Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 701 Don“t Underestimate Old Men

“Sigh, it looks like Boss Mag really has gone on a long trip this time. I’ve been waiting at the entrance of the restaurant for an entire day, but I didn’t even catch a simple glimpse of Boss Mag and Little Amy.”

“Even though Boss Mag wrote a hiatus slip, I still feel so angry! If I were his boss, I definitely wouldn’t allow him to take any breaks!”

“Five whole days! My God, will I be able to survive until Boss Mag gets back?!”

“How about you put down that biscuit before you say that?”

At the entrance of Mamy Restaurant, there were a few customers looking at the hiatus slip plastered to the door, and all of them wore expressions of dejection and disappointment.

“Let’s all go back for now, everyone. Boss Mag never goes back on his word, so even if he comes back on the fourth day, he’ll definitely only open his restaurant again on the fifth day. I’m going to get an ice cream from the ice cream shop to soothe my wounded soul.” Harrison climbed onto a horse-drawn carriage with his hand clasped over his heart and a hurt expression on his face.

“What do we do now, Boss? Boss Mag isn’t home; looks like we won’t be able to eat our holy roujiamo.”

Mond was carrying a large rucksack as he turned to Sargeras with a concerned expression. All of the other lava demons also wore similar expressions on their faces.

Sargeras looked at the closed restaurant, and rubbed his large bald head as he loudly said, “We have to understand that Boss Mag can’t always be around to cook for us. The third group of warriors from our lava demon race is about to arrive in a few days, so we should take this opportunity to save up some money, then welcome them with the most delicious roujiamos.”

“Then, what are we going to eat tonight?” Kiel asked.

Sargeras thought about this for a moment before waving his hand as he announced, “Come on, let’s go eat some chicken.”

...

Within a large force in the Aden Square, a series of well-built dwarves were striking red-hot weapons before them with their hammers over and over again, creating a loud commotion amid the scorching temperature.

Cyril had two cotton balls stuck in his ears, and was taking a nap while resting his head on the table in the neighboring room, completely unaffected by the commotion in the forge.

Right at this moment, a young butler quickly strode into the room. He wore an excited look on his face as he said, “Young Master, we’ve received news that Blue Suede has been unable to sell even a single item of clothing, and aside from the employees they have to clean up their storage room, they hired a dozen or so tailors at the same time to produce more clothes. Those tailors are all being paid double wages as well! Just their daily wages are a massive expenditure for the shop, and Blue Suede is incurring even greater losses now!”

“What?” Cyril immediately plucked the cotton balls out of his ears and rose to his feet.

The excited butler continued, “Blue Suede is still incurring losses at this point, but ever since you came to manage the forge, we’ve already received two large orders. As long as we can get those orders done in time, even after deducting wage costs, we’d still be able to earn at least 1,000,000 copper coins of profit. We’ll definitely be able to beat Blue Suede in a profit contest!”

“Yes!” Cyril clapped his hands together, and began to pace around the room with an excited expression as he murmured to himself, “Let me see how you’re going to compete with me, Gloria! The Moreton Family is mine, and it’ll always be mine! When I take over as the family leader, I’m going to kick you and your entire family out of Moreton Manor...”

...

Mag felt like there was no way that he would be able to become a saint, as he simply lacked the required inherent qualities. For example, in the face of this man, who was insulting him a second ago, but was now sucking up to him and asking him to teach him how to cook fish, Mag simply couldn’t find it in himself to forgive this man and bestow upon him his cooking knowledge.

As such, he was feeling a lot better at the sight of the enraged expression returning to Matthew’s face.

Matthew’s face had turned as red as a tomato again, and was glaring at Mag with trembling fists. He had already completely swallowed his pride to try and learn from Mag, only to be rejected and insulted in return!

He was so close; if Mag could reveal his secrets to him, he was sure that he would be able to cook an even more delicious fish than Mag could, and make the second prince fall in love with his fish again.

Mag wore a smile on his face as he looked at the furious Matthew, and said, “Sorry, I don’t take old and talentless disciples. If you don’t mind, please step away from the table so my daughter and I can enjoy our meal in peace.”

Matthew gritted his teeth as he harrumphed coldly. “Hmph! Don’t underestimate an old man like me! I’m going to make a three-year deal with you right here. Three years later, you and I will have a cooking contest here in Rodu, and we’ll both cook our best fish dishes to see which of us is the better chef!”

Mag massaged his glabella with a speechless expression, and said, “Don’t flatter yourself; three years later, I will have forgotten about someone like you long ago.”

“I... I...” Matthew’s face had turned an even deeper shade of red, and it appeared as if he were about to breathe fire.

Mag looked at him with a serious expression, and said, “I still advise you to switch to cooking chicken. Look at you right now; you look so much like a fire chicken! Maybe you’re fated to cook chicken!”

“Three years later, I’ll be waiting for you to come and challenge me at Rodu. If you don’t come, I tell everyone that my chicken... Ptui, no, my fish is better than yours!” Matthew turned and left in a fit of rage.

“I’m serious; cooking chicken would be perfect for you!” Mag called out toward Matthew’s departing figure.

Matthew had just made his way over to the entrance of the dining hall, and he almost fell over upon hearing this. He only managed to prevent himself from stumbling after grabbing onto the doorframe for support, and then departed with a furious and resentful expression on his face.

Everyone else in the dining hall was also looking at Mag with antagonism on their faces. This man from Chaos City was simply far too abhorrent. How could he humiliate Matthew like this? In the face of a common enemy, all of the chefs had united, and were preparing to retaliate at any moment.

However, after Matthew left, Mag had lost all interest in the other chefs in the dining hall. After enjoying a delicious meal with Amy, he asked the servants to carry all of his stuff back into a secure room, and then followed them to the place where he and Amy were staying for the night.

He was preparing to use these things when cooking for the king during his birthday banquet, and after his ostentatious performance today, he couldn’t guarantee that there wouldn’t be anyone who tried to tinker with his things in order to screw him over. He wasn’t prepared to lose his life in this place, so it was naturally best to be more careful.

...

In some bushes outside Mamy Restaurant, a black-robed figure turned to Seuss, and said, “Team Leader, according to our investigation, the owner of the restaurant is around 30 years old, and came to Chaos City roughly three years ago. He also has a half-elf daughter who’s around four and a half years old; he’s the one likeliest candidate we’ve found to be Alex.”

“Where is he?” Seuss’s grip tightened around his wand, which was obscured up his sleeve.

“Apparently, this restaurant’s owner and his daughter have gone to Rodu with Ambassador Cayrols this morning. It seems that this also has something to do with His Highness, the second prince, as well,” the black-robed man replied.

“They went to Rodu?” A hint of surprise appeared on Seuss’s face. After a brief silence, he shook his head, and said, “I’ll be reporting this matter to His Highness. Make sure to keep a close eye on this restaurant, and if anything happens here, report to me immediately.”

...

In the Wind Forest, beneath the bright moon, the sound of a flute rang out. A snowy white deer galloped out from within the forest, and a pair of translucent wings of light appeared on its back. As it rose into the air, a river of stars appeared beneath its feet.

An exquisitely beautiful woman was sitting on the deer’s back, and she disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.