think about, and I can't even concentrate on anything else that I'm doing," Harrison said as he looked up at Yabemiya in a hopeful manner.

"I really want to eat it too. That flavor is simply unforgettable."

"If Boss Mag is willing to serve stinky tofu for lunch, then please give me a portion as well!"

A few more customers immediately chimed in as they turned to Yabemiya with expectant looks in their eyes.

Yabemiya was always quite pleasant and accommodating, but on this occasion, she shook her head firmly, and replied, "I'm sorry, but I can't. Boss says that stinky tofu can only be served during the dinner service, and only 100 portions will be served in total."

Harrison and the other customers were all very dejected to hear this, and they were already beginning to think about coming back early for dinner so they didn't miss out on the 100 portions being served.

Abraham was just enjoying a portion of sweet tofu pudding when he overheard this conversation, and he asked, "Stinky tofu? What's that? Why isn't it on the menu?"

Generally speaking, dishes that were so unforgettable to customers were always exceptional dishes; this was something that he'd deduced during his years as a veteran foodie.

Vicennio replied, "It's a dish that Boss Mag only just released yesterday, and it's only sold during the dinner service. I've heard that it really stinks, so I don't plan on ever trying it."

"It stinks?" Abraham was rather surprised to hear this. He had tasted delicious cuisine all over the continent, but he'd never had anything that stank before.

A truly exceptional dish had to excel in appearance, aroma, and taste; how could a stinky dish possibly fit under that category, and why was it so unforgettable to those customers? Abraham was becoming more and more curious as he followed this train of thought.

"That's right, I've heard that it's a flavor that you'll never forget after eating it once. All of the people who've ordered it have displayed extremely strong reactions. There was one guy who tried to rush out the door, and Little Amy almost took his head off with a fireball, thinking that he was trying to get a free meal." A hint of lingering fear flashed through Vicennio's eyes as he thought back to the intense sequence of events that had unfolded the day before. If it weren't for the fact that the customer in question had turned around just in time, that fireball would've struck him on the back of the head.

"That's very interesting." Abraham was only becoming more intrigued by the second. Just how stinky would a dish have to be to evoke such a reaction.

"It sure is." Vicennio also wore an intrigued look on his face. After all, everyone liked delicious food, but it was the first time he'd ever seen anyone enjoy stinky food.

"You haven't had it, so you wouldn't understand. The stinkiness only stems from an extremely rich fragrance, so when a dish is stinky to a certain point, it goes back to become fragrant. This is something you'll only be able to interpret after you eat it," Harrison said in a slow voice, but from the glazed-over look in his eyes, it was quite clear that he was already somewhere else in his mind.

I have to try this dish for dinner! Even if it really does smell absolutely abhorrent, so be it; I can't afford to miss out on a dish like this, Abraham thought to himself. At this point, he'd already finished his tofu pudding, which was the last of the three dishes that he'd ordered. Even though he still wanted more, he could only reluctantly pay the bill before departing.

After walking out of the restaurant, he turned back to look at the sign hanging above the door as he sighed. "I haven't set foot outside of Rodu for 45 years, but it looks like I'll be staying for the rest of my life in Chaos City now."

The busy lunch service concluded, and Mag put down the pan in his hand as he turned off all of the stovetops. He heaved a faint sigh, and just as he was about to wipe the sweat from his forehead, a warm towel was handed over to him.

Mag faltered slightly upon seeing this, and then turned to discover Firis offering the towel to him with a faint blush on her face. After a brief hesitation, he accepted the towel and wiped his hands and forehead with it before handing it back to Firis with a smile. "Thanks."

"Y-you're welcome." Firis' blush became even more pronounced as she quickly rushed out the door with the towel in her hands. This was the first time she'd served anyone aside from the princess, and it was a man. Just the thought of this made her feel as if her heart were about to jump out of her throat.

However, she was doing this purely out of the admiration in her heart. She couldn't imagine how a normal human had been able to bring so much joy to so many customers during a short span of less than two hours.

In her eyes, Mag was practically glowing with radiance.

"Big Sister Firis, why is your face so red?" Amy asked with a curious expression as she held Ugly Duckling in her arms.

"I" Firis was at a loss for how to respond.

"It must be because Father's smile is too handsome, right?" Amy asked with a smile.

Firis immediately thought back to Mag's warm smile upon hearing this. It was indeed very handsome.

"It's alright, Father smiles like that at everyone, so he doesn't feel anything special for you," Amy reassured.

Firis: ""

Thus, the lunch service drew to an official conclusion after Sally used her water-type magic to clean up the entire restaurant and the kitchen.

Yabemiya strapped her little bag to her back, and then smiled at everyone as she said, "See you later, Boss, Amy, Firis. We're going to the ice cream now."

"I'm going to back to sleep and read. See you soon." Babla also left with Miya and the others.

Thus, Mag, Amy, and Firis were the only ones left in the restaurant.

"I" Firis was feeling rather awkward, but there was no place for her to go. As time passed, she was only beginning to feel more awkward, and she could only look down at her shoes, not daring to look up at Mag.

Mag appraised the anxious Firis with a smile, and he was able to guess the thoughts that were running through her mind as he said, "If you don't have any place to go, you can stay and rest in the restaurant. I'll be teaching you some things that you can do in the afternoon. Oh, I almost forgot; tomorrow is a rest day for the restaurant, so your official first day on the job will be delayed for a day. However, the restaurant is going to be expanded and upgraded soon, so you can truly begin cooking once you officially start."

Firis immediately looked up upon hearing this, and a surge of warmth flowed through her heart at the sight of Mag's trusting eyes. She nodded in an earnest manner, and said, "I'll be sure to work hard."

Firis? Why is she here? A figure outside the floor-to-ceiling windowpane was looking into the restaurant, surprised.

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Chapter 875 Do You Not Know How to Talk? Are You a Mute?

Snarr had been in Chaos City for close to a month now, and he'd been searching for Alex this entire time.

Much to his surprise, a piece of news that shook the entire continent was spread from Rodu a few days ago. Alex was still alive, and he'd slain four 10th-tier powerful beings on his own, including the patriarch of the spatial demons, Benson.

This came as a complete shock to everyone across the entire continent, including Snarr himself.

Three years ago, all of the information that he'd gathered indicated that Alex had been completely crippled, and that it was impossible for him to recover from those injuries.

Otherwise, those beings that stood at the pinnacle of the Norland Continent would've never allowed Alex to emerge from that rainy night alive.

They only wanted him to live as a cripple so he could suffer pain that was worse than death.

However, three years later, he was back, and he was just as powerful as ever.

All of the beings who had played a role in his assassination were in complete disbelief. Even a divine deity shouldn't have been able to heal those injuries!

Snarr was also in disbelief because if all this were true, just how stupid did those beings have to be to have allowed Alex to survive?

10th-tier powerful beings were extremely rare even across the entire Norland Continent; how could they have made such a stupid mistake?

There was only one knight in the entire history of the Norland Continent capable of killing three 10th-tier powerful beings as well as Benson along with his Eye Beast on his own, and that was Alex.

Of course, what served as even more concrete proof of his return was that his purple-striped griffin, which had disappeared for three years as well, had also reappeared.

There was no one in this world aside from Alex who could tame that griffin.

This news created a massive stir across the entire continent, and countless powerful beings were undoubtedly suffering sleepless nights as a result.

Snarr was very elated that the princess had reunited with Alex, and he wasn't disheartened in the slightest that all the work he'd done in the past three years had gone to waste. After all, this was most definitely good news.

However, just as he was about to return to the Wind Forest, another piece of shocking news emerged: Irina had been deposed as princess by the panel of elders.

This piece of news had also shaken the entire Norland Continent.

If it weren't for the existence of Alex, Irina would most definitely be the most powerful being on the entire continent among the current younger generation.

Even while being attacked by six 10th-tier powerful beings, she'd managed to kill three of them, which was an extraordinary feat that very few people on the continent could achieve.

With the lengthy lifespans that all elves possessed, it was almost scary to imagine what kind of heights she'd scale to in the future.

However, just as everyone had thought that she would become the next elven queen for sure, she was deposed during the ceremony.

Snarr was quite surprised by this news, but he could also deduce the factors that had led to this. He'd also heard that Alex had appeared in the Wind Forest on the same day, and that Irina was now in seclusion in her cave, so at the very least, she was still alive.

As Irina's right-hand man, he naturally couldn't return to the Wind Forest at a time like this. As such, he was very concerned about Firis. He'd heard that Alex had arrived at Chaos City two days ago before announcing a firm stance against mercenary squads that hunted down elves, and that an elven woman had accompanied him at the time. Thus, he'd been wandering Chaos City for the past two days in order to tie up all of the loose ends in his investigation as well as to search for Firis.

Much to his surprise, Firis was in this very restaurant, and this discovery filled him with both elation and befuddlement.

During this recent period of time, he'd expended a lot of effort to search for Alex and his daughter. Even though he hadn't found any concrete leads, all of the information that he'd gathered suggested that Chaos City was the likeliest place for the two of them to be.

After investigating the few half-elves in Chaos City, everything seemed to be pointing toward this Mamy Restaurant.

Now that Alex had returned, there was no need for him to continue investigating this restaurant, but his curiosity still urged him to come here and give himself some closure in his investigation. Thus, found himself outside the restaurant, looking at Firis with a shocked expression on his face.

From what she's wearing, it appears that she's an employee of this restaurant already. Is this just a coincidence, or was it by design? Snarr turned away from the restaurant and inspected Mag out of the corners of his eyes.

Just as Snarr was getting wrapped up in his own thoughts, the restaurant doors were opened, and a half-elf little girl emerged with a curious look on her face. "Your hat looks really good, Uncle Straw Hat; did you weave it yourself?"

What?! An incredulous look immediately appeared in Snarr's eyes.

This half-elf little girl had blue eyes, long silver hair, and a little pair of virtually translucent pointy ears. Her intricate facial features looked as if they'd been carved out of a block of the finest jade, and she was the spitting image of Irina in her childhood.

Snarr appeared to be a young man, but he was actually already 200 years old. Even so, he was considered to be quite young in the elven race.

As someone who'd been designated to protect Princess Irina by the elven queen, he'd watched her grow up through every stage of her life. Even though he was nowhere near as powerful as the princess now, he could still clearly remember what the princess had looked like as a child.

This little girl was a half-elf, but her facial features were almost completely identical to those of a younger Irina, so how could he not be surprised?

"Do you not know how to talk? Are you a mute?" A hint of pity immediately appeared in Amy's eyes, and she cast a quick glance back at the restaurant before carefully pulling out a copper coin that she handed over to Snarr as she whispered, "Go by some food for yourself, Uncle Straw Hat. I saved this up in secret, so you can't let Father know."

Snarr looked at the pure smile on Amy's face and the copper coins being held in her little hands, and he experienced a sense of deja vu, just as if he were looking at the princess as a little girl who was holding a snowball in her hands.

He was wearing tattered clothes and an old straw hat, so he really did look like a homeless man at the moment.

After a brief hesitation, Snarr accepted the copper coin before giving Amy a warm smile, and then taking a final glance at the restaurant before slowly departing.

Regardless of whether he had guessed right or not, the best thing he could do for now was clearly to leave everything as it currently was.

As for approaching Firis to ask her about what had happened in the Wind Forest, that would just have to wait until a more suitable opportunity arose.

Back when Alex had appeared in Rodu, there was a sign on this restaurant's door stating that the owner had gone to Rodu to cook for the king.

When Alex had appeared in the Wind Forest and Chaos City a few days ago, the owner of this restaurant had gone out for a day to procure new ingredients.

Too many coincidences simply culminated in irrefutable truths.

After ascertaining all that, Snarr sped up even further, and quickly disappeared into the crowd on the plaza.

