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

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After eating the last piece of fish, Focks lay on the table, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his strength seemed to be taken away. He couldn't even hold the chopsticks, like a salty fish that lost his dream.

"This smell, how could there be such a powerful impact ... It was ... It was ... I couldn't control myself!" Focks supported himself to lifts the head and looked at Mag, who was standing at the kitchen door with a smile, Slightly squinting his eyes, "Is this guy deliberately taking medicine in this dish in order to report revenge at the restaurant door?"

No matter what, Focks felt that he could not move anymore, and even when fighting against others, he never felt as weak as he is now.

"Doubles are abnormally spicy. Look at it, most people really can't stand it, and most dragons can't stand it." Mag looked at the tearful Focks, a smile on his corner of his mouth, feeling quite happy.

It wasn't that he forced him to eat it, but he ate it bit by bit, and he couldn't get him up.

"Wow! It's so delicious! Give me another spicy grilled fish! Let's have abnormal spicy, refreshing! If you can get another barrel of wine, Boss, do you sell wine here?" Heavid chopsticks to A pat on the table asked Mag with a look of excitement.

"Sorry, now the restaurant does not provide drinks for sale." Mag shook his head. He actually agreed with the fact that the roast fish was served with Beer, but only the system not at all recipe for him to make wine.

"That's a pity." Heavid was a little disappointed, glanced at the menu aside, and eye brightened: "Yes, I just saw that ice cream on the menu. Is it made of ice cubes? Give me one. "

"Ice cream is not made of ice, but it is indeed ice. There are 4 flavors to choose from. I don't know what flavor the customer wants?" Mag shook his head and looked at Heavid, whose flames had not yet been absorbed, such an The big man with burning fire eating ice cream, this picture is full of impact just by imagination.

"Any flavor is fine. I just want to soothe my throat with ice cubes, and then have a spicy grilled fish." Heavid waved his hands indifferently.

"Okay, please wait." Mag nodded, turned and went into the kitchen.

"Blueberry-flavored ice cream, please use it slowly." Yabei Mia quickly walked out with an ice cream and carefully handed it to Heavid.

"This is the ice cream? It looks a little bit small, but it's gone, but it's really ice." Heavid took the ice cream, raised his hand, and looked in front of his eyes.

The fiery temperature rolled up, and the surface of the two ice cream balls, which were originally spherical, overlapped immediately.

"So hot?" Heavid raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to bite off one, exactly 2 balls in 2 mouths.

"Uncle fire-man, ice cream is not eaten like this, ice cream is to be licked and eaten, if you eat with a big mouthful, there is no way to taste the deliciousness of ice cream." Amy promptly reminded.

"So?" Heavid wondered, but still obediently put out his tongue and licked the ice cream that started to melt.

"This feeling!"

Heavid's eye stared, and the ice cream like snow melted a little bit on the tongue, and the cold pleasure rose from the tip of the tongue, slowly extinguishing the heat caused by the spicy grilled fish. The sweet and sour feeling was like a light airflow. Generally rising, it makes people feel extremely comfortable, making him close his eyes unconsciously.

He saw a petite amethyst giant dragon standing on a cliff, with a proud neck, half-closed eyes and whispering softly, her voice was so cute and charming, even if it was meaningless Singing softly drunk him.

Later, he accidentally made a sound, and she was awakened. She glanced back at him, a little surprised, with a bit of alert, and flew away.

That was the first time they met, and it was only one time. He did n’t have time to ask her name and did n’t know where she lived, but the purple silhouette singing softly with her neck on her neck was deeply imprinted in his heart. .

In this brief moment, he suddenly understood what it was like, maybe it was the so-called love, or the love that humans often hang on their lips ... at first sight?

"Uncle fire-man, your ice cream is gone," Amy reminded.

Heavid quickly opened his eyes, licked the ice cream that was about to drip, and felt the sweet and sour taste spreading in his mouth. He licked the ice cream with a bite, and his face was full of cheerful and happy expressions. With Amy said with a smile: "little girl, you're right at all, this ice cream is the right way to lick and eat, it's so delicious."

"Although she is the girl of the Amethyst Giant Dragon Race, this time you may go back to Amethyst Island to see it, see you later, and ask her name, at least not to regret it in your heart." Heavid aside Licking ice cream, while thinking in my heart, the smile on my face seemed a little pink.

"Uncle fire-man looks cute with ice cream, Father, can Amy also have an ice cream?" Amy looked back at Mag and asked.

"Of course, what flavor does Amy want to eat?" Mag smiled at nodded, watching Heavid licking carefully with ice cream, carefully holding Heavid with ice cream, really a little contrasting cute.

"Vanilla, Amy hasn't eaten vanilla-flavored ice cream yet." Amy as it should be by rights said.

"Okay, I'll do it for you." Mag smiled at Amy's hair and turned into the restaurant.

Everyone was immersed in gourmet food and ushered in an unprecedented festival of gourmet food.

Demons and giant dragons are not good at cooking. Many times simply do not have the concept of cooking.

Today, the food made by Mag completely subverts the world view they have built for hundreds of years. It turns out that food becomes so delicious after cooking, and eating raw is exactly 100 things!

"belch……"

There was a snoring sound in the restaurant, and then it seemed to be contagious. All of a sudden the restaurant snored, and even the two civil servants in charge of the record were contentedly touching their swollen belly and beating. .

"Michael city lord, if you continue the talks tomorrow, will you still be in this restaurant?" Dracula looked at Michael and asked.

Others heard that they also looked towards Michael.

"Mamy Restaurant, our City Lord's mansion only booked for this evening, so if we talk tomorrow, we will not continue at Mamy Restaurant." Michael shook his head and paused for a while, pointing at Mag: "If you want to continue If you do it here, you can discuss it with Boss Mag yourself. "