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A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World
Chapter 15 - Owner, Give Me A Plate Of Yangzhou Fried Rice!Chapter 15: Owner, Give Me A Plate Of Yangzhou Fried Rice!
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMag shook his head smilingly, and replied calmly, “It’s not wrong. It’s simply that we have just opened, so we don’t have many different dishes, but more will be available later.”
Mobai shook his head. “I didn’t mean the number of dishes; it’s the price. This Yangzhou fried rice costs 600 copper coins each? Do you use giant dragon meat to make it?” he said, pointing at the line of words on the menu a little irritated.
He had thought that the decorations were great and that the innkeeper was also not bad, but hadn’t expected that they wanted to rip him off. Such small words they were; if he hadn’t seen clearly and had ordered directly, he would have spent 600 on nothing.
“Sorry, we don’t use dragon meat. But the price is not wrong. I think this Yangzhou fried rice is worth this price and then some more. You’re free to make your decision, sir,” replied Mag, neither humble nor arrogant, but he didn’t explain too much.
Mag had expected that certain customers would question the price, but he had absolute confidence in his Yangzhou fried rice. It was not worth 600? If it hadn’t been for the 1,000 plates’ mission, he would have set the price at 6,000 copper coins. This was a plate of Yangzhou fried rice made from the precious rice which was watered by the Spring of Life, and included various rare ingredients, with a cooking skill that people in this world could only look up to.
Mobai stared at Mag for a long while, but Mag was very calm the whole time, and didn’t show any guilt or impatience, looking as if he was waiting for him to decide.
Mobai was just about to stand up and leave when Amy glanced at him. He was too embarrassed by her disdainful look to stand up. The look on the little girl’s face was saying so blatantly that he had taken up her eating time.
“Right, I’ll make the Yangzhou fried rice for you, Amy.” Mag smiled and stroked his little girl’s head. Then he looked at Mobai. “You can take your time, sir. Please let me know when you have made up your mind.” After saying that, Mag turned around and went into the kitchen to start cooking.
Amy went back to sit on the long-legged chair behind the counter again. She rested her chin in her hands, blinked her eyes, and said innocently, “The rainbow fried rice is really very good. Amy loves it very much. Are you sure you don’t want one, grandpa?”
However, he thought of his questioning and irritating face just now. If he decided to eat the fried rice just because of her words, he would lose face, so he refrained from making that decision with great effort, crossed his arms before his chest, and answered in a cool voice, “I’ll think about it and decide later.”
“Okay, either way, you’ll fall in love with that taste in a while.” Amy shrugged as if having seen through everything. She turned her head away from Mobai and looked to the kitchen with great expectation.
“I won’t fall in love with some Yangzhou fried rice,” murmured Mobai, all tsundere. He felt he had been despised again. He had been despised by the same little girl twice in one day, but looking at her cute little face, he could do nothing but forgive her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHaving practiced tens of thousands of times in the test field and twice in real life, Mag had only used 10 minutes to cook a plate of Yangzhou fried rice.
When he went out with the plate, Mag glanced at Mobai, who was still sitting there, with some surprise. He thought this grumpy customer had already left.
Amy jumped off the chair, stared fixedly at the plate of rice on Mag’s hand, and clapped her little hands happily. “It smells so good. Father is so amazing!”
Mag put the fried rice on the table opposite Mobai, and, smiling, he said to Amy, “Wash your hands first, and then eat.”
“Okay.” Amy trotted into the kitchen, stepped on a little stool, and washed her hands; then she trotted back to the table again. She climbed onto the chair, brought herself close to the plate, and took a deep sniff; immediately, her big blue eyes became even brighter.
“Amy will start eating now,” said Amy, holding a spoon in her hand. Then she brought a spoonful of rice to her mouth and chewed merrily, her face full of happiness from enjoying the good food. One spoonful after another, she didn’t want to stop, her body shaking slightly all the while.
“Gulp…” Mobai heard the sound of himself swallowing his saliva. Unhesitatingly, he looked to Mag who was standing near. “Owner, give me a plate of Yangzhou fried rice!”