"What a strange uncle." Amy shook her head before setting Ugly Duckling down in front of the restaurant to play with it.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a Catering Association uniform made his way over to Amy with a smile, and asked, "Little girl, is the owner of this restaurant here?"

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Chapter 876 I Trust You"ll Also Look Very Beautiful in Female Attire

"You are looking at her."

Amy looked at the middle-aged man and nodded.

"Uh..." The man looked at Amy solemnly, and then scratched his head. "Is the owner of this restaurant your father?"

Mag heard the conversation at the door and came out. "May I help you?" he asked, looking at the man in the Catering Association uniform.

The Catering Association had disappeared from his life for a long time. After the last battle for the ranking, it was said that the Catering Association was reorganizing. They had announced to the public that the food competition had been stopped indefinitely, and that the Catering Association would take on a new look after the rectification. Mag hadn't heard anything about the Catering Association for three months.

The man's face brightened when he saw Mag.

"You must be the owner of Mamy Restaurant!" he said, excited. "You see, the Catering Association, after reorganization and improvement, is ready to launch an entirely new food competition, and now we're looking for participating restaurants. In the last competition, five dishes of Mamy Restaurant entered the top 100. Really impressive. Will you participate in this new food competition?"

"A new food competition?" Mag looked at the man, thoughtful.

Now that his restaurant was famous, there was no need to increase its popularity through food ranking. Besides, if the procedure was as tedious as before and required him to pay for his own tickets, he had no desire to participate.

Seeing the hesitation on Mag's face, the man hurriedly said, "The rules of the competition are totally different from those before. Because of the notorious fraud in the past, the result of the competition is no longer decided by guests' votes, but by a review group of 12 anonymous experts, who will eat in each restaurant and then make a fair evaluation. They will rate the dining environment and the taste of food, and then we'll get the final rankings.

"In addition to the rankings of 30 best restaurants, there are also five sub rankings, each of which have 20 spots. They are: meat dish rankings, aquatic dish rankings, soup rankings, veggie dish rankings, and snack rankings.

"No participating restaurant needs to pay any fees. The food reviewers will eat in the restaurants as ordinary guests, and will not inform the restaurants. All participating restaurants must be willing to accept the evaluation from them."

"The rules sure have changed a lot." Mag nodded slightly. These criteria were similar to those of the Michelin restaurants. Anonymous food reviewers could largely avoid the occurrence of fraud and do a more objective evaluation of food.

Having overall rankings and five sub rankings was really convenient. After all, the original purpose of food rankings was to better recommend delicious food to customers. The food association seemed to have returned to its original passion.

Of course, the more important thing was the simplification of the process. Restaurants only needed to sign up, and didn't have to spend manpower and money on the competition. That was undoubtedly a significant improvement to the previous Catering Association.

Yet Mag was still not interested. His restaurant needed to limit the flow of customers now, so there was no point in continuing to attract customers. He was not one who wanted to be the first in everything.

"New mission!" the system called out suddenly when Mag was about to politely decline. "Take part in the competition and win first place in all the rankings!"

"What?!" Mag replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Your reward for mission completion: a chance at the God of Cookery upgrade wheel. Your punishment for mission failure: dance to Gokuraku Jodo in front of the restaurant in female attire."

It was all Mag could do not to curse.

"How can you be so despicable, System?!" Mag fumed. Maybe he could take the first place in the overall rankings and four sub rankings, but he could never win the veggie dish rankings, not when he had no veggie dishes whatsoever on the menu!

Mag had not even the slightest hope of accomplishing the mission; he couldn't avoid the punishment of dancing to Gokuraku Jodo in female attire.

"I'm positive you'll find a way to do the impossible," the system, smiling. "You'll become a great God...

"...or a fantastic drag queen."

"You smug son of a..." Mag crushed out his anger as the middle-aged man looked at him with great expectations. "Sign me up," he said at last.

The man's face lit up immediately. "Great! This is the agreement. Please sign here if there is no problem." He handed a piece of paper to Mag.

Mag skimmed the terms. The agreement was simple; it was similar to what the staff had said before. There were no additional terms. It was just to confirm that the restaurant participated in the competition and accepted the evaluation from the reviewers. He signed his name and the name of his restaurant.

"I'm sure Mamy Restaurant will get a great ranking," the staff said sincerely, and took his leave.

Mag gave a dry smile.

Getting the top spot in all six rankings. The system was really pushing him to his limits.

"System, explain to me, why are you so determined to see me dance to Gokuraku Jodo in female clothing?" Mag demanded as he walked back into the restaurant in a bad mood.

"Your task has been released. You should focus on finishing it. As for your question, I choose not to answer it." Mag could hear a smile in its voice.

"You bastard!" Mag mumbled.

Mag rubbed his brow with his thumb and forefinger. He was confident he would win the overall rankings and four sub rankings, but how could he manage to take the first spot in the veggie dish rankings? The only dish that hadn't been launched was Peking Duck, but there was no way a Peking Duck would pass for a veggie dish!

Firis was waiting expectantly for Mag to teach her how to cook, but when she saw his furrowed brow, she became nervous and uneasy. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked hesitantly in a small voice.

Yet Mag was so preoccupied with his own thoughts, he seemed not to hear her. "Maybe I can stir-fry some bean sprouts."

Firis's cheeks turned red in a split second. Bean Sprout was the nickname used only by her princess, so when she heard Mag say it, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"Bean sprout?" Amy echoed, looking at Firis with her big eyes. "Big Sister Bean Sprout? I like the sound of it!"

Firis opened her mouth and closed it. She looked at Amy's innocent face and nodded with a wry smile.

By then, Mag had remembered himself. He cleared his mind and turned to Firis. "Let's go to the market and buy some ingredients for you to practice your cooking skills."

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Chapter 877 Pikachu

Amy needed to study in Urien's place today. Mag took her there, and then took Firis to the market.

"Pikachu! A freshly caught pikachu! Its meat is tenderer than rabbit! A rare 1st-tier electric-type magic beast. Come and buy it!"

"Ice and fire lotuses, freshly picked from the Kachar mountain, 1000 gold coins each. They are perfect tonics for prolonging life!"

"Blood python from the black swamp, alive! Only 100 gold coins! Don't worry about killing, draining blood, and cutting out the gallbladder; I'll do it for you. Although it's extremely poisonous, its blood and gallbladder are both very nourishing, and they are particularly helpful to detoxify your body. Its meat can be used to make soup, which is divine!"

Mag and Firis were greeted by cries of sellers as soon as they entered the market.

There were all kinds of beasts and ordinary livestock hanging on meat racks. They had been skinned. Some butchers were killing animals in their stands. The scene was quite brutal and bloody.

Mag took a look at the penguin-like creature in the cage at a stand. Although it was yellow and looked just like a pikachu, it didn't seem to be able to release a 100,000 volt thunderbolt. Its teeth were deformed and rotten. Obviously it could not make a good pet. It could only lie there pitifully, waiting to be eaten.

This was the first time that Firis had come to the market. The sight of bloody meat hanging on racks and beasts struggling in the hands of butchers was too much for her. She hid behind Mag, her face pale like the white of a hardboiled egg.

Mag looked back at Firis and quickly understood her fear and confusion. He smiled, and said, "This is the market. Residents of Chaos City can buy all kinds of ingredients here, and then they take them home to cook. It's somewhat different from obtaining ingredients directly in the wild. Most of the butchers in charge of slaughter are not hunters. They buy game from hunters or mercenaries, then kill and sell it in the market. Buyers just need to come here to get the ingredients they want. That is the division of labor and cooperation in the market."

"Division of labor?" Firis echoed, thoughtful. She watched as a man in front of a stall pointed to a piece of meat, paid some coins, and then took the meat directly.

The elves of the Wind Forest lived a life of self-sufficiency. Some of the elves were in charge of hunting, and some of them were responsible for cooking. They didn't have to pay for food, unlike the people here. Buying things from people she didn't know seemed strange to her.

"Markets are product of social development," said Mag. "When people produce more than they can consume, superfluous product appears, which can then be traded. The use of currency greatly facilitates the trading of goods. Most parts of the Norland Continent are very developed; you can buy almost anything you want anywhere as long as you have money. You elves prefer to keep to yourselves. You don't use money unless you do business with other races."

"Currency, product..." Firis had never used money in the Wind Forest. She could find everything she needed in the forest or in their warehouse. Only then did she realize that the world outside the forest was so different.

"Let's buy some beef first. I'll teach you how to make beef kebabs today," Mag told Firis, and then he went straight to a beef stand.

Making the sauce and adjusting the temperature of the cookfire required skills. The kebabs had to be watched over by someone all the time and kept turning to avoid being burned. Mag had to do everything himself, so he often overcooked some kebabs, and sometimes even burned a whole batch. It hurt him to waste expensive ingredients.

It would be great if someone could help him make beef kebabs.

Of course, the most important thing was there were many people who ordered kebabs, so he could make huge profits off this dish every day.

Mag had first planned to have Firis start with Yangzhou fried rice, but he had thought better of it. It would be much more difficult and take a longer time for her to master Yangzhou fried rice.

The eggs had to be perfectly wrapped over the rice grains and not be damaged in the process of stir-frying. All the ingredients had to achieve their perfect tastes at the exact same time. Furthermore, wielding a heavy iron wok required skill as well as strength. So, Mag had decided not to teach Firis cooking Yangzhou fried rice.

Besides, Mag could operate four woks at the same time.

After careful consideration, he felt beef kebabs were undoubtedly the best for Firis to learn.

Firis quickened her pace to catch up with Mag. "You'll teach me how to grill cubes of beef over a cookfire?" she asked, her voice full of pleasant surprise.

"Yes." Mag said, looking over the beef on the rack.

A bright smile bloomed on her face. The way Mag cooked the beef was totally different from what she had seen before. She had never seen anyone cut beef into small pieces and grill them on skewers, but the taste of that dish was to die for.

She would soon be able to find out what secrets lay in that dish. She was extremely excited, but she managed to calm herself down and watched Mag select beef. Learning how to choose ingredients was the first step to becoming a good cook. That was what Mag told her on their way here.

"I'll have the chuck part," Mag said, pointing. "Could you please cut off the lean meat at the bottom? I don't want that."

"This meat is very good. Stew it in a pot, and you'll get yourself a perfect dish to go with wine. You really don't want it?" The butcher smiled and picked up the meat.

Mag shook his head. "Good as it is, I don't need it."

"OK, I'll cut it off for you." The butcher said nothing more. He cut off the lean meat, weighed the other part, tied it with a length of straw rope, and handed it to Mag.

Mag paid the money and took Firis to the next beef stand.

Firis looked at the meat in Mag's hand. Thin lines of fat ran through the beef. Beautiful.

Yet, she didn't understand why Mag chose the chuck part, because most people preferred to eat lean meat.

Mag saw the doubt on her face. "Chuck meat is the best when it comes to making kebabs. The fat in it is the secret. Put the meat on the fire. You don't need to brush much oil over it. The fat will melt and come out and make the meat tenderer and juicier," he explained with a smile.

"But not all chuck meat is good enough. Look at the meat I chose. The fat is evenly distributed, and the meat is fresh. This chunk of meat is top grade, but that one is not," he said, pointing to a piece of meat hanging on a rack.

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Chapter 878 It"s Much More Comfortable Sitting Here Than Standing In The Kitchen

Mag continued to search for top-grade beef while explaining to Firis. The girl listened attentively. She had already gotten totally used to the smells of the market and the scenes of animal slaughter. She asked questions when she didn't understand, and Mag answered them one by one.

They visited five beef stands in a row, but only managed to find two acceptable pieces of chuck meat. "Considering it's already noon, I can't complain too much. Anyway, the two pieces should be enough for you to practice your skills, I think."

"When is the best time to come to the market, Boss?" asked Firis curiously.

