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

Chapter 1913: The Smell Of Money

Garlan, who also tried a piece of red braised pork, also had mixed feelings.

However, after they arrived at Mamy Restaurant, everything was completely different from what they had expected.

The eggplant with garlic sauce that surpassed fish without fish really existed, and the red braised pork made with greasy pork belly was indeed so delicious it made one fall deeply in love with it.

As an experienced chief editor of a gourmet magazine, Garlan was not any worse than Mylo when it came to identifying delicacies. He even had a wider exposure to delicacies.

Mamy Restaurant was indeed the most unique restaurant he had met in his entire career, or to be exact, his entire life.

If one was not trying to find trouble on purpose, no one would be able to find anything to nitpick.

Was the red braised pork not fragrant enough? Or was the eggplant with garlic sauce not good enough to go with rice?

A comfortable dining environment, harmonious atmosphere, beautiful service staff, gentle service, and spatial magic caster to serve your dishes… They were things that a normal restaurant might not be able to do even one of, yet Mamy Restaurant did them all.

Why would one find trouble with such a restaurant, unless it was going against one’s conscience?

Mylo was right. In terms of their motivations when they set off, they had failed. Utterly failed.

“It’s impossible to fail. It’s the biggest success to have tried such delicious food.” Garlan quickly smiled and winked at Mylo.

Mylo was slightly stunned. After that, he quickly understood. Since they had come all the way here, and had failed to expose the lies, why not look at it in a different way, and think of it as seeking out a new restaurant?

For a person who lived on words, such flexibility was basic.

A change in thoughts made Mylo’s attitude change completely.

At first, he came in thinking of ways to nitpick and find fault. Now, he just had to enjoy the delicacies and dig out points that Derrick and Randy had failed to write about and recreate the articles.

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“Hi, your ‘Buddha jumps over the wall.'” Not long later, Yabemiya walked over with a small pot, and placed it gently in front of Garlan.

There was a cover over the pot, which gave it a level of mysteriousness.

“Thank you,” Garlan thanked, and put his chopsticks down. He wiped his mouth, and looked at the little pot in front of him sincerely.

Balding was a very serious topic, and right now, in front of him was probably the perfect solution to his problem. He had to be respectful.

Mylo also put down his chopsticks. He looked at the simple and thick little pot expectantly as well. This dish was not written about by Derrick or Randy.

After taking in a deep breath, Garlan opened up the cover on the small pot.

Steam rose, and a rich meaty fragrance wafted out.

Mylo took a good sniff. The most striking smell was the smell of seafood. The meaty fragrance was equally rich. The smell of wild fungus toned down the smell of the former two, and there was even a faint scent of alcohol.

The layers of smell were very obvious. It was a combination of various ingredients and smells, making it difficult for one to really figure out what this dish was, and at the same time made one very curious about what it was.

Gulp.

Mylo could not help but swallow his saliva. It was very difficult to imagine that this fragrance actually came from a pot of soup.

Disregarding whether it actually had the effect of curing baldness, the smell alone also made Mylo want to give it a try. He wanted to find out for himself what exactly this soup tasted like, how many ingredients were hidden inside, and how this combination of tastes blended together.

When the steam had dispersed, the soup in the pot was revealed.

In the rich soup, there were various ingredients including abalone, chicken, shark’s fins… They were very obviously soft and tender, but still maintained their original shape. They did not disintegrate over the long hours of stewing.

The soup was rich but not murky, and looked really enticing.

“Just smelling it made me feel as though my hair was going to rush out of my scalp.” Garlan swallowed his saliva. He had already picked up his spoon impatiently to scoop up a spoonful of the brownish soup. He put the spoon to his mouth, and blew on it before drinking the soup.

The fresh soup submerged his taste buds slowly. The freshness of seafood and richness of meat… The tastes of various ingredients slowly unveiled, blooming into astounding goodness at the tip of his tongue.

The meaty fragrance was rich and not greasy, making one go for one mouthful after another.

The soup trickled down Garlan’s throat slowly and into his stomach, turning into a surge of warmth that rose up, gathering at the top of his head, and making his scalp tingle a little. Beads of perspiration formed on Garlan’s head.

“There’s really something?!” Garlan said, shocked and surprised. Although hair did not grow out immediately, he felt as though something was about to sprout out from the top of his head, and that was a very real feeling.

“What’s the taste like?” Mylo had already swallowed his saliva several times secretly.

“It’s the taste of money.” Garlan nodded seriously. After that, he scooped up another spoonful of soup, and put it into his mouth. He closed his eyes to enjoy the delicious soup flowing through his teeth.

This pot of soup had changed his perception of soups.

He thought that a soup could only be a calefare on the dining table. It was used either as an appetizer before a meal or as a filler after a meal.

However, this ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ had such an imposing aura that all the other dishes paled in comparison.

He could identify several ingredients in the pot.

The extremely fresh seafood justified the price of the dish. On top of that, there were various rare delicacies too. 10,000 copper coins for a serving of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ for these ingredients alone would have way surpassed all the other restaurants in Rodu that marked up their prices with gimmicks.

Not to mention that the goodness of the ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ was something the dishes served in those restaurants could not compare to.

“Can I give it a try?” Mylo could not hold himself back. He picked up his chopsticks, and stared hungrily at the ingredients.

“This is medicine. You can’t just try it.” Garlan picked the small pot up, and shifted it closer to himself.

“I’ll just give it a try. Just one mouthful.” Mylo’s gaze shifted with the ‘Buddha jumps over the wall.’

“Not even a mouthful. Whether or not my hair can grow out depends on this small pot of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall.’ Look, I already feel something on my head.” Garlan used his left hand to protect the little pot without budging.

“Miser.” Mylo looked at Garlan, who was sweating buckets, and did not know if he really felt something on his head. He could only grudgingly pick up a piece of red braised pork, and put it into his mouth.

After drinking a few big mouthfuls of soup, Garlan picked up a translucent shark fin. The tender shark fin almost slid right into his mouth, and after being submerged in the soup, it had a very wonderful and magical taste. It seemed like he was biting on nothing, and its mysteriousness made it such a joy to eat.