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A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World
Chapter 51 - Blood Runs HotChapter 51: Blood Runs Hot
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“La zhi roujiamo?” Habeng was a little puzzled, just like he had felt when he’d first heard the words “Yangzhou fried rice”. However, the meat 1 in its name really intrigued him. “Two for me, Mag,” he said, a little thrilled.
“Two… for me,” Haga echoed. He, too, was pretty expectant because they both loved meat the most. To be sure, Yangzhou fried rice was good, but it only had a little meat in it.
“Sure. Please wait a second,” Mag answered, and went into the kitchen.
“Mobai, you’re always the first,” Habeng said with a smile as he sat opposite Mobai.
Mobai shook his head. “Not today. A human girl came earlier than me.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Good morning, little… lady,” Haga said with a smile as he looked at Amy.
Amy nodded. “Morning, Big Orc.” Then she looked at his fangs and asked curiously, “Will these get in the way when you eat?”
Haga shook his head, smiling. “I’m… used to it.”
“Mine are very even.” Amy revealed her small even teeth to him, showing off.
Haga smiled, and then he took a seat beside Habeng and waited for his meal.
After a little while, Mag came out with three roujiamos and served one to each of them.
“Smells good. This is the la zhi roujiamo you talked about? It has a lot of meat in it.” The strong meat aroma made him swallow as he held it in his hand. Inside the bag, the white bai ji bread was stuffed with lean meat and fat, which was seductively greasy.
“It sure is quite different than the Yangzhou fried rice. I’ve never smelled such a special meat aroma. It’s most appetizing,” Mobai complimented as he looked at the roujiamo in his hand. Then he finished the last bite of Yangzhou fried rice on his plate.
“I’ll try it now.” Habeng tore the bag open and ate almost half of it in one gulp.
The streaky pork which had absorbed the tasty gravy was wrapped by the sweet bai ji bread. As he chewed on it, the tasty gravy seeped into the bread and the soft yet chewy meat melted in his mouth. It was so delicious that every taste bud was dancing as their craving for meat had been greatly satisfied.
Habeng found it more surprising after he swallowed. The roujiamo was like a fireball falling down his throat, just as if he had taken a draught of wine. His blood became hot as if something inside him had been awakened.
“Roar!”
Habeng couldn’t help but tilt his head back and let out a roar, which even made the table shake. It was loud.
“Yes?” Amy lifted an eyebrow and seemed a little irritated. She held out her hand.
However, Mag softly held her little hand before she could unleash her fireball. He smiled and shook his head, signalling her not to do that.
He looked at Habeng curiously, knowing that he didn’t do it on purpose. The system had said that the roujiamo had a stronger effect on a wilder species.
Even he felt restless after eating it, and orcs were much wilder than humans, so it wasn’t very strange that Habeng had reacted violently. He didn’t know the effect it would cause, though.
Habeng’s roar startled Mobai and Haga, but they had tried the Yangzhou fried rice and knew it could relieve fatigue, so they were not worried that this roujiamo would be bad for them. Instead, they were looking at Habeng with expectation, wondering what special effect it would cause.
After a roar, the hot-blooded Habeng looked toward Amy first and was relieved when he saw no fireball. “Sorry about that. I couldn’t help it,” he said apologetically. “Mag, this roujiamo is really good, but it made me… I feel my blood is pumping, and my strength seems to have been increased.”
Mag nodded, smiling. “Yes.”
As Mobai and Haga heard this, their eyes lit up. They took a bite of their roujiamos at the same time immediately.
Both were lost in its taste right away. After they swallowed, the hot blood also made them roar despite themselves.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhile Mobai’s sound was much lower, Haga’s was louder, like Habeng’s. Haga scratched his head embarrassedly. “So… Sorry,” he said to Amy.
Amy nodded. “It’s your first time, Big Orc. I won’t mind. But it’s not the first time for someone.”
“Sorry. It won’t happen again…” Habeng said as he nodded. Then he took another huge bite, savoring the delicious meat and bai ji bread. What an intoxicating taste! He swallowed, and this time he had learned—he covered his mouth quickly and made no sound.
Haga copied his brother and covered his mouth each time he swallowed, restraining his roar and at the same time savoring the good food.
“It’s very good. Give me five more, Mag!” Habeng said to Mag as he put the bag on the table. He was a little excited, his face still red.
Now that he had finished it, he was fully aware of the effect of this roujiamo. Not only could it excite the body, but it was even able to stimulate the blood and increase the strength.
“Me… too. Five.” Haga held up five fingers to Mag.
Mobai shook his head. “It’s pretty good. But I feel my body can’t stand this excitement anymore. This one should be enough for me.” The blood was rushing inside his body. Although he got used to it quickly and even felt a little comfortable, he liked Yangzhou fried rice better as it would soothe his muscles.
“Today we only serve samples, so each person can only get up to three samples for each meal,” Mag said as he shook his head, smiling. “It might need to be improved, so we’ll start to sell it tomorrow officially. There’ll be no limit, but since the ingredients prepared are limited, first come, first served.”
He didn’t want to make too many roujiamos today, because they were only samples, and the meat wasn’t quite ready. It was only a warm-up for tomorrow, so he didn’t care about how many he could sell, but rather how many people he could sell them to.
“It’s so good, three is not enough.” Habeng was a little anxious. “Mag, how much is it? I’ll double the price and buy another two. What do you say?” he asked.