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

Chapter 1737: Hold On To The Start, That Way, You Will See The End

Leiden brought two bowls of mutton that was almost flowing out with a smile as he looked at Amy, and said, “Such a cute little girl.”

“What a huge bowl! Thank you, Uncle!” Amy looked at the large bowl of mutton in front of her. She already could not wait, and told Mag, “Father, I’m going to dig in.”

“Go ahead.” Mag nodded with a smile, and picked up his chopsticks. He also wanted to know if the improved mutton would become a delicacy.

“Wow.” Amy put a piece of mutton in her mouth. She chewed on it, and her eyes lit up. She quickly chewed even faster, and could not help but sway from side to side as she chewed.

Mag looked at Amy, who was swaying happily, and could tell that the mutton stew was right up her alley. He picked up a piece of mutton, and looked at it.

The mutton was cut in a rather haphazard way. It was cut into an adult’s bite size. The mutton was red, and looked very delectable.

The fragrance wafted over with the steam. The strong rank odor which had been there before was almost negligible now, and was replaced by the intense fragrance of mutton. Other than that, there was also the scent of various spices, one of which attracted Mag’s attention.

It was an inexplicable fragrance. It was a spice he had never seen before. However, it made the smell of the mutton become special after it was added into this mutton stew.

Previously, the rank odor made Mag spit out the mutton immediately, but now this mutton made him want to give it a try.

He opened his mouth, and put the piece of mutton in. He bit onto it softly, and the fragrant gravy squirted out from the soft mutton.

Compared to the refreshingness of the mutton soup, this gravy was richer. The fragrance of the meat spread in his entire mouth, making his taste buds jump for joy.

He chewed on the mutton carefully. The meat was soft but not mushy, and it got more fragrant the more he chewed on it. Mag could feel the existence of those spices. They’d built a beautiful space with rich layers. On top of that, the special faint smell was like a layer of fog which made one fall into the beautiful trap of the delicacy.

This mutton stew might not be perfect, but to Mag, it definitely could be considered delicious, and a very unique one at that.

Leiden, Moore, Harrison, and Gjerj all looked at Mag nervously and expectantly. They were just like students waiting for their teacher to announce the test results. After all, Mag had not tried the improved mutton stew.

Mag swallowed the mutton in his mouth, and quickly put another piece in as he smiled, and enjoyed the tastiness releasing inside.

“Can you add another bowl of rice for me?” Mag placed his chopsticks down, and looked at Moore with a smile as he said, “Such a delicious bowl of mutton stew seemed to be lacking a little something without a bowl of white rice.”

“Alright, please hold on!” Moore’s eyes lit up. He quickly turned to get some rice.

Leiden also smiled. He felt relieved, as though he lived up to expectations, with Mag’s acknowledgement.

“Wow, looks like Boss Mag has a very positive review for this mutton stew,” Harrison said with a smile.

“It looks like the business in our mutton restaurant would not be bad, since it’s mutton stew that Boss Mag is satisfied with,” Gjerj added with a smile.

“The rank odor of the mutton was very thoroughly removed. The spices were also very well put together. The fire was controlled very well so that the mutton was soft but not mushy, and it’s even more fragrant the more you chew on it,” Mag reviewed seriously. He looked at Leiden, and curiously asked, “Can I ask what is that special spice that you’ve added to the mutton? I don’t seem to have seen it before.”

Leiden thought for a while, and his eyes lit up. He went to the kitchen cupboard to take out a half-foot long black tree branch, and asked, “Are you referring to this?”

Mag took the tree branch and sniffed it. His eyes lit up, and he nodded. “Yes. This is the smell.”

“This came from a shrub that grows near our tribe. I call it ‘Yan’. The shepherds would usually cut it up to use them as firewood, but I accidentally dropped one in while I was making mutton stew, and I realized that the taste was surprisingly good, so I kept the habit of adding Yan to mutton stew,” Leiden said embarrassedly.

“You do have some unique naming style.” Mag looked at Leiden with admiration. However, he was very interested in this spice called Yan. A spice was usually discovered by chance, and before Leiden, perhaps no shepherd would have thought that the firewood they used could make mutton become so fragrant. Delicacies also developed slowly through such coincidences.

“Hehe.” Leiden chuckled.

“Your rice.” Moore quickly placed a bowl of rice in front of Mag.New chapters are published on novelenglish.net . Fire(.)nᴇt

“Thank you.” Mag nodded with appreciation.

“Look, Father, you asked for rice too,” Amy said delightedly at Mag.

“Yeah. My Little Amy has an exceptional instinct when it comes to eating.” Mag nodded with a smile. He picked up his chopsticks, and fed himself some rice before putting a piece of mutton into his mouth.

The rice, together with the delicious mutton stew, was very good, and even though Mag and Amy had lunch, they could still eat a lot.

Leiden even scooped a small bowl of mutton for Ugly Duckling.

“Meow meow~” Ugly Duckling meowed as it ate happily. This was the first time it had received such treatment.

After all… it usually could only have some leftovers based on Amy’s mood.

Not long later, the rice and mutton stew were almost gone.

“Burp~”

The father-and-daughter duo burped with satisfaction at the same time, and exchanged gazes with a smile.

“Father, I think we’ve eaten too much,” Amy said as she looked at Mag.

“It’s because the mutton was too good.” Mag nodded with a smile.

“Do you want another bowl?” Leiden rubbed his hands together, surprised by such a statement.

“No, no, we really can’t eat anymore.” Mag quickly waved his hands. If he hadn’t had lunch, he would’ve considered having another bowl, but right now, he was indeed a little stuffed.

“Then please reserve my bowl, I will have it again next time,” Amy instructed seriously.

“Alright,” Leiden replied with a smile, nodding.

Mag pulled out eight silver coins from his pocket, and passed it to Leiden as he said, “Thank you for hosting. This mutton stew is very delicious. I suppose your business will be very good too.”

“I can’t accept your money. This restaurant belongs to you as well.” Leiden retracted his hands, and looked at Mag as he sincerely said, “I still wanted to ask your advice on another matter. This is the first time I’ve opened a restaurant, and there are suddenly so many customers. What can I do to satisfy everyone to the best of my abilities?”

“Hold on to the start, that way, you will see the end,” Mag replied with a smile.