"The best time to come is in the morning, when all the ingredients are the freshest," answered Mag, "but smart buyers will wait here even before dawn begins to break because that's when the butchers start to work. This way, they get to see the health of the cattle, and the beef cut from the freshly slaughtered cattle is indisputably the best."

"You are obviously an expert in buying meat, sir," a man running a beef stand cut in. "The people who are responsible for buying ingredients for big and small restaurants come here as soon as the market lights go on in the early hours of morning. They place their orders even before the livestock is killed, so you can't hope to buy a good part like a kidney if you don't come early enough."

"Some people come here that early just to buy the best parts of meat?" Firis didn't understand, but she looked at Mag with admiration. She had seen his attitude towards food, so she was convinced that Mag had to be among those people.

Mag nodded. "Ingredients are the foundation of food. A great chef can make a delicious dish with inferior ingredients, to be sure, but that dish is far from perfect in his mind."

"Are perfect ingredients always expensive and rare?" asked Firis.

"Not necessarily. In fact, perfect ingredients have nothing to do with price or rarity," Mag said, shaking his head slightly. "It's meaningless to use phoenix eggs in fried rice for ordinary people. Different restaurants target different kinds of customers. Know your target customers and make the best food they can afford. That's the basic ability of an excellent chef."

"Make the best food the target customers can afford," Firis echoed, thoughtful.

There were many kinds of vegetables at the market, such as radishes, cabbages, and green peppers. Mag also found some strange ones that were unique to this world, such as monkey heads and overlords, which opened his eyes to a large extent, but he still hadn't figured out what vegetable he should cook for the competition.

The system wanted him to do the impossible, so he judged that he only had himself to rely on to win the veggie dish rankings.

Perhaps the system wanted to test his creative abilities in cooking.

He could never do such a shameful thing as dancing in front of the restaurant in female clothing.

Mag made note of the vegetables he had seen today in his mind. He decided to think about the veggie dishes he had tried in his previous life when he went back. Without the system's experience bag, he felt pressure weighing down on him.

"It's getting late. Time to get back. It takes time to make sauce. If we go back too late, I won't be able to teach you how to cook kebabs today," Mag told Firis. He bought some spices at a spice stand, and then took Firis back to the restaurant.

Mag put on his apron, stopped at the kitchen door, and looked back at Firis, who was tying up her apron around her waist. "Are you sure you want to become a cook?" he asked suddenly.

Firis thought for a moment, and then nodded solemnly.

"Good. I hope you can become a good cook soon. I'll promote you and double your salary when you're good enough." Mag smiled and stepped into the kitchen.

"The temperature of the cookfire is crucial when grilling beef kebabs," Mag said when they were both in the kitchen. "It will take a lot of practice to get the hang of adjusting the temperature, but before that, I'll teach you how to make sauce, which is also very important.

"If kebab is the body, then sauce is the soul. Anyone can grill kebabs, but they can have 100 different tastes in 100 different places. Why is that? Because they use different sauces. As such, how good a kebab tastes depends largely on how good the sauce is."

Mag put the spices he had just bought at the market on the table.

"So how to make the sauce, Boss?" Firis asked, looking at Mag nervously. Her learning journey had begun.

"There are three kinds of sauces I make, which are barbecue sauce, spicy sauce, and garlic sauce. The three sauces bring three different flavors to the beef Kebabs sold in the restaurant, which can satisfy most of the customers." Mag smiled. "Of course, you can always be inventive and create new sauces, but unless customers love them, you can't use them. Now let me show you the spices you need and how to make the three sauces."

Firis nodded. "OK." She seldom used spices when cooking; salt was the only seasoning she added in most cases, so she didn't know much about the spices, which had strange fragrance.

Mag put the beef in the fridge, and then patiently introduced Firis to the spices.

Of course, a chef's best teacher was their tongue and nose. After chewing dozens of peppercorns, Firis memorized the numbing sensation they created in the mouth.

Mag taught her how to make the barbecue sauce first. He told her in detail the order in which each spice was added, the amount needed, and the time interval between them. Then he walked out of the kitchen, leaving Firis to it.

It had taken Mag several tens of days to master the skills of making the three sauces, so he didn't hold out much hope of her making something to his satisfaction by dinner.

Mag found a piece of paper and a pencil, and put them on the table. He then poured himself a cup of tea and sat down. It was much more comfortable sitting here than standing in the kitchen.

He began to think about the vegetable dishes he had eaten in his previous life that impressed him.

"Sour and spicy shredded potatoes, braised bamboo shoots, fried corn..." One dish after another passed through Mag's mind. He had tried many amazing veggie dishes, but he didn't know which one could beat all the restaurants in the Aden Square and make it to the top of the veggie dish rankings.

"Which one should I choose?" When he raised his head and looked into the kitchen, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Spices were flying in a circle around Firis, like the ribbon around a dancer.

Green light shone from her body, her eyes closed tightly; she looked as if she were meditating.

Suddenly, her eyes snapped open.

The spices fell into the bowl in front of her. The soy sauce bottle floated up, the lid came off, and the soy sauce poured into the bowl without her even touching it. More bottles and cans were opened, and various kinds of spices and seasonings were added into the big bowl in an orderly fashion.

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Chapter 879 No, It"s Just Perfec

"Look, System! Look! She is using magic to make sauce! That's not fair!" Mag called out to the system after freezing for a moment in shock.

Wind elements were circling around the body of Firis, adding the spices and seasonings into the big bowl in front of her. Bottles and cans were floating in the air with their lids open. It looked like a miracle to Mag.

The system sighed. "Everything would be a lot easier if she were my host."

Mag didn't know if her magic would make the sauce even more magical, but he was clearly impressed. He looked envious. "Magicians sure are cooler than swordsmen!"

Five minutes later, the bottles and cans were covered again, and flew gently back to their original positions.

Firis looked down at the brown thick sauce in front of her, surprised and happy. The fragrance of the sauce found its way into her nose. It seemed that it was no different from the sauce made by Mag.

The pleasant smell tickled his nose the moment Mag walked into the kitchen. "Done?" He took a deep sniff and decided he liked the mellow fragrance. The aroma alone was enough for Mag to think highly of it.

"Yes, please try it." Firis looked at Mag, her hands gripping her skirt nervously.

Mag walked over. The brown sauce in the large porcelain bowl looked very thick. He stirred it gently with a chopstick, forming ripples on the surface. The mixture was smooth, without any lumps whatsoever.

"The fragrance is good, and so is the thickness," Mag said. Then he brought the chopstick to his mouth and licked it with the tip of his tongue. He closed his eyes.

The mellow taste of the sauce spread across his mouth in a heartbeat. All the different spices and seasonings had contributed a variety of flavors to the sauce, fascinating him.

However, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. What was it?

Mag's brow wrinkled. He had to admit, though, that she had done quite well on the very first try after seeing him demonstrate it only once. She was absolutely a genius.

After all, the sauce he had made for the first time was extremely disgusting, even with the system's experience bag.

Her sauce was very good, but it seemed to Mag something was missing.

Firis looked at Mag uneasily. Her heart sank when she saw him frown.

Although she hadn't expected to succeed on her first attempt, she had hoped that the sauce would be near the required standard.

Mag didn't open his eyes. He licked the chopstick one more time.

The kitchen was so quiet she could hear her own nervous breathing. Ugly duckling raised its lazy head from the counter, only to drop it back down again when it saw what they were about.

After what seemed to be several minutes, Mag opened his eyes, put down the chopstick, and looked at Firis. "Did you use magic to stir it?"

"Yes," Firis answered hurriedly. "I used a miniature tornado to drive the sauce to rotate so that everything can be mixed up completely. Is there a problem?"

"No wonder." Mag smiled as Firis kept a tense expression. "You have combined everything almost perfectly, but the soul of your sauce is lost."

"The soul?" Firis was as confused as she was depressed.

Mag saw the discouraged look on her face. "Don't lose heart. You did a much better job than I had when I tried making it for the first time. The sauce I made was just awful. You mixed all the spices and seasonings very well. The quantity and order of them were well controlled, and there were almost no defects and errors. You should be proud of yourself. "

Firis's eyes brightened again.

"But good food has a soul," continued Mag. "Precision is just one of the many key elements. Only when you feel the change of food with your heart and hands can you infuse the soul into it."

"So should I abandon magic and cook with my hands?" Firis asked.

Mag shook his head. "No. Your talent in magic is your advantage. It can make you control more accurately. You don't know how many chefs wish to have the power that you have." He pointed to the sauce in front of him. "There is only one thing you need to improve. Use your hand instead of magic to mix the sauce. Feel the change of everything, and use your heart to feel the critical point where everything is perfect. Your sauce will be impeccable when you find that point.

"Although magic is convenient, that critical point can only be felt by your hands. Remember, overdoing is as much to be avoided as underdoing."

"Critical point..." After thinking for a moment, Firis's eyes suddenly lit up. She finally understood why Mag was such a great chef. He didn't just cook with his hands; he cooked with his heart, and he became one with the food and the tools he used when cooking.

Firis was a good cook herself. She had thought cooking was boring and difficult, so she had seldom used her hands, let alone heart. Mag's words were like a beam of light, lighting up her way.

She could cook with precision, but the soul of a dish lay in the chef's devotion.

"Try again," Mag said with a smile, and then left the kitchen.

"Not even enough. Try again.

"The thickness is wrong.

"No."

...

Mag sat at the table, tasting the sauces made by Firis and making brief comments.

He had lost count of how many times he had said no, but she was not even a bit disheartened. Her determination never wavered.

The sun crept slowly towards the western horizon. Mag looked at the clock on the wall. It was time to prepare dinner. When he was about to stand up, Firis came out with another bowl of sauce and put it gently in front of Mag. She looked calm, but the expectation in her eyes was hard to hide.

Mag looked at the sauce. It was thick and smooth, and smelled wonderful.

He dipped a chopstick into it and tasted it.

His eyes widened. A familiar and delicious taste exploded on his tongue. It was rich and strong, just the way he liked it.

"Is it bad?" asked Firis nervously.

"No, it's just perfect!" Mag put down the chopstick and stared at her like she were a treasure he had found.

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880 Eggplant With Garlic SauceFiris flushed under Mag's stare, but she was also over the moon.

She had searched for the critical point that Mag had told her the whole afternoon. After countless trials and errors, she had finally understood the characteristics of those spices more deeply and found the critical point this time.

It was a very strange feeling. She had stopped stirring the sauce when a voice suddenly sounded in her head, telling her to stop.

"Congratulations! You have mastered the mixing of barbecue-flavored sauce. I'll teach you the other two sauces next time. Now let me show you how to grill kebabs." Mag got up and went to the kitchen. Firis smiled excitedly and hastily followed after.

Grilling kebabs was easier said than done. Firis had so much to learn; how to control the fire, how to turn the kebabs to cook them evenly, when to brush the sauce, and how to tell when they were cooked to perfection. These skills could only be obtained through a large amount of practice.

Cutting beef into cubes and skewering them was effortless to Firis. She could do it much quicker than Mag with the help of magic.

In order to train her, Mag asked her to cut all the beef he needed for tonight and had her skewer it with bamboo sticks. Then he asked her to cut up all the other ingredients for other dishes, and told her it was also to train her cutting skills.

Mag watched as evenly chopped pieces of ingredients fell into several large containers. Each and every piece was so beautiful that even he himself couldn't do better. He looked at Firis, who was now surrounded by many tiny wind blades. She's like a cutting machine, Mag thought to himself.

Mag used to take two hours to prepare the ingredients, but Firis finished it in half an hour.

Mag then happily started teaching her how to cook beef kebab.

He told her about the advantages of beef kebabs and the temperature range of the grill, and taught her when to do what and how to do it. He was patient and meticulous.

But still he worried it might prove to be too difficult, especially for one who was new to kebabs.

