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

Chapter 1652: Combing It Neatly So It’s Easier For Amy To Burn

“What did you say? Who’s here?” Harris was stunned, and looked at Mag in disbelief.

“Master Rom from Issen Castle,” Mag said. “He came to the restaurant for breakfast today.”

“How’s that possible? That fellow is the kind who would stay in his forge forever.” Harris’s eyes widened. He was really shocked.Googlᴇ search ɴovel(F)ɪre

“Maybe the steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers is too good,” Mag said calmly.

“You mean… he came over because of your steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers? He would actually give up his resolution and belief to stay in his forge, and travel miles away to Chaos City just for a fish head?” Harris looked at Mag in disbelief.

“Isn’t the charm of a fish head enough?” Mag asked Harris.

Harris thought carefully and nodded, saying, “It’s enough.”

Didn’t he stay in Chaos City because of one dish? It might sound unbelievable, yet that was how it was.

“We’ll learn how to make beef kebab today. It’s the simplest skewered food.” Mag took out a lump of beef and some bamboo skewers, and placed them on the countertop. “We’ll start from cutting beef cubes and skewering the meat.”

“Grilling meat is my expertise. I’ll definitely learn it fast,” Harris said confidently.

Chapman stood at the side, watching like a serious student.

“Grilling is a technical job. You can only make good grilled meat if you have good control over the temperature. The preparation of ingredients is also very important. This beef that we’re using…” Mag started teaching very seriously.

Harris and Chapman were very good disciples. They already had a very good culinary foundation, and were humble and serious when cooking.

Therefore, other than the husband and wife lung slice, Mag also intended to teach them how to make beef kebab.

Without kebabs, suppers would be so lonely and boring.

Mag didn’t have the ability to let more people enjoy the kebab yet, but Harris, who loved to roam around and battle others, could bring the kebab far and wide.

Perhaps he could bring kebab to greater heights in Norland Continent’s supper scene.

One would never be able to earn all the money in the world. Adding a new, peculiar dish to a world’s food structure, and making it a trend would not be easy.

Just in Chaos City alone, even though Mag had never disallowed copies of his dishes, those restaurants in Aden Square which came up with various versions of his dish never really made it big after the hype was over.

Therefore, a professional disciple was equally important.

“Master, don’t worry. We won’t impart all these to another person after learning. It’s just for our own growth and learning,” Harris promised as he looked at Mag. He was very touched by Mag’s straightforwardness and contribution without asking for any returns. Recipes were very private secrets that even fathers might not impart to their sons, much less to two other complete strangers. Yet, he actually taught them everything without hiding anything because of a bet that they made.

Such character and trust made him admire Mag from deep down; therefore, Mag deserved the title “master”.

“You don’t have to keep it a secret for me. I think the current standard of the culinary world is too low. I hope that you can spread these two dishes out for me to increase the standard of the culinary world a little,” Mag said with a shake of his head.

“Er…” Harris was stunned. When he saw that Mag was calm, and didn’t seem like he was kidding, he could not help but sigh. “So this is the loneliness of an expert. I once felt that too, but I didn’t expect to meet you one day, Master. Don’t worry, in the future, I will spread the recipe whenever I go to a new place so that these two dishes can spread far and wide.”

“You’ll have to master it first.” Mag glanced at Harris with a smile, and asked, “You don’t want any tips from me this time as well?”

“No. A qualified student shouldn’t ask for tips without even trying. Although tips would mean fewer mistakes made, that would also mean fewer chances to find out where I am lacking and find room for improvement.” Harris rejected outrightly.

Chapman, who was standing at the side, hesitated for a while. He looked at Mag, and said, “Grandmaster, I would like to try it on my own this time.”

“Alright. Then go ahead. I’ll go out for a while.” Mag undid his apron, took some beef kebabs that were done, and walked out.

“Hey, why don’t you want the tips this time?” Harris asked Chapman with a smile.

“Master, you’re right. Shortcuts won’t help a chef grow. The things that are spoon-fed to you and the things that you understand through thinking are different. This is what you taught me since young,” Chapman said seriously.

“Alright. Let’s start from cutting the meat.” Harris took out a knife, and started cutting the meat seriously.

***

“Studying the blueprint?” Mag had gone to the blacksmith next door with the kebabs. Mobai, Lulu, and Hannah were sitting around a small table as they talked about the blueprint.

“Yes, Boss. Boss Mobai is really impressive. He’s almost done with the first part.” Hannah raised her head. There were three gray streaks on her face, making her look like a dirty little cat.

“Boss Mag.” Mobai looked at Mag and greeted him.

“I made some beef kebabs. Have some before you continue.” Mag passed the kebabs over. They were just right—two for each person.

“…Boss, I’ll bring you over to look at the machine.” Hannah brought Mag over to the forging room next door.

Hannah pointed at a row of big parts in the corner of the forging room, and said, “Look, these parts are already done. Now we just need the main body of the brewing machine. Boss Mobai said that the size was too big, and the forging room wasn’t large enough, so he had to go to his friend’s place, and get a few blacksmiths to make it with him.”

Hannah seriously said, “I made it myself. Although it’s a little uglier, it helped me make high-quality rum, and that shows that it’s a good machine.”

“Alright, alright, alright. I know you’re awesome,” Mag said with a smile. It seemed like the construction of the brewery could start at the same time. When it was done, the machine could be brought in, and they could start producing rum in large quantities.

Mag could already imagine how much of an investment it was to own a top-grade rum factory and own a top brand.

“Carry on, I’ll go get some sun.” Mag did not stay for long. After leaving the blacksmith, he saw Urien, who was combing Black Coal’s remaining few feathers outside the magic potion shop next door, and smilingly greeted, “Master Urien, are you combing Black Coal?”

Black Coal stretched its neck as it enjoyed the feeling of the teeth of the comb gliding down its body.

“I’m combing it neatly so it’s easier for Amy to burn,” Urien said in a hoarse voice.

“Hm?!”

(キ`゚Д゚ ́)!!

Black Coal returned to its cage stiffly.