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

Chapter 1141: Boss Mag Is Too Stingy!

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

“Oh my heavens! Smells so good!!!”

Everyone’s gaze landed on the huge wine urn that was simmering on the stove at the restaurant’s entrance. The urn’s seal was removed, and that incredible aroma had come from that urn.

If the freshwater seafood soup’s aroma could be described as enticing, then this aroma would be jaw-dropping. It appeared instantly when the lid was removed.

The intense aroma seeped out, and instantly covered the aroma of the freshwater seafood soup. It was a wonderful combination of seafood, meat, mushrooms… and a faint wine fragrance. It brought out the most unbelievable aroma that made one trapped within it.

The crowd jeering earlier shut their mouths. They swallowed as they stared at the wine urn. What was in there? And why did it give out such a beautiful smell!?

“How… could this be…” The bald guy’s mouth was agape. Even though he didn’t want to acknowledge it, this never-ending aroma that seeped into his nose had already destroyed most of his confidence.

“This aroma… is simply too outstanding!” Randy had forgotten to put the shrimp he had peeled into his mouth. He opened his mouth slightly and extended his neck to look at the wine urn.

“This aroma. How could this be!” Candice, who was drinking the soup, suddenly raised her head and looked at Mag in disbelief.

Robert, Febid, and Avis also put their spoons down and stared at Mag in a shock. Obviously, they were taken aback by the aroma.

Yabemiya came up with a stack of small bowls, and softly asked, “Boss, are we really using such small bowls? Won’t they be too small?”

“They are not paying, so just a small bowl will do,” Mag said in a hushed voice discreetly. He took the bowls and started to fill them up.

He filled up six small bowls of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’. There were four pieces of ingredients in each bowl, and they differed in each bowl.

“Send these over to the judges and Boss Sith.” Mag put away the ladle, smiling, and said to them, “‘Buddha jumps over the wall’, please taste it.”

Bowls of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ were placed in front of the judges, and the last bowl was given to Sith.

Mag lifted the bowl of freshwater seafood soup that Sith gave to him earlier, and gestured to Sith before using a spoon to drink a sip. The texture was smooth, fresh, and fragrant. The freshness of freshwater seafood was displayed to a perfection without any hint of fishiness. It was a good bowl of soup, much better than most chefs’.

“Good soup.” Mag gave Sith a thumbs-up, and then placed the bowl aside. He was feeling too full to drink another bowl of soup.

Sith’s mouth twitched as he looked at the bowl that was put aside by Mag. He couldn’t decipher if Mag’s words were sincere praise or he was just being polite.

The ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ was placed in front of the judges. Compared to the big bowl of freshwater seafood soup, the small bowl of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ seemed a little petite. It was only about one-fifth of the freshwater seafood soup.

“Even though this soup smells tantalizing, this boss is too stingy. He only gave them such a small bowl,” someone in the crowd commented.

However, the majority of the people’s attention was on the five judges now. Both parties had already presented their soups. The result was now in the hands of the judges.

She had stayed in Rodu for 40 over years. Most of her friends were chefs, and she had tasted numerous delicacies, but she had never encountered a soup with such an invasive aroma.

Furthermore, this invasiveness wasn’t off-putting. Instead, it made her want to simply surrender and face the impulsiveness head-on.

Of course, the use of such words was inappropriate, but that was exactly how she was feeling now.

A seemingly messy combination had merged into an irresistible amazing aroma perfectly. This was simply unbelievable.

Soup was alway viewed as the side dish on the dining table.

However, if there were a table full of dishes now, even if it was the court banquet, this soup’s aroma would already make it the absolute main dish.

Mag’s previous arrogant behavior gave her a rather bad impression, but this soup made her unable to resist wanting to try it.

The tasty broth slowly nourished the taste buds, and then it raised a madness like a thunderstorm!

The freshness of the seafood, the richness of the meat, the fragrance of the mushrooms… All the tastes of the different ingredients slowly entered the stage and released their amazing tastes on the tongue. It was played out on the tip of the tongue like a mesmerizing musical ensemble.

After swallowing the soup, Candice uncontrollably praised, “Oh! Unbelievable taste! How did the tastes of so many different ingredients come together in such a small mouthful of soup? Not only is it not abrupt, the rich layering makes one mesmerized. This is a master’s level cooking skill. It’s astonishing.”

She felt it was inappropriate as soon as she said the words, but looking at the wonderful bowl of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’, she couldn’t lie. That would be profanity to her beliefs and decades of perseverance to her career.

After a moment of silence, astonished looks began to appear on the faces of the surrounding crowd.

Mag had rebutted the Queen of the Culinary earlier, and now she was heaping praises on the ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’. This was too unbelievable.

“Boss Mag indeed never disappoints.” Febid stared at the tiny bowl in front of him, and fed himself a spoonful with tears in his eyes.

There was a turning point in his career, and that was the duel between Mag and Ricky. As an outstanding brutally honest critic, the only negative comment he could come up with for Mag was his stinginess. This gave him a serious reservation about his profession.

Because of this, he had to stop writing for a week. Then, he recollected himself and went to Mamy Restaurant to nitpick and regain his confidence.

From that day onward, every day was a downward spiral.

And it continued to spiral down and down.

Until now, the only negative comment he could come up with was still: Boss Mag was too stingy!

This…

…was seriously disappointing.

The scrumptious soup washed over the taste buds, and the layering of the dozens of ingredients was astonishing. The combined flavor was so mesmerizing as if he was floating in the warm spring water. It was so comfortable that he wanted to go to sleep.

“As expected… Boss Mag is still so stingy!”

Febid opened his eyes to look at that little bowl with tears in his eyes.