It had taken him dozens of days of practice to make the kebabs acceptable to the system, and that had been with the help of the experience of many master chefs.

Of course, he had the patience to wait. It was not easy to become a chef. The good thing was she had talent as well as basic skills.

Firis listened attentively. Grilling kebabs was not of the same difficulty level as making sauce; she could tell just by listening to him.

"I have taught you everything you need to know. Remember the taste and then recreate it," Mag said, handing over one of the two kebabs he had just cooked to Firis, and walked out of the kitchen, eating the other one. Firis had helped him finish the preparation of ingredients in advance, so he had one more hour to rest today.

Firis looked at the beef kebab in her hand. The strong aroma of the beef and sauce made her mouth water. The sauce was made by her, while the beef was bought at the market.

The fat parts of the beef looked like small crystals. The sauce was well distributed. The surface of each piece was covered with grease. It looked very tempting.

After a short hesitation, Firis opened her mouth and bit off a piece of beef.

Her beautiful eyes went round when her white teeth bit into the meat. Tasty juice came out and mixed with the sauce, stimulating her taste buds. The sauce made the beef even more flavorful.

The more she chewed, the better it tasted, so she naturally chewed faster and faster. It was an interesting virtuous circle. She chewed happily until she swallowed the meat into her stomach, yet the pleasant taste still lingered in her mouth.

This beef kebab tasted a little different from the ones she had had for lunch. Perhaps that was because she now had a much deeper understanding of this dish now that she had seen firsthand Mag's wisdom and skills in making the sauce and grilling the kebabs.

She finished her kebab in no time at all. She licked the sauce off her fingers, her eyes shining with determination.

She looked at Mag, who was writing on a piece of paper, took a deep breath, and picked up a raw beef kebab.

...

"Eggplant with garlic sauce... maybe this dish will help me win the competition," Mag whispered.

Mag's eyes suddenly brightened after crossing off countless dishes. He wrote down eggplant with garlic sauce on the paper and then circled the four words.

Eggplant with garlic sauce was one of Mag's favorite dishes. He also liked grilled eggplant, which was a famous street dish that could bring happiness to anyone who ate it.

Mag still remembered the taste of the eggplant with garlic sauce he had tried in a small restaurant in Sichuan Province. Authentic or not, it was the best eggplant with garlic sauce he had ever had.

He had made a second visit to that place later, only to find a new building standing where the old and shabby restaurant should've been; it had been demolished.

Fortunately, on a whim, Mag had asked the owner there about how he had cooked it. The man clearly hadn't intended to keep it a secret. He had happily shared his experience with his curious customer. Mag searched his memories, and found he could still recall the ingredients and steps.

Yet knowing the ingredients and steps was not enough to make the dish magnificent. He had to figure out the amount of spices and seasonings, the temperature of the stove, and the most important thing—how to make chili broad bean paste.

Chili broad bean paste was the most necessary ingredient in this dish, which was also one of the most important seasonings in Sichuan cuisine. It could be found in the kitchen of almost every family in Sichuan. In the eyes of many residents living there, eggplant with garlic sauce was not authentic without chili broad bean paste.

Adding some chili broad bean paste into the hot oil would give the dish a distinctive flavor, resulting in a pleasant and persistent aftertaste.

The chili broad bean paste was essential in twice-cooked pork slices with green peppers and Dongpo pig knuckle as well as in eggplant with garlic sauce.

Making bean paste was also a must-learn skill for every housewife in Sichuan.

Of course Mag didn't have this skill.

However, as a fan of Sichuan cuisine, he had criticized many Sichuan restaurants. In order to make himself look professional, he had made several trips to Sichuan's Pixian county to watch the residents there make the chili broad bean paste. He hadn't asked them for the recipe, though. Now he only vaguely remembered the ingredients and steps.

Mag looked at the steps and ingredients he had written down and sighed. "What I know right now is too little. I need to practice a lot to figure out the best recipe. The competition will start in five days. I don't know if I can make the eggplant with garlic sauce perfect by then."

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Chapter 881 Big Sister Bean Sprout's Breasts Are Too Small.

The restaurant would open soon. Mag decided to use eggplant with garlic sauce to compete with other restaurants, but he needed to conduct many experiments to determine the amount of ingredients and seasonings needed for the dish.

This dish was undoubtedly a new challenge for Mag because he didn't have the experience and recipe of the master chefs this time. He not only needed patience, but also had to use his understanding of cooking so far to make the dish to his satisfaction.

He put away the pen and paper and walked towards the kitchen door. Firis hadn't brought out a beef kebab for him to try. He was a little curious about her study progress.

It seems that her talent in cooking doesn't include kebabs, Mag thought. He stood at the door, smiling at Firis standing nervously in front of the grill.

Her smooth forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat, her eyes fixed on the kebab on the grill. She held the kebab in a stiff hand as if she were holding a bomb that would explode at any moment.

The failed kebabs were piled up on a plate beside her. Some of them were burnt black as charcoal, some of the bamboo sticks were burnt, and some were half cooked. There was not even one beef kebab that looked edible.

Mag took a look at the charred beef kebab in Firis's hand, and walked into the kitchen. He looked at the frustrated Firis with a smile, and said, "I used to burn them like you."

Firis turned around and looked at Mag in disbelief. "But you're a genius chef!"

"No, actually I'm not. I'm just luckier and more diligent than others." Of course, the main reason is that I'm lucky, Mag thought to himself.

Confidence returned to Firis's eyes.

Mag dumped the failed kebabs on the plate into the garbage can, cleaned up the stove, and smiled at Firis. "Your training today is over. You will start work the day after tomorrow. You will be responsible for all the cutting work. Practice in the restaurant in your spare time. If you have something to do tonight, you can go ahead and leave after dinner, or you can stay here if you want."

"I'd like to watch you cook if you don't mind." Firis looked at Mag with bright eyes. Maybe she used to worship only her princess, but now she worshiped one more person.

Mag nodded. "Sure. I'll find you a place to stay tonight." He was happy that Firis was studious. He hoped that she could grow into an excellent cook as soon as possible, because then she could do more kitchen work for him.

Mag had decided to change the dorm where his employees now lived to four bedrooms. Their house was large enough for two more rooms.

"How do you want your room decorated?" Mag asked suddenly, looking at Firis, who was cleaning up the kitchen.

The girl didn't understand. "My room?"

"Yes. Your room. You can live with other employees in a big house," Mag explained. "How do you want it decorated?" He had given up on guessing what a woman liked because of what had happened before.

Firis felt warm inside. No one had ever cared about her or considered what she wanted except for the princess. Now she met Mag, who taught her to cook and offered her a place to stay. Her heart was pounding as she looked at his kind smile. "I... I like it simple. I don't need it to be fancy."

She lowered her head and stole a glance at Mag. "Am I asking too much?"

"No, of course not," Mag said, smiling. "You're asking too little, actually." She was too shy, but a simple room would save him a lot of money.

"System!" Mag called out.

He haggled with the system and bought a room for Firis for 30,000 copper coins, including decoration and furniture.

"Father!" Amy said as soon as she stepped into the door. "My friends' parents are going to the parent-teacher meeting. Will you go there too?"

Mag was surprised. "Parent-teacher meeting?" He looked at his daughter with her school bag on her back. Krassu and Urien came to his house every day, and they only had one student. Did they really need to hold a parent-teacher meeting?

Amy nodded. "Yes. Daphne told me about that after school. Everyone's parents will be there. You'll be there too, right?" She looked up at Mag expectantly with her big blue eyes.

Now he understood. The parent-teacher meeting was held by the Chaos School. Krassu had never notified him of this meeting, and although Amy went to the Chaos School every day, she had no classmates studying with her, so it would be really strange for him to attend that meeting.

Yet he couldn't turn his little girl down, not when she was looking at him like that. He stroked her head with a smile. "Of course I will. I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

"Thank you, Father!" Amy jumped up and down with excitement, swinging Mag's arm back and forth happily. "You're the best!"

Firis smiled as she looked at them. She felt envious and happy all at once for the loving father and daughter.

"There is one problem, though," Amy said. Her excitement had given way to sadness. "Daphne says two parents should both attend."

"I see," Mag said, thoughtful. Then his face lit up. "What about we find someone to pose as your mother?"

They both looked to Firis.

The female elf froze for an instant before understanding what was going on. She could hear her heart thumping in her chest. She had promised to babysit Mag's daughter, but she never signed up for this.

Yet Amy was so adorable and Mag had raised her up all by himself. Her heart went out to him. Amy will be isolated by her classmates if her mother won't show, Firis thought. Posing as her mother... it's not that difficult. I can do it.

"No," Amy said, shaking her head. "Big Sister Bean Sprout's breasts are too small."

Mag nodded his agreement. "And she's too young to be your mother."

...

Firis: "..."

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Chapter 882 Big Brother Blour Would Look Gorgeous In Female Clothing

It snowed all the year round on the frost island. From time to time, a snow-white frost dragon glided across the sky.

The buildings standing in this ice and snow world looked like many huge ice cones, magnificent and beautiful.

In a grand castle, six people were sitting at a table. Fox was at the head, and the other five were old with gray hair.

"Unless you can prove Rankster is dead, Douglas won't approve of you sitting on the throne," said the old man sitting at Fox's right hand.

Another old man nodded. "Rankster was badly injured during his fight with Alex, and then he went missing with Alex three years ago. We have searched the whole continent, and only found some of his personal effects. His body has never been recovered."

Fox snorted. "His fire burned out two years ago. You all know what that means. It means he's dead! Is Douglas too blind to see that? Or did Rankster hit him so hard in the head that he is unable to use his head to think?"

"His fire here has burned out, yes, but the one in the Golden Dragon clan hasn't, low as it is burning, so he is alive, or at least his soul is. Rankster is hard to kill. Everyone knows that."

The table fell silent. Loath though Fox might be to admit it, it was true. Rankster was indeed very hard to kill.

Rankster was a legend. His father was a royal member of the Frost Dragon clan, but he had a golden dragon for a wife.

Frost dragons and golden dragons were at war with each other when his father fell in love with his mother. Countless dragons had been killed. Hatred was spreading like fire.

Both clans wanted to murder Rankster when he was just a fetus in his mother's womb. When he was born, his mother risked her own life and took him back to his father on the frost island.

Douglas, who was then the chief of the Frost Dragon clan, carried the baby into the sea and let the waves wash him away.

When everyone thought he was dead, he came back 20 years later, and began his legendary life.

He killed countless powerful dragons of both the Frost Dragon clan and the Golden Dragon clan, and fought his way to the very top, forcing Douglas to abdicate and give the throne to him, and putting an end to the war between the two clans which had lasted over 1,000 years.

He had been rumored to be dead many times, but he had come back every time, stronger than ever.

He had earned himself the nickname "King Immortal". Just his name alone was enough to strike fear into most people.

He had been one of the three strongest dragons on dragon islands.

About 10 years ago, he met Alex, who was also a most fearsome fighter.

Their power shook the dragon islands. The deep rift across the main island spoke volumes about how fierce their fight had been.

Rankster lost, and was severely injured. He went into seclusion.

Alex won, but was also badly injured. He recovered later, and embarked on his dragon-slaying journey.

No one knew how bad Rankster's injuries were. He had never gone into seclusion because of his injuries before. His seclusion lasted seven years.

Three years ago, word of Alex being ambushed in Rodu found its way to the dragon islands.

Rankster came out of seclusion, and then went missing.

Some said he didn't believe Alex was dead and had gone looking for him.

The others said he had committed suicide because his life was meaningless now that his rival was gone.

One thing was certain: the frost dragons had no leader to guide them now.

So, naturally, there was a lot of discussion about picking a new leader.

Most frost dragons had wanted Douglas to assume the crown, but to their surprise, he refused. He suggested holding off finding a new leader, and wanted to locate Rankster first.

