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

Chapter 1713: Where I Lay In Peace

The mutton kebab, which was just off the grill, was golden brown. It was glistening with oil, and the fat in between the meat was grilled to a translucent state. The spring onions were green and fresh, and the fragrance from the mutton kebab was mouth-watering.

As he was an ardent fan of Mamy Restaurant, Abraham’s only motivation to stay in Chaos City was Boss Mag’s unlimited delicacies. He would always be pleasantly surprised by them.

It was so for the mutton soup in the morning, and it seemed that way for the mutton kebab in the afternoon too.

“I will dig in then.” Randy had already reached out for one mutton kebab. For a meatatarian like him, the most blissful thing was to eat meat in huge mouthfuls. This mutton kebab might look small, but it looked really good and full of meat.

He had yet to submit his draft for this month.

His drafts for the recent months had all been on Mamy Restaurant’s food, and he didn’t expect to have garnered such positive feedback that caused the sales for the Meatatarianism magazines to increase by folds.

Such a great reaction from the readers caused his pay to shoot up, and he was already one of the top earners among freelance food review writers.

Of course, he had not given up his dream of collecting rent every day.

Now that he was the supporting pillar for Meatatarianism’s writing, the publisher also started to rush him for his drafts more and more. He had even received seven letters rushing him for drafts, including a two-meter-long blade.ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ Noᴠel Fɪre.net

As a food critic with a dream, he would not do something like leaching off a restaurant, but… every time he decided to move on to the next restaurant, Boss Mag would happen to launch a new product, disrupting his plans.

This mutton kebab was the prime example.

“This is really the last time. If this mutton kebab doesn’t meet my expectations, I’ll leave Chaos City today, without even turning back!” Randy said to himself decisively. After that, he took a bite of the mutton kebab.

The size of the mutton was similar to the beef kebab’s. It was just nice for an adult’s mouth, so one would not look too unglamorous with their mouth full, but it was not too little, either.

Randy thought that Boss Mag was impressive with that alone.

Even an experienced meatatarian like him only had a rough concept of what was the most suitable bite of meat, but he had never thought of the exact size that it should be.

The mutton was slightly hot, but it was the perfect temperature for Randy as it could quickly awaken his taste buds, and make them quickly get into the right state.

There was a slight peppery and spicy taste on the surface of the mutton, exciting his awakened taste buds. However, compared to the rich sauce of the beef kebab, the spices on the mutton kebab were considered rather light.

He bit into the mutton. The fresh juice squirted out under the slightly charred skin, and the taste exploded in his mouth instantly. The perfect use of the spices complemented the mutton well. It was as though an exploding fireball was thrown into his mouth, making his taste buds busy.

“This taste! It gets better the more you chew on it. It’s comparable to beef kebab! Instead, it’s even fresher than the beef kebab!” Randy was filled with excitement and agitation.

That was really incredible. He had tried the mutton kebab made by the shepherds in the grasslands, but even the most skillful and experienced shepherd could not roast such delicious mutton kebab.

After mastering the control of the fire, the other elements that could create such a uniquely delicious roast mutton kebab were the perfect combination of spices and the texture and the originally enticing mutton itself.

“How’s it, Food Critic?” Abraham asked with a smile. He had already picked up a skewer of mutton kebab, and could already tell from Randy’s expression that this mutton kebab would not disappoint him.

“Rather spectacular!” Randy only uttered two words, and could not wait to move on to his second piece of mutton before getting intoxicated with the joy it brought him.

“It looks like Mamy Restaurant has another delicacy added to its menu.” Abraham bit into the mutton, and its taste exploded in his mouth. His eyes lit up immediately. The spices were just bits of decoration. The mutton itself was brought to its best during the roasting process. The sweetness of the meat made it hard to believe that this was mutton. The layers of meat and fat also brought about an enjoyable chewing experience as it was what caused the mutton not to be dry.

“I’ve decided that this week, I will use this mutton kebab for my Meatatarianism draft. Boss Mag is really my source of inspiration.” Now that he had finished one skewer, Randy placed the empty bamboo skewer on the table slowly, as though it was not enough.

“Look at you, you’re spoiling the market,” Abraham said with a chuckle as he picked up his second skewer.

“What I’m worried about is that with the rising popularity of Mamy Restaurant, there will be more food critics coming over for inspiration. That will make things difficult for me,” Randy said melancholily as he bit into a piece of mutton.

Abraham rolled his eyes, and said, “You food critics should be going around looking for delicacies for consumers, but you keep writing about the same restaurant. That’s not very nice.”

“I’ve gone to various places in the first half of my life. I’ve threaded roads covering the areas of the seven largest races. However, if you talk about the delicacies that left an impression on me, there’re really more in Mamy Restaurant than everything else added up together.” Randy sighed. “Tell me, isn’t that infuriating?”

“Then wouldn’t the Food Critic who started from Mamy Restaurant become the chosen one?” Abraham commented as he chewed on his mutton.

“That would be simply the luckiest thing. The same dish from the same restaurant could turn into a different story with a different feel if it was written by a different food critic. Therefore, I believe that Mamy Restaurant will become the most well-known restaurant in the entire Norland Continent, and will definitely leave a glorious record in history. I just hope right now that Boss Mag’s creative recipes can be spread more widely so that the future generation can inherit it,” Randy said with a smile.

“That’s not a bad idea.” Abraham looked at Randy in agreement.

***

“Lola, look at that black swan swimming in the lake. Do you think it looks like Boss Mag’s roasted duck?”

“Your Highness, that’s His Majesty’s favorite swan…” Lola said as she looked at Vanessa who was leaning on a fence, looking out into the distance. She felt that the princess was rather pitiful.

“Hmph. Royal Father would not let me go out after scamming me into returning home. I want to turn his favorite swan into a roasted duck!” Vanessa said through gritted teeth. She picked up some snow, and threw it hard at the black swan. The snow scattered in the sky and fell onto the lake as snowflakes, scaring the black swan as it escaped quickly in the opposite direction.

“Hahaha, look, it’s a stupid swan.” Vanessa laughed, and seemed a little better.

“Your Highness, if we left the palace now, there would be many people following us, and His Majesty wouldn’t let you go to Chaos City, so I think we should just stay in the palace,” Lola suggested softly.

“No. Mamy Restaurant is where I lay in peace. I will never give up on escaping from the palace!” Vanessa said with a resolute shake of her head.