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

Chapter 1607: Let’s Have A Staring Contest!

Immediately after dinner operating hours ended, Dicus came over to tell Mag about Dominic being arrested by the Gray Temple, and that both the city lord’s castle and Gray Temple were starting an investigation on the Marquis Family.

“Is the head of the Marquis Family household still able to come out?” Mag asked with a smile.

“The investigation is still ongoing, and it doesn’t look too good. However, as long as the Marquis Family is not directly involved in any illegal activities, bribing a city lord’s castle official and possessing illegal assets are enough to keep him inside for a period,” Dicus replied with a smile.

“Just a period is going too easy on him, isn’t it?”

“The Marquis Family has to spit out everything they got with the help of Dominic all these years, and more. That would then be enough for him to feel the pain for quite a while,” Dicus continued. He then pulled out a letter and passed it to Mag. “This is the official ruling for the hot pot restaurant. It has the city lord’s stamp on it. In the future, no one will come to the hot pot restaurant to claim ownership again.”

Mag unrolled the official ruling and glanced through it. There was Michael’s city lord stamp on it, and it was also clearly written that the hot pot restaurant belonged to Rena. There was no doubt about it anymore.

“Please thank the city lord on my behalf for upholding justice.” Mag kept the official ruling, and looked at Dicus with a smile, saying, “Thank you for taking the trouble to make this trip so late at night.”

“That’s alright. This is after all because of some internal problems at the city lord’s castle. We are supposed to apologize for all that had happened. I will not disturb your rest, then. I’ll come over for breakfast tomorrow morning.” Dicus bade his farewell and left.

“Everything is settled. Those people who tried to lay hands on the hot pot restaurant are going to live in the VIP cell next door. With this official ruling, there wouldn’t be any more conflict over the hot pot restaurant,” Mag told Rena, who was about to leave with Miya, as he entered the restaurant.

“Is that true?!” Rena received the official ruling with a smile, and looked through it carefully. She said with joy, “That’s great. Now the hot pot restaurant can open according to plan.”

“Oh, right. I haven’t asked you when you plan on opening. Mamy Restaurant will close on the day of your opening so everyone can go over to support you,” Mag said. He had completely forgotten about it after all the running around.

Rena thought for a while, and said, “The renovation is basically complete. For the hiring process, Firis has already contacted a batch of outstanding elves for me. I am thinking of interviewing them tomorrow, and choosing the best several as employees. There will be a three-day training, and then we can officially open five days later.”

“That is very fast.” Mag nodded with a smile. Five days later happened to be the usual off-day for Mamy Restaurant. Rena probably also thought of that.

“What is Big Sister Rena’s hot pot restaurant going to be called?” Amy asked curiously as she ran over with Ugly Duckling in her hands.

“That’s right. What are you going to call it?” Miya and the rest all looked at Rena curiously.

“I want to call the restaurant Mana Hot Pot Restaurant because Boss is the one who created hot pot, and he passed it over to me to develop it into a new hot pot restaurant.” Rena covered her face. “I am really bad at naming… this is the only one I could come up with after thinking for a long time.”

Mag’s eyes lit up when he heard the name, and he smilingly said, “I think Mana Hot Pot Restaurant sounds great. It sounds a little like a subsidiary of Mamy Restaurant, and it has a good meaning as well.”

“Yeah. I think it sounds good too. It also sounds very familiar, as though it’s our own hot pot restaurant.” Miya nodded in agreement.

“Then if Big Sister Firis opens a kebab restaurant, would it be called Mais kebab restaurant?” Amy asked with a smile.

“Mm-hm. We can keep this naming method.” Mag nodded. He was also terrible at naming.

“Then… Then I’ll keep this name.” Rena thought that the name she came up with would be laughed at; she didn’t expect everyone to be so supportive.

After everyone left, Mag went up to wash up, and told the two children a short bedtime story. After they fell asleep, he ignored Irina’s suggestive look, and returned to his room. He locked the door and went straight to bed. He took in a few deep breaths, and opened the test field for the God of Cookery.

“Let’s have a staring contest!”

Mag saw a flash of white before he came face to face with a wall of eyeballs. The large eyeballs felt as though they were glowing with some sort of evilness, making one’s hair stand.

“F*ck! System, are you mad?!” Mag jumped back in shock.

“To make good roasted pig’s eyes, you’ll have to know and understand pig’s eyes well. The first step is to tell which ones are the real eyes just by looking! Please find 100 pig’s eyes that fulfill the conditions to be roasted among these 10,000 eyeballs.” The system’s emotionless voice echoed.

Mag swallowed. He looked at the eyeballs in front of him, and felt his scalp go numb. This was quite a headache.

To make good roasted pig’s eyes, he would have to get rid of the fear of looking at the pig’s eyes. Even if he wasn’t able to develop love and passion for it, he could at least be calm during the roasting, and prevent the mistake of causing the eyeball to explode during the process.

Roasting was a form of art on charcoal fire. To create the perfect roasted pig’s eyes, one had to have a very good understanding of every pig’s eye, and have good control over the fire and temperature.

Mag took a few deep breaths while standing in front of the wall of pig’s eyes before searching for the real pig’s eyes patiently.

There should be other eyeballs including cow’s eyes, sheep’s eyes, and more. Mag could only try to discern the real pig’s eyes based on his memory and judgment.

It was a very meticulous and tiring job. It was revolting and scalp-numbing at the start. However, Mag started to become numb as he looked through the 10,000 eyeballs.

To him, these eyeballs which had originally exuded an evil glow slowly became normal ingredients like corn and ham. His goal was to choose the ingredients he needed from a pile of useless ones.

After he developed this mentality, he became even more efficient.

Mag picked out 120 pig’s eyes from the 10,000 eyeballs very quickly, and completed the system’s mission with a surplus.

“Ding!”

Following that crisp ring, the scene before Mag’s eyes changed. He’s back in the familiar kitchen.

On the wall at the side was a 365-day countdown timer.

“Roasted pig’s eyes… luckily I haven’t tried this dark cuisine yet. I suppose the requirements would not be too strict, right?” Mag pulled out a basin of pig’s eyes from the fridge as he mumbled to himself.

The eyeballs, which were dug out from the roots, still had all the meat and fat attached to them. The bamboo skewer should not be skewered through the eyeball, but through the meat. Otherwise, the customers would not be able to experience that ceremonious moment when the liquid squirted out from the eyeball.