He told them that even if they couldn't find Rankster, the crown should go to a young dragon. He believed the frost dragons needed young blood to lead them.

With Rankster nowhere to be found, many young dragons couldn't help but feel tempted by the throne.

Fox was one of them. He was Rankster's half-brother, and they were close. He was a 9th-tier dragon. Of course his power couldn't hold a handle to that of Rankster, but he was one of strongest in the younger generation.

Another popular candidate was Elizabeth, Rankster's daughter.

She had the pure blood of the frost dragons in her veins and was talented just like her father. She had reached the 7th-tier before adulthood, and she had the potential to reach the 10th-tier before she turned 100 years old.

Considering that dragons could live for thousands of years, she would definitely go far.

However, since her father had killed many frost dragons and his mother was a golden dragon, not many people wanted to see her on the throne.

Yet Douglas seemed to quite like her, so many frost dragons chose to sit on the fence.

The golden dragons supported Elizabeth, of course. After all, her grandmother was a golden dragon.

The throne was tantalizingly close, but Fox couldn't reach it.

If not for Elizabeth, he would have already become the king of frost dragons.

Fox clenched his fists in anger. "Alex is not dead, so Rankster will challenge him to a duel again if he's also alive. If he ends up dead, the crown will pass on to me."

"That's not going to happen," said a cold voice. "Not when Elizabeth is alive."

...

"Big Sister Miya has horns, but I have no horns, so she can't be my mother," said Amy.

"Big Sister Babla's breasts are also small. Very small. Too small. So, she won't do, either."

Babla blushed but said nothing. Amy and Mag looked at Sally in unison.

Amy nodded. "Big Sister Aisha is beautiful and mature, and she's an elf. She can pass for my mother." Then she turned to Mag. "Big Brother Blour would look gorgeous in female clothing, I think." She smiled. "He could pose as my mother too if you don't mind, Father."

"I mind!" Mag said hurriedly.

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Chapter 883 If Only I Could Marry Him

"Have you tried the new dish?"

"The one that smells like feet that haven't been washed in years? No. And I don't plan to."

"Yeah. It's stinky as hell, so don't bother trying it. After all, they only serve 100 portions each day."

The guests waiting outside the restaurant were chatting away. Obviously stinky tofu had beaten tofu pudding and become the new most popular topic of conversation.

"Carla, don't tell me you're taking me here to try this new dish they're talking about," a girl in a purple golden outfit said with a worried look to her friend in pink standing in front of her.

Her name was Christy, a manager at a branch of Buffett Banks at the young age of 23. She had only worked there for five years, but her outstanding performance had secured her fame as well as a high position.

Carla was her bestie. Her family owned over a dozen mines in the goblins' territory. They did business together on a regular basis, so they naturally had become best friends.

Carla was a serial eater. She liked hunting for tasty and weird food, and always dragged her bestie along with her.

Christy wasn't a big fan of food, but she accompanied her whenever she could.

She never ate food which had a strong and unpleasant smell, for most of her clients were members of the upper class, and she had to keep her breath nice and sweet at all times.

Tonight she had to attend a formal dinner, over which she had planned to seal a major deal with an important client, so she couldn't allow anything with a foul smell to pass her lips before that.

Carla had asked her several times to come to Mamy Restaurant, but she had been quite busy. Her banquet tonight wouldn't start for a couple hours, so she decided it wouldn't hurt to grab a quick meal with Carla after she badgered her over and over again. She planned to go home and change into her formal dress after eating here.

"No! When did I ever disappoint you? I'm telling you, the owner here is amazing. He even cooked for the king of the Roth Empire not long ago and won first prize. Can you believe that? You definitely should try his cooking." Carla leaned over and whispered in Christy's ear, "And he is super handsome. Your type, I think."

"Stop making fun of me," Christy said with a smile, touching Carla's head. She was intrigued by the owner who had cooked for the king, though.

"It's annoying that I can't eat as much as I want." Abraham sighed. "But the doctors said pretty much the same as Mag had said, so I guess I have to take their advice and try and avoid an early grave. This way, I'll enjoy several more years of good food."

"Welcome! Please come in!"

The door opened with a ding, and Mag stepped out with a smile.

Christy blinked at him. Mag's tight-fitting black-and-white chef's suit made him look tall and well-shaped. Unlike other cooks, he was clean, his apron stainless. His skin was fair, his eyes clear and black, and the moustache on his attractive face making him look more mature.

"He's quite good-looking, right? He has a daughter, though, and she is also very cute. You'll get a little angel for a daughter if you marry him," Carla said, smiling.

Christy looked surprised. "He has a daughter?"

That was when Amy stepped out from behind Mag. "Don't make trouble while eating please. Follow the rules, or I'll get angry. Trust me, you don't want to make me angry."

She was an adorable half-elf, but she was talking like a grown-up. The crowd couldn't help but smile.

"She's so cute!"

"Whenever I feel down, I come here. The food and little Amy never fail to make me feel better."

"She's the owner's daughter? So lovable! I love the way she talks. I'll definitely eat here tonight."

"If only I could marry him. He's handsome and knows how to cook. His daughter is cute and powerful. I'd give anything to marry him."

The crowd was excited at the sight of Mag and Amy.

"She's indeed very lovely." Christy found, to her surprise, she couldn't tear her eyes away from Amy. She was a workaholic. She had thought babies would be nothing but an encumbrance to her, yet looking at Amy now, she found herself desiring a girl just like her.

"He is single, I hear. You should make your move on him," Carla jested. "He is the most eligible bachelor in the whole city, but I'm willing to hand him over to you. Don't worry, I'll pay even after you've become the boss lady here. Just promise me you'll sell me one more tofu pudding every day. They are better than any skin creams."

Christy felt Carla's forehead with her hand. "You're not having a fever, but why are you hallucinating? He is not yours, so it might be a little tricky for you to hand him over to me. Besides, I don't feel like becoming a boss lady here. I have my own career to worry about."

Carla took Christy's hand off her forehead and smiled. "I know you always put your career first. But... that may change after you have tried the food here."

"Come on in!" Mag said, stroking Amy's head. His daughter was his security guard, whose job was protecting the restaurant and keeping customers from dining and dashing.

And she was really good at her job.

Mag and Amy stood aside to let them in.

The regulars greeted the father and daughter as they headed into the restaurant. Mag welcomed them warmly.

"You look really sharp today, Boss Mag," Carla said, giving him a sweet smile.

"Father looks sharp every day. But no second helping of tofu pudding for you, Big Sister," Amy said before Mag could reply.

Carla: "..."

Mag's lips curved in a smile. "You're not looking too bad yourself," he said to Carla, who always asked him to sell her more tofu pudding. Of course, Mag turned her down politely every time.

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Chapter 884 You"re Even Crazier Than Me

"Thank you." Carla managed a smile and walked in quickly.

Christy was shocked. Other restaurants treated her friend as an important guest, but clearly she couldn't even get a second helping of tofu pudding here. She smiled at Mag courteously, took another look at Amy, and followed Carla in.

Mag's eyes lingered on Christy for a moment. She was so attractive that even Mag couldn't help but stare at her. Her golden hair was tied neatly and beautifully at the back of her head, her purple golden ensemble somewhat like what a lady in his previous life working in an office would wear, her brown eyes giving off such confidence. Mag recognized the emblem on her front. The picture was not strange to anyone living in Chaos City.

She holds a pretty high position in the Buffett Banks, I think, Mag thought to himself. He glanced at the information displayed by the omniscient door. Christy, female, 23, body functioning well, save for inflammation of a small part of the stomach lining.

Mag shook his head. Young people tend to work too hard to remember eating at regular hours. Such a young manager. She must have worked her a*ss off to get where she is today, or she has slept with Scheer.

But there is no way Scheer would let anyone share her bed, so this girl must be very good at what she does.

Smiling, Mag made his way to the kitchen.

"We only supply 100 portions of stinky tofu in the evening every day, so each customer is limited to one portion," Yabemiya announced with a smile. "Those who want to order stinky tofu, please sit in this area."

"Only 100? And one portion each? That's too stingy!"

"Even the rules about tofu pudding are not this unpleasant."

The ones who had tried stinky tofu yesterday were clearly not quite pleased, but there was nothing they could do but complain and come earlier.

"Let's sit over there, Christy," Carla said, dragging her to the stinky tofu area.

Yet Christy didn't move. "You want to eat that stinky tofu?"

"You'll like it too, I promise. One bite, and you'll fall for its fantastic taste."

Christy shook her head. "It's stinky!"

"If you really don't want it," Carla whispered, "order one for me. I can only order one myself.

"Come on, Christy, do it for me," said Carla, putting on a pitiful look.

Christy was resigned; she knew how deeply her friend loved food. "Fine. I have a feast to attend tonight, so I'll just eat a little."

"I'll recommend something good for you," Carla said, smiling. "But no one can only eat a little here. The food here is so good, I've never seen one leave with food unfinished."

"Then I'll be the first."

Carla and Christy sat opposite Abraham and Harrison. They nodded at each other as a greeting.

Christy looked around and found herself sitting in the cleanest restaurant she had ever seen, picky as she was. The tables, the chairs, the floor, the ceiling, and even the dark corners behind flowerpots... everywhere was as clean as clean could be.

The air was fresh and moist. Christy thought she could smell mint, which made the air even more wonderful to breathe.

She didn't like the idea of sharing a table with strangers, yet Carla didn't seem to care, nor did other customers. She was stunned when she saw an elf sitting with a demon, but she never gave her confusion voice.

Out of a professional habit, she looked over the two guests sitting opposite her. One was wearing an expensive-looking robe, fat, with a thick gold chain around his neck. She deduced he was a new-rich from a not very big family.

The other one was dressed in a gray silk robe, around 40. Christy's eyes went wide as they dropped to the emerald ring on his right thumb.

She recognized the material. The emerald was from a mine in the Phillas Mountain on the main island of the dragon islands. It looked just like normal emerald, except for the golden threads in it. Wearing a ring made of this kind of emerald would keep the body warm when it was cold, or cool when it was hot. To put it shortly, it was able to help regulate body temperature.

The production of Phillas emerald was so small that it was extremely hard to come by outside dragon islands. Dragons seldom sold it. They collected it as treasure. Whenever a piece of emerald found its way to an auction on the Norland Continent, it would always fetch a fortune.

As such, the man wearing the emerald ring had to be extremely wealthy or have really a high position in society.

I don't recognize his face, so he can't be an official from the city lord's castle or the Gray Temple or one of the wealthiest men in the city. Duke Abraham is rumored to have come here and exchanged for some gold coins, could it be... Christy looked surprised. But even the city lord has to treat Duke Abraham with respect. In here, he has to share a table with lowborns?

Before Christy recovered from her shock, Abraham looked around and leaned over. "Are you here to eat stinky tofu, kids?" he asked Christy and Carla in a low voice. "Can I buy some from you? I'll pay five times the price."

Christy was even more shocked now. She didn't know what to say. Duke Abraham wants to buy stinky tofu from us? What on earth is this stinky tofu? Why is everyone so obsessed with it?

"I'll pay 10 times the price for your portion, old man," Carla whispered, leaning forward. "What do you say?"

Abraham: "..."

"You're even crazier than me!" said the duke.

The two stinky tofu-lovers exchanged a smile.

That was when Yabemiya walked over to their table. "May I take your orders?" she asked, smiling.

"Yes. I'd like a braised chicken and rice, a sweet tofu pudding, and a stinky tofu," Abraham said, closing the menu.

"I'll have a Yangzhou fried rice, 10 beef kebabs, five spicy and five barbecue-flavored, a savory tofu pudding, and a stinky tofu," Carla said without even looking at the menu.

"I..." Christy opened the menu and looked at the pictures of the dishes. They all looked really inviting. For a moment she didn't know which ones to choose.

