A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World (WN)

Chapter 1200: The Boss Does Indeed Have A Fetish For Dragons

“This is your room, Connie. Boss has prepared a set of toiletries for you in the bathroom. Yours are blue,” Miya said as she brought Connie into the room.

“Thank you,” Connie replied, her gaze totally attracted by the room’s accessories and warm decorations.

A comfortable big bed, pretty dressing table, and full-length windows that were facing the square. The starlight could shine in through the windows when they pulled the curtains open.

“This house is simply fantastic!” Connie marvelled as she lay on the bed gently. She felt the soft silk quilt engulf her. The warm and soft feeling was simply too comfortable.

After living out in the open for two weeks, she finally had a place to settle in, and she didn’t expect it would be so comfortable.

Miya smiled as she watched Connie lying on the bed. She had felt the same when she had lain on the big bed for the very first time. She even felt she could lie on it for the rest of her life because it was simply too comfortable.

After relishing the softness and warmth in bed for a moment, Connie finally got up to wash up in the bathroom. She was a little shocked to see the two taps.

“The boss does indeed have a fetish for dragons. He even installed water dragon heads in the staff dormitory…” Connie murmured before turning on the tap, and used her hands to splash warm water onto her face. She smiled brightly, and said, “I am going to install these water dragon heads at home in the future. It’s so convenient…”

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“How long has the Mamy Restaurant been closed? Why do I feel like 100 years have passed?”

“It’s been closed for seven, eight days. Is Boss Mag becoming egoistic? He didn’t open for business for 10-odd days.”

“Bro, did you learn your maths… from a physical education teacher?”

“Our P.E teacher was the husband of our maths teacher. He took over our maths teacher’s lesson, and he gave us maths lessons instead of going to the field. Half of our class almost couldn’t graduate.”

Early morning, a long line began to form outside of Mamy Restaurant. Many of them even came earlier than the cleaners. They heaved a sigh of relief in their hearts after they saw the sign was removed from the door.

At 6.30 am, the cleaners came to the Mamy Restaurant punctually. They hadn’t had the congee with pork and century egg that Boss Mag made for two days, and they had felt much colder than usual. The hot porridge they had in the morning could warm them for the entire day.

The bells at the door rang as the door opened. Miya came out with a big pot as Babla and the rest came out with big bowls. Mag came out last with a big ladle and a signboard.

“Boss Mag, you said yesterday that you were going to release a new item today. Are you?” Harrison, who was standing at front of the line, asked curiously.

Everyone’s eyes lit up. Did Mag spend the past few days to come up with a new item? If there was a new item that could console their stomachs, they could let being stood up for the past few days go.

“The signboard has all the information.” Mag hung the signboard on the door, and then went to the pot that had its lid removed with its big ladle.

“Today’s new item: steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers! Only for lunch and dinner.”

Everyone quickly looked toward the signboard, and those in the front read it out loud.

“Steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers? It sounds like another very spicy fish?”

“Shouldn’t the fish heads be thrown away? How could they be made into a dish? Is it really nice?”

“I’m really looking forward to this new item as I love to eat fish. Furthermore, the meat near the head is very tender, okay?!”

The customers in the line began to have a discussion animatedly as they fantasized about the new item.

Mag simply smiled and didn’t provide any explanations. They had to taste the food themselves. Saying too much would only give them unnecessary connections.

The piping hot congee with pork and century egg was scooped into the big bowls and passed to the cleaners who were freezing. His mood brightened as he looked at the simple smiles on their faces.

With Miya and the gang’s help, the 30-odd bowls of congee were quickly distributed to the cleaners. They sat on the stairs, holding onto the big bowls. The regular customers who came to line up early couldn’t help but gulp.

“Boss Mag, why don’t you sell me a bowl of congee with pork and century egg in this pot? Who could resist watching others eat early in the morning with an empty stomach?” a regular customer lamented.

“Yes, Boss Mag. We came so early to line up, so give us some hot porridge first. We are all your old customers already. We can even stand and eat,” the customers chimed in too. A hot bowl in the cold winter was simply the best. Even though they were all respectable people with a high social status, they couldn’t care less now.

The congee with pork and century egg was just released a few days ago and only supplied during breakfast, and because the soybean milk and Youtiao were so delicious, not many people had tried the newly released breakfast item.

However, the customers who were lining up now were cold and hungry, and their stomachs began to growl as they smelled that enticing aroma. They only realized now that they had underestimated this particular breakfast item.

“It’s not the time for business yet, and this congee with pork and century egg is specially provided for them, so I cannot sell to you guys.” Mag shook his head, not giving them any room for negotiation. Then, he perplexedly said, “Moreover, it is still an hour before we open for business, you guys could come and line up later. Why do you come so early? In this case, you end up lining up earlier and earlier, and in the end, it will be you guys who suffer.”

A young lady cleared her throat and complained, “Boss Mag, isn’t it all your fault? I got to start work at 8 am. In order to eat breakfast at your restaurant before I go to work, I have to come early, or else I will be late if I am at the back of the line.”

“Yes, we do want to come later, but the front spots would be taken up. Boss Mag, the more famous you get, the more difficult it gets for us, your customers. It’s sad for us.” The other customers nodded. Who didn’t wish to stay longer in their warm beds? They were afraid to miss out on breakfast.

Those who came earlier were mostly those who got to go to work. Of course, there were also those who came early specially because they hadn’t eaten the delicacies at Mamy Restaurant for three days.

Mag felt rather apologetic as he looked at the crowd. It was indeed not easy to come and line up so early in the middle of winter.

Everyone looked at Mag and wondered if he would make them some breakfast in advance because he was touched.

Mag considered seriously before saying, “Alright then. I will set a new rule. We will only accept people lining up 30 minutes before operations. Even those who came early can only line up 30 minutes before.”