Carla smiled. "You like beef, so how about a pepper steak? And you must try tofu pudding, I recommend the savory flavor. It's divine! And a stinky tofu. That will be enough, I think."

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Chapter 885 Mmm

"Isn't that too much?" Christy asked her friend hesitantly.

Carla smiled. "Hardly. It's nothing compared to what I have ordered."

Christy thought about the dishes Carla had just asked for and smiled. She closed the menu, turning to Miya. "That's all," she said.

Yabemiya nodded. "Okay, please wait a moment." The young waitress headed for the next table.

One order after another went into the kitchen, and Mag began to get busy.

Firis stood in the corner and looked intently. Mag's culinary philosophy and cooking style were completely different from hers. The varied kitchenware played a wonderful role, making her amazed.

Watching him cook was much like enjoying a performance; ingredients rolling and jumping happily in the woks, flames jumping up into the woks from time to time and dancing fiercely, and all kinds of wonderful scents filling the kitchen were swallowing her whole.

Steaming food was brought out of the small kitchen and delivered to the guests' tables.

Words of praise found their way into the kitchen. Firis gazed at Mag, eyes shining with admiration.

"Yangzhou fried rice and black pepper steak, enjoy."

Miya placed the two dishes in front of Carla and Christy before walking towards the next guest.

The scent of the red wine mingled with the aroma of the steak, flooding Christy's nostrils. She detected another faint smell, strange but inviting, yet she couldn't place it anywhere. Her eyes lit up.

As a manager of the Buffett Banks, Christy was no stranger to fine restaurants. After all, it was easier to do business at the dinner table.

She might have tried all the upscale restaurants in the city, but she was still stunned by the aroma of this black pepper steak.

A large piece of beef with beautifully distributed fat sat on the plate, steaming. The thick sauce lying on the top and the red and green bell peppers on the side made the steak even more tempting.

"Go ahead. You'll love it," Carla said, spooning some fried rice into her mouth. A blissful smile appeared on her face.

"I can't eat much. I have to wear a dress tonight." Christy picked up the knife and fork. The knife glided through the tender steak, and red wine seeped out along with red meat juices. The aroma of wine in the air became even more noticeable. The brown steak was cut open. The center was pink but not bloody. She forked a piece into her mouth.

The beef was even more tender than she imagined, and as she bit into it, an abundance of wine and meat juices flooded into her mouth. These flavors then combined with the black pepper sauce, and she felt as if a magic caster had unleashed a spell directly in her mouth. All of her taste buds were cast into a state of complete ecstasy.

After chewing and savoring the beef carefully, Christy's expression abruptly changed. Aside from the amazing flavor of the beef itself, the fragrance of the wine also blossomed in mouth, adding a new layer of complexity to the extraordinary flavor of the dish.

This was a combination that was simply irresistible. The flavor of the beef wasn't drowned out by the black pepper in the slightest, yet the black pepper featured prominently in the dish, taking the flavor of the beef to the next level and also contributing a unique texture to the dish.

The complexity of the flavors made her feel as if she were experiencing something new and different with each passing second.

After swallowing the mouthful of beef, she felt as if a flow of warmth had slid down her throat, filling her entire body with a warm sensation that almost made her moan with pleasure.

"Mmm~"

A moan escaped her lips as her mouth opened.

The intoxicating aroma of the red wine still lingered between her teeth, but the taste buds on the tip of the tongue had already begun to crave the next close encounter.

Christy opened her eyes and blushed; she had never made such an embarrassing sound before. The impact of the steak was so powerful that the body's natural response was beyond her control.

However, her shyness was soon overcome by the desire for food. Christy brought a second piece into her mouth, closing her eyes to carefully savor every single minute aspect of this amazing culinary experience.

The wine tasted even better than that collected by rich people. Why would anyone use such good wine to cook?

The owner here was really an interesting man.

She had forgotten that she had said she couldn't eat much. Nobody could say no to this.

Carla looked at Christy and smiled. "Nobody could bear to leave food unfinished here."

"This braised chicken and rice is to die for! Mag indeed never disappoints. It seems I can't go back to Rodu." Abraham sat there, stuffing himself with a satisfied look on his face.

Ding!

The fork clattered on the plate. Christy was surprised to find her plate was already empty. She licked the sauce off her lips, looking as if she hadn't had anywhere near enough.

"I ate all of it!"

A wave of guilt swept through her as she looked down at her swollen belly, but it was all she could do not to order a second helping.

"No, I can't eat anymore," Christy told herself determinedly, shaking her head.

"We're just getting started," Carla said with a smile, putting down her spoon.

"Your tofu puddings. Enjoy." Two tofu puddings were placed in front of them.

The aroma of the tofu pudding was so pleasant that Christy couldn't help but drop her gaze to it.

Reddish-orange juices had been poured on top of the tofu pudding, along with pickled vegetables, coriander, minced garlic, and chopped green onions. Delicious smells wafted towards her.

"What is this?" she asked, surprised.

Carla's lips curved in a smile. "Do you remember when you told me you don't sleep well recently and that you got a few pimples on your face? Well, this dish here will help you get rid of your troubling pimples in no time."

Christy's eyes widened. "For real?"

Carla had told her many times about the effect of the tofu pudding, and her skin had become softer and smoother, but Christy couldn't bring herself to believe it was all because of a dish.

She had failed to meet the projection this month. She was suffering from anxiety and insomnia. As a result, pimples appeared. Although not obvious, for girls, they were undoubtedly a disaster. She had tried many methods, but to no avail. She grew more anxious, thus leading to more pimples emerging.

Now Carlos said that she only needed to finish this bowl of tofu pudding to eliminate all of them. She was surprised and skeptical all at once.

"This tofu pudding is why I brought you here today. You sure you don't want to try it?" Carla asked.

"I..." Christy debated whether to rid herself of pimples or keep her body in attractive shape. At last, she picked up the spoon.

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Chapter 886 Hot, hot, hot!

The tofu pudding slid down her tongue, and its delectable flavor instantly combined with the savory juices.

The fresh sides went great with tofu pudding. After she swallowed, the faint fragrance lingered in her mouth long after the mouthful of tofu pudding was already gone.

A smile curved her mouth, lighting her eyes.

The tofu pudding was so refreshing after the greasy steak.

Unlike the steak, the taste of the tofu pudding was mild and delicate, making her feel cheerful and comfortable.

She found the bowl empty when she tried to scoop some more.

Christy gave a sad look. "It's so good. Before I knew it, it's already empty!"

Carla smiled. "I know, right?"

"This is the best thing you've ever recommended to me. No, the best I've ever eaten," said Christy.

"But I've eaten too much. I'll have to find a looser dress for the banquet tonight," Christy said, touching her stomach.

Carla grinned. "That will be a small sacrifice considering that the banquet won't offer anything better than what you have here."

Christy nodded. "You're right."

"Your stinky tofus."

Miya walked over to their table, holding a big tray, on which stood four covered plates. She put the food down in front of them.

Carla's eyes brightened. "That's what I've been waiting for!" She rubbed her hands together with excitement. "You really don't want to try it?" she asked Christy. "You'll regret it."

Christy shook her head. "I have an important client to meet tonight. I can't eat anything with a strong smell. Besides, if I keep on eating, no dress will be large enough to cover my belly."

Carla didn't press further. "All right. Suit yourself. But cover your nose. The smell may be too strong for you."

Miya removed the covers from the plates one by one.

Disgusting smell shot up into the air like four volcanoes erupting.

"Ew!"

Covering their noses, Christy and Abraham jumped up from their chairs right away. Christy could feel her face turning red. She quickly took two steps back, and the air suddenly became pure and fresh again. She gasped for air, staring at the black food on the table in horror.

The smell had been indescribable, so strong that she had felt suffocated. However, it was gone as soon as she left the table area, just as if there was an invisible barrier around it. Thinking back on it, she found the odor unbearable, but strangely not disgusting.

She had no desire to sit back, though. She couldn't stand it. She never wanted to smell that stink again, let alone eat that dish.

How could Carla put up with such a foul smell? And it seemed she liked it! Christy looked strangely at Carla and Harrison as they stared at their stinky tofus with greedy eyes.

"No! I can't run away!"

Abraham managed to overcome his urge to run, even though the odor was unexpected and too much. He had prepared himself for it, but clearly he had underestimated its power.

Harrison and Carla were completely unaffected. Abraham watched as Carla put a piece of stinky tofu into her mouth with a blissful smile. He made himself look at the dish again. He was a foodie, and foodies would never miss out on a chance to try good food.

The black stinky tofu pieces were neatly placed on a long plate.Their centers were filled with condiments, and their surface was covered in rich brown sauce, as well as pieces of coriander, thereby creating a rather alluring sight to behold.

The sharp odor seemed to have faded a little. Abraham thought he found a pleasant smell in it, and it was becoming clearer and clearer.

It was so stinky that it was aromatic? A look of surprise flashed across Abraham's face. After sitting himself down again, he looked at his two fellow customers stuffing themselves and brought a piece of stinky tofu into his mouth.

"Hot, hot, hot!"

Abraham's eyes went round. As soon as he bit through the crispy outer layer, the hot and spicy juice inside immediately erupted out as if hot soup had been spilled from a pot in his mouth.

All he could think about at the moment was one word: hot.

Yet the hot sensation lasted only for a moment, and the spicy juice began to present its unparalleled deliciousness.

For a moment, Abraham wanted to spit it out. He opened his mouth, huffing and puffing. As the temperature went down, wonderful taste began to overwhelm his mouth.

The crispness told him it had been deep-fried. Its interior was only slightly firmer than tofu pudding, but it was so delicious and refreshing. The condiments gave extra flavor and texture to the dish.

The unpleasant odor was gone without a trace. Strong and wonderful tastes spread over his tongue.

Now he understood. It was so aromatic that it was stinky. Only real foodies were able to find that aroma through its stink.

The aroma after the stink. The perfect balance of crispness and softness in the hot juice. It was an experience he would never forget.

"The taste is out of this world! I have not one regret in life!"

Abraham swallowed the stinky tofu with a satisfied smile.

The sight made the mouths of the customers watching water. They were baffled by Abraham's sudden change in attitude towards the stinky tofu.

Christy was the most shocked. After all, she had smelled that strong odor in person. She couldn't be around that stinky tofu one more second, but such a highborn man as Abraham was able to stuff his face with it.

Abraham and Carla finished their stinky tofus almost at the same time. Then they both turned their eyes to the untouched one Christy had ordered.

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Chapter 887 There"s Only One Way To Do This

"Stop looking, old man. It's mine." Carla gave a bright smile to Abraham and reached out her hand to the Christy's stinky tofu.

"Wait!" Abraham said hastily, grabbing the plate.

"Hey, I know you're old and all, but that doesn't give you the right to rob me. Let go or you'll have to face the consequences of your action. There are rules here, you know." Carla stared at him malevolently, holding the plate tightly.

Christy looked very anxious. It was not wise to defy a man as powerful as Duke Abraham, but she had promised the food to her friend, so she didn't know what to do.

A worried look flashed across Abraham's face. He had read about the rules on the back of the menu. He knew that Mag was obstinate. After all, he was the second person who dared to refuse the king's invitation and reward.

The first was Alex. The king had named him the northwest's general, but he had refused. He went to travel the continent with a sword, so he was only the northwest's general in name.

Abraham was careful not to violate these rules. If his name were to be added to the blacklist, it would be a huge loss for him.

Robbing other people's food was obviously a very bad behavior.

"Calm down, little girl," Abraham said with a smile. "I will not rob you of your food. I just want to discuss something with you. I will not rob you of anything." But his hand didn't let go.

"What? You want to buy it?" Carla frowned, and then shook her head. "I won't sell for 10 times the price!"

Abraham: "..."

Abraham turned to Christy standing not far from the table and smiled. "I don't want to buy it. I want to make a deal with this girl. Is this stinky tofu hers? Then the decision should be in her hands. Let's see how she decides."

"M-me?" Chris was stunned. She didn't expect that Duke Abraham would have such a peaceful conversation with Carla for a stinky tofu, nor did she expect he would now hand over the decision to her.

Abraham nodded. "Yes." He took a look at the badge on Chris's chest and smiled. "You're an employee of Buffett Banks, right? A manager? I have some money in Rodu. I started to save it 20 or 30 years ago, so there should be a lot now. If you give me this stinky tofu, I'll put that money in your bank."

Christy gaped at Abraham, almost unable to believe what she had heard.

There was a list of the richest people in Buffett Banks, all of who were the wealthiest on this continent. Duke Abraham was ranked 10th on the list. Dragons were also rich, but they preferred to use gold and silver as mattresses rather than deposit them in banks.

There were 10 dukes in the Roth Empire, and all of them had vast fiefs and countless treasures—except for Abraham.

Abraham had no fiefs, but he was still awfully rich.

When the last king had died, he left him a huge legacy. He had not accepted any fiefs these years, but he had received countless rewards from the new king. There were many different industries under his name.

No one knew how much money he had, but everyone knew that he had enough money to fill up rooms.

Many employees of Buffetts Bank had made a lot of special trips to Rodu to visit Abraham, but he was too busy searching for food to care about them. So far, no one had been able to persuade him to deposit any money in the bank.

Now, for a stinky tofu, Abraham promised to put money in Buffett Banks!

Even Christy, who had received many big customers, couldn't hide her excitement. She tentatively asked, "Are you serious?"

Carla looked at Christy in surprise. She had known her for more than a year, and it was the first time she looked so nervous. When Christy had met her father, her expression hadn't changed at all.

Who was he? Carla looked over Abraham. If he could make Christy nervous, he had to be richer than her father, much richer.

Abraham nodded. "Yes, I am. I only want this stinky tofu." He looked at the stinky tofu that they were still holding.

This business would not only allow Chris to exceed this year's target, but should also allow her to be promoted again, even though she had just been promoted to manager.

Christy took a look at Carla, and then at Abraham, saying regretfully, "I've given this stinky tofu to my friend, I'm sorry."

"If you can accept half the stinky tofu, and the promise you just made remains the same, I can spare you half," Carla put in, smiling at Abraham.

"Half?" There was hesitation on Abraham's face.

Carla shrugged. "If you don't make a decision soon, the stinky tofu will get cold and you won't be able to enjoy the hot juice.

Abraham nodded without thinking. "Deal!"

Surprised, Christy looked at Carla gratefully. She was so happy to have such a good friend. Carla gave her a knowing wink.

Carla and Abraham then began to move stinky tofu to their plates, until there was only one piece of stinky tofu left.

The two looked at each other, the atmosphere growing tense.

"I'm a little girl, old man. Would you give this to me, considering I'm so lovely?" Carla pouted, trying to look cute.

"I'm lovely too, so would you please give me this one? " Abraham began to blink quickly.

Carla: "..."

Christy sighed in silence. You two ought to have your heads examined.

"There's only one way to do this: split it in half," said Carla gravely.

"Agreed. I'll do it." Abraham borrowed a knife from Yabemiya and began to cut it carefully.

Carla leaned forward and looked at it carefully for fear that her piece would be smaller.

When the knife cut into the stinky tofu, the juice inside the stinky tofu flew out slowly.

"No!"

The expression on their faces showed that they were heartbroken.

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Chapter 888 Looks Like I Have Some Killing To Do Tomorrow

Their activities attracted the attention of many guests. They even discussed the ownership of a piece of coriander on the cut stinky tofu, which many people thought was ridiculous.

But they considered it important.

For serial eaters, even a shred of coriander was worth fighting for.

Christy thought they were unbelievable, but her patience was as good as her mood. With the promise of Abraham, she didn't need to worry whether she could successfully persuade that rich businessman who was said to have no morals at the dinner party today. She just needed to get a written commitment from Abraham.

Moreover, this deal would certainly become a classic one within the Buffett Banks.

A massive deposit secured by a plate of stinky tofu.

After finishing his half of the stinky tofu, Abraham still craved more, but he looked in the direction of the kitchen, and then paid for Christy and Carla as well as himself.

"Thank you for your kindness, Duke Abraham. I'm Christy." Out of the restaurant, Christy bowed her head in salute to Abraham.

"Duke Abraham?" Carla blinked at Abraham, startled. She hurriedly bent her head, sticking out her tongue. "I didn't know! I'm sorry for earlier, please forgive me."

Abraham laughed, waving his hand. "You have done nothing wrong, there's nothing to forgive. I like your attitude to food. It's a rare quality." Then he turned to Christy. "How did you recognize me?"

"Your Phillas emerald ring. Not everyone could afford a ring like that in Chaos City."

Carla gazed at Christy with admiration. "You figured out who he is just by a ring. That's amazing!"

Abraham nodded. "My money is in Rodu, so I have to send someone back to fetch it. How much do you need?"

"I..." Christy didn't know how much money Abraham had. The more the better, she wanted to say, but she was too shy a girl to make such a blunt request.

"I think I know the answer. I'll have them unlock a warehouse." Abraham beckoned his servant over with a wave, and then wrote something down on a piece of paper, which he handed to Christy after signing his name.

"Thank you, Duke Abraham," Christy said, excited, taking the paper with both hands[1].

"My pleasure. Come here often, and we may become friends." With that, Abraham stepped towards his carriage.

"He'll unlock a warehouse for you! Do you know how much money that is?" Carla asked, looking at the paper in Christy's hand curiously.

"No. A lot, I think." Christy blew on the ink, and then put the paper away carefully after she was certain it was completely dry. She then threw her arms around her friend. "Thank you, Carla."

"It was the least I could do," Carla said, smiling. "Now that you've secured such a big deal, do you still need to see that pervert tonight? My father says he's a total a*ss."

"Yes, it's my job. But with this promise from Duke Abraham, I don't need to worry about anything. I won't let that pervert take advantage of me."

Carla nodded. "I know you won't, but I had planned to take you to the Blue Suede clothing store. New items came out today, I heard. Last time they launched a new dress, but they sold out when I got there! The clothes sold in their shop are fashionable and different. I've never seen anything like that before."

"Blue Suede? I think I heard some rich ladies talking about it. Is it famous? A dress is said to have fetched 100,000 copper coins."

...

The fight for stinky tofu between Abraham and Carla made many customers who had not been interested in the dish want to try it. 100 stinky tofus were sold out in no time, which naturally pained the customers who had eaten it yesterday.

Mag pretended not to hear their complaints. The capacity of the restaurant determined the supply. Looking at them enjoying the dish they had hated when they first saw it, Mag couldn't help but feel a sense of achievement. He felt really good.

At the table near the kitchen, there were four big men in soft armor, with long swords hanging on their waists and big glasses of beer by their hands, talking in a low voice.

"Have you heard? Several mercenary groups were wiped out when they were out hunting. I heard they were not killed by magical beasts."

"Yeah. Everyone is talking about it in the adventurer's guild. Mercenary groups being wiped out has never happened before. Many are afraid to go out."

"The groups that have been eliminated had one thing in common: at least one of their members was an elf."

Mag slowed down what he was doing, listening carefully.

"Keep your voices down. I don't want to be arrested by the Gray Temple for spreading rumors."

They started whispering in a hushed voice.

"Aren't the city lord and the Gray Temple supposed to do something?"

"Trust me, they are investigating. They want to catch the killers more than anyone, but I don't think it's an easy task."

...

Mag frowned as he listened. They had set their sights on Chaos City. The elves were not safe here anymore.

The mercenaries then changed their subject. Mag moved the fried rice he had just cooked onto a plate and handed it to Miya. They need to be taught a lesson. Looks like I have some killing to do tomorrow.

...

In the eastern region of the city, a banquet was being held in a resplendent manor.

[1] It's part of Chinese etiquette that you offer and receive things such as name cards with both hands.

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Chapter 889 Such A Beauty

The Marquis Family was not as influential as the Buffett Family or the Moreton Family in recent years, but it was one of the founding families of the Chamber of Commerce, and a woman in the family had married Count Boris as concubine, so their social status in the city was still high.

Today's party was held at Marquis Manor. The people who came here were all well-known figures in the business community of Chaos City. They were either rich or highborn.

It was said that there was also a mysterious honored guest attending, which had aroused many people's curiosity.

One had to be extremely influential to be seen as an honored guest by the Marquis Family.

Young ladies abounded at such a party. Wives and daughters coming with their husbands and fathers; beauties who came here with various purposes. They were looking for men with power and status.

"Where is that girl from the Buffett Banks? Where is she?" a fat middle-aged man asked his servant, scanning the crowd impatiently on a chair.

"She made an appointment to see you three days ago, Master. I told her to meet you at the party as you asked. She intends to persuade you to deposit money in her bank. She should be here any minute now, I think."

Bart gave a snort. "She is supposed to be waiting for me! That b*tch! I'll teach her to slight me when she comes. If she dares to stand me up, I'll make her life miserable."

Christy had already arrived, actually. She was wearing a blue dress and standing in the corner with a glass of white wine, staring at Bart's back.

All the big families in Chaos City had their own freight wagons, and Bart Sirte owned the most. Nearly a third of the goods to and from the city were transported by his wagons.

That was what made him so important.

However, Bart made his fortune in the recent two or three decades. Compared with the old families like the Moreton Family and Buffett Family, his influence was not nearly as great.

He ran a money-up-front business, so he seldom lost money. Over the years, he had accumulated a huge amount of money.

Nothing interested a bank more than money.

Yet wealthy as Bart might be, the employees of the Buffett Banks were discouraged from approaching him alone.

The reason was very simple. Bart was a pervert through and through. He used his money as bait, duping young girls into sleeping with him, and then went back on his promise afterwards. He was one step away from getting on the blacklist of the Buffett Banks.

Christy naturally knew the risks, but her branch still needed another 30,000,000 copper coins to meet the deposit target, and now it was almost the end of the month. If she had other options, she would never do business with him.

She had met this kind of man before, but unlike other girls, she had never turned to tricks to get what she wanted.

Now that she had Abraham's letter of commitment in her hand—although it was only part of his stashed cash, it should not be less than 30,000,000 copper coins—she wasn't very keen to deal with a pervert like Bart.

She would rather die before succumbing to his pressure.

Nothing disgusted her more than an unscrupulous man who would do anything to trick a girl into his bed.

Bart looked at the rich businessmen who gathered together and talked and laughed. He drank up his wine. They smiled to his face and laughed with scorn behind his back. He knew they despised him.

In recent years, his freight business had grown larger and larger. The negotiation of purchasing the second largest freight company in Chaos City was almost over. As soon as the company was purchased, 50% of the freight transportation in the city would be controlled by him. Before long, even Ian and Jeffrey would show him respect.

"Then those guys will have to bow and scrape and lick my boots." Bart smiled sarcastically.

The reason why he had come here today was not only that he wanted to trick the girl he saw before into his bed, but also that he wanted to see the mysterious honored guest.

He had gotten some news about the guest. Although it hadn't been confirmed, it was enough for him to make this trip.

Standing there in the corner, Christy watched Bart for a while. Then she handed her glass to a waiter, straightened her dress, took a deep breath, and walked towards him.

"Good evening, Mr. Bart. I'm Christy, manager of the Buffett Banks. It's a pleasure to meet you," Christy said with a smile.

Bart looked up from his wine. He smiled, carnal desire flashing in his eyes.

Christy was wearing a blue dress, revealing her delicate clavicles and upper part of her cleavage. Her light golden long curly hair was loose, and the fair and slender calves beneath the dress made Bart unable to tear away his eyes.

An obscene smile crossed his face. "Such a beauty." His expression then changed abruptly. "You said you wanted to see me, but you let me wait here for so long. Do you know how precious my time is?" he asked angrily.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bart. I was delayed by work. But I believe I'm still 10 minutes early. I didn't expect you to come so early." Christy had a professional smile on her face, not showing a hint of timidity.

"10 minutes early?" Bart laughed. "I don't give a sh*t about the appointment time. If I'm here and you're not, then you're late! You should be here waiting for me. There is nothing more important than me."

There was a hint of disgust in Christy's eyes, but she never let it show on her face. Bart was more annoying that she had expected.

"I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself," Bart said, beckoning a waiter over with a wave. "You want me to put 30,000,000 in your bank? Drink all the eight glasses of wine, and then we'll talk business."

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Chapter 890 Duke Abraham

The amount of wine in the crystal glasses might not be too much for a man, but Christy was just a girl; it was not easy for her to finish it all at one go.

The waiter opened his mouth to speak, but after a glance at Bart, he closed it again. He knew better than to cross him.

Christy took a look at the glasses, and then at Bart. The smile on her face was gone. "Forgive me, Mr. Bart, but I have to say no. I'm not here to drink. I'm here to talk business. The high interest rate of Buffett Banks will bring you great returns. It's a mutually beneficial deal."

He really was a scum. Christy was filled with disgust. She had seen enough of his kind to know how to protect herself. Other girls who were green at this might have succumbed to his threat and done what he wanted, and if they couldn't hold their liquor, they would definitely find themselves waking up in Bart's bed.

"No?" Bart suddenly looked fierce, thumping his glass on the table. "Is this your first day working? Do you not know who the f*ck I am? Do as I say, or I'll see to it that you lose your job."

Some people overheard their conversation and turned to look. They didn't know what the beautiful girl had done to make the notorious pervert so angry.

Bart leaned closer to Christy and lowered his voice. "Nobody says no to me. I own the biggest freight business. This city is running smoothly because of me! My words have more power than those of the city lord. Drink, or say goodbye to your job."

Christy's hands curled into fists at her sides. She stared at Bart, her lips pressed together. People like her were no more than playthings to people like him. Her career was in his hands.

Although she was a manager of the Buffetts Banks, she was nothing in his eyes.

Looking at the glasses, Christy hesitated. She hated him, but it took her five years to get promoted to the manager. She didn't want all her efforts to be in vain.

The waiter felt sorry for Christy. He had seen a lot of things like this, but most of the women were much more willing than her.

Bart smiled smugly. He had seen all kinds of women, and he always had a way to make them give in. The more difficult it was to tame a woman, the more he liked it. Like this woman. He was already excited.

"Miss Christy? Never thought I'd see you here."

Right at that moment, a familiar voice sounded behind her when she was about to reach for the wine.

Christy was taken by surprise. She turned around and found Duke Abraham walking towards her. Her eyes lit up.

Bart looked at Abraham with displeasure. Abraham's dress looked ordinary, nothing like a highborn man would wear. Bart didn't remember seeing him. He got up angrily, looked at Abraham, and said, "Who are you? Don't you see I'm talking to her?"

Abraham looked surprised. "You want to know who I am?"

Bart, seeing that he seemed to be frightened, decided that he was insignificant. His face became even colder.

Bart wanted to reply, but Bowen, the head of the Marquez Family who had been surrounded by the crowd before, hurried over with a group of people. Ignoring Bart as he passed him, he stopped in front of Abraham and looked at him with respect and guilt. "Duke Abraham, you're here early. I should have met you at the gate."

The crowd at the banquet hall turned to Abraham and came up to salute him. Many people were here today for Duke Abraham.

"Duke... Abraham!" Bart's face suddenly changed, and he was panic-stricken as he looked at the plain-looking, plain-dressed Abraham.

His main purpose today was to get close to Duke Abraham and expand his freight business in the Roth Empire. He'd thought that Bowen would welcome him in with a bang, so he hadn't expected the man standing in front of him to be the duke himself.

Remembering what he had just said, Bart was unsettled, and could only hope that Abraham would not take it seriously. Fortunately, he had just spoken in a less friendly tone, and had not been too rude.

Abraham nodded with a smile. "I ate early this evening and then had a pleasant business conversation with Miss Christy. Then I went for a walk. I came earlier than I expected."

The eyes of the crowd fell on Christy, and they were curious what business this beautiful lady had talked with Duke Abraham to make him so happy. This lady had to be extraordinary.

Some people recognized Christy, and were amazed at how quickly this competent Buffett Banks' manager had struck a deal with Abraham, who had just arrived in the city.

Of course, more people were thinking about how to make use of this lady to get closer to the Duke.

"Could it be..." Bart remembered what Christy had just said. Did she come late because she was doing business with Duke Abraham? I was hard on her.

Bart's fear grew as he thought about it.

"I see. This lady is really young and promising. It was the duke's first business deal after he arrived," Bowen said with a smile as he looked at Christy. The crowd laughed as well. They looked at Christy with admiration.

Christy smiled back, saluted Abraham, and respectfully said, "Duke Abraham, it's great to see you again."

"You too," said Abraham. Then he looked at Bart, who was slowly moving towards the back of the crowd. "Hey, you asked me who I am. I'm Abraham. I see you just had a very unhappy conversation with Miss Christy. What were you two talking about?"

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A Stay At Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Volume 2 Chapter 860 Completely Defenseless

Everyone in the restaurant was waiting to see the new dish, but the reactions of the customers sitting at that table came as quite a surprise.

What kind of putrid odor could make a fatso spring back two meters out of his chair and force a giant dragon to conjure up a wall of ice?

Even the customers on the neighboring tables were reflexively leaning away, trying to get further away from that table in case they were also afflicted by the abhorrent odor.

Mamy Restaurant's new dishes always drew resoundingly positive reactions, but on this occasion, everyone looked as if they wanted to flee for their lives.

Is it that bad? Mag thought to himself as he looked at the slightly chaotic restaurant. He'd already gotten Amy and Yabemiya to try the dish this morning, but it appeared that he'd still underestimated the impact the aroma of the dish was going to have.

He was even beginning to regret not opening the curtains during breakfast. Otherwise, he could get Amy to eat the dish behind the floor-to-ceiling window, and there would've been no need for him to advertise the dish; Amy's reaction alone would've had customers scrambling to order stinky tofu like moths to a flame.

"I'm willing to bet that no one can eat this stinky tofu! This smells way too horrible! It's like" Harrison stared at the stinky tofu on the table with a hint of fear in his eyes, and he was at a loss for an apt analogy. In the end, he announced, "There's no way anyone can eat this! If anyone does, I'll run a lap around the Aden Square in the nude!"

Thus, everyone was even more convinced that this dish was truly as abhorrent as Mag had warned it would be. After all, this was a testimonial from a direct witness, so it had a very high level of credibility.

Those who had decided against ordering stinky tofu all smiled as they commended themselves for their wise decision, while the customers on the far left were wondering whether they should refrain from ordering the dish or cancel the orders for stinky tofu they'd already made.

At this moment, a customer exclaimed, "Wait, why can't we smell anything? Come to think of it, it seems like the aromas of the dishes on this table can't be smelled as soon as we leave this area!"

All of the other customers also began looking around upon hearing this. Many of them had already sensed that the restaurant seemed to be different today somehow, but they couldn't put a finger on just what was different about it. Now that the stinky tofu had been brought out, everyone discovered that its odor had been limited to just that table alone, while no one else in the restaurant was able to smell anything.

It was as if the aromas had been cut off by invisible walls that were undetectable even to powerful magic casters. This discovery filled everyone with a sense of amazement.

Of course, they were much more relieved than they were amazed. If the aromas had been isolated, then no one would have to worry about their appetite being ruined. Boss Mag really was a thoughtful restaurant owner who was always looking out for his customers.

"What if she doesn't eat the dish? Does that mean Boss Mag's new dish will be a flop?" a customer asked in a quiet voice.

Everyone's attention was drawn back to the stinky tofu before Elizabeth again. The black stinky tofu had been embellished with a pinch of green coriander and placed on a decorated long dish in an orderly manner. The rich brown sauce that had been drizzled over the dish also served to make it appear even more alluring.

If it weren't for the putrid aroma emanating from the dish, it would be quite enticing to everyone.

However, after smelling the aroma in person, Harrison was willing to make a bet with such high stakes, proclaiming he would streak around the Aden Square if someone were to eat the dish. As such, most of the customers had already decided that they wouldn't be ordering this dish.

Boss Mag was a genius who had created one incredible dish after another. His unique cooking methods and brilliant ingredient combinations culminated in delicious, revolutionary dishes, but even geniuses could make mistakes, so this was quite understandable.

"I'm already beginning to look forward to the next new dish," a customer said with a smile before scooping a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth.

Many customers were still looking at Elizabeth, wanting to see just how she was going to react.

Ever since Mamy Restaurant had been opened, no one had ever been dissatisfied with the taste of the dishes that had been served. However, having conjured up that wall of ice, it didn't appear Elizabeth was going to eat the stinky tofu no matter what.

But it's really good! It's super delicious Yabemiya thought to herself in an urgent manner. The stinky tofu was so good, yet it was being completely misunderstood.

She had found it to be unbearable as well prior to tasting it, but after sampling the dish, she'd fallen hopelessly in love with its flavor. However, these customers were going to turn their backs on this dish based on the smell alone; all of Mag's effort in inventing this new dish was going to go to waste!

Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she sat behind her wall of ice. For an instant, she'd almost reverted back to her dragon formsuch was the shock inflicted on her by the abhorrent aroma of this dish. She had never smelled something so terrible in her life, and she'd been caught completely off guard.

Frost Dragons were the most mysophobic among all dragons. The Frost Island was covered in ice all year round, so there were no visible impurities nor any strange and putrid odors on the island. All of the food they ate also bore no strange aromas whatsoever.

As such, this stinky tofu dish had completely exceeded her tolerance range. If it weren't for the fact that Yabemiya were standing right beside her, she would've stormed out of the restaurant already.

"This stinky tofu" Elizabeth began in a slightly dark voice.

"It's not actually stinky; it's just an extremely rich fragrant aroma, and it only stinks because the aroma is overly rich. If you carefully delve into the aroma, you'll find that it contains no impurities whatsoever, and that it's extremely alluring," Yabemiya cut her off in an urgent manner as she looked at Elizabeth with sincerity and a hint of hope in her eyes.

There were many regular customers in the restaurant, but in that moment, Yabemiya chose to place her trust in Elizabeth, the cold and aloof Frost Dragon who would always come to the restaurant alone and ask her some strange questions from time to time.

Elizabeth was already preparing to reject this dish, but at the at the sight of Yabemiya's earnest and beseeching gaze, she hesitated momentarily before appraising the stinky tofu before her again.

Behind the wall of ice, the aroma had been hampered significantly, and it wasn't as overwhelming as it had been when the lid on the dish had first been lifted. Setting aside her first impression of the dish, she discovered that there really were traces of a more fragrant aroma that lay beyond the foul odor.

As she began to focus on that unique fragrance, it slowly became richer and richer, and as opposed to being unpleasant, it became rather alluring instead. Elizabeth's furrowed brows gradually smoothed out.

"Ding!"

The wall of ice was shattered and vanished. Thus, the aroma that had been restricted wafted toward her again in full force.

However, she didn't conjure up another wall of ice this time. Instead, she closed her eyes to truly experience the aroma.

In doing so, she discovered that it was indeed fragrant to the extreme rather than putrid.

The entire restaurant had already fallen silent as all of the customers stared at Elizabeth with bewilderment in their eyes. They clearly didn't expect her to withdraw the wall of ice and directly face that unbearable odor.

"What is she doing?" Harrison murmured to himself in a perplexed manner.

Elizabeth opened her eyes, and then plucked a piece of stinky tofu into her mouth with her chopsticks.

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