Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

"If the host needs it, this system can help develop the latest self-destruct device, which can automatically identify the other party's intention, and if it recognizes an abnormal eating intention, it can destroy it by itself." The voice of the system suddenly jumped out.

"How much is it?" Mag asked curiously.

"Batches can be 10 gold coins each." The system calculated in silence for a while, then said.

"Get lost!" Mag rolled his eyes and quickly walked into the kitchen.

I only sell a Roujiamo for three gold coins!

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"Your Yangzhou fried rice." Yabei Mia put the first Yangzhou fried rice lightly in front of Vesenio, and smiled. This guest is a bit pitiful. He was so hungry that he knelt down to Mag at the door in the morning, his face pale. He looked really hungry.

"Thank you." Vesenio said without raising his head, his eyes were completely attracted by the Yangzhou fried rice in front of him. Although he saw others eating it in the morning, he didn't seem to wake up at that time, so I didn't pay much attention to it, but seeing such a plate of colorful, delicious and tempting food in front of me, I couldn't help swallowing before I ate it.

Yabei Mia walked all the way carrying Yangzhou fried rice. The tempting aroma attracted many eyes. The visiting group of restaurant owners who happened to be lined up at the door all stared at the fried rice in front of Vesenio, each of them widened their eyes. Eye.

"What is this? Why do you have to chop all the ingredients so finely? Wouldn't it be less chewy and tasteless?" Andrew frowned, thinking that his pork chops have always been famous for their large portions. Yading Plaza, ranked 18th on the food list of Yading Plaza, half of the name is based on the weight. Every time he sees customers happily nibbling on big pork chops, he has a kind of recognition Happy feeling.

"The aroma of the eggs blends perfectly with the flavors of other ingredients, it's so tempting. If it's this size, is the rice wrapped in the eggs? But the rice is so small, how does he manage to make each egg evenly Wrapped in rice?" Bernice's eyes lit up, and she was also full of doubts.

The dishes of her restaurant occupy a place in Yading Square with its fineness, and its signature dish is ranked thirteenth in the food rankings. knife skills.

"The ingredients are bright in color and are all high-quality ingredients, but did he fry all these ingredients together? Added oil and seasoning? Is the food tasted really good by this cooking method? Every guest The tastes of the dishes are different, so the behavior of deciding the taste of the dishes without asking, won't it make the guests disgusted?" Myers frowned and thought.

What customers like most about his restaurant is being able to make food that suits them according to their tastes,

Although the restaurant does not have any representative food for this reason, it also has a group of regular customers and the business is good.

However, although everyone had doubts in their hearts, they were silent and did not speak at this meeting. Commenting on dishes in other people's restaurants is a bad behavior, and it can be regarded as spoiling the situation. As a chef, I still value this very much.

"Huh?" Seemingly feeling the gazes coming from the side, Vesenio raised his head all of a sudden, looked at the uncles and aunts who poked their heads over, stretched out his hand and moved the fried rice in front of him, and said helplessly : "Uncles, aunts...can you stop staring at me like this, I will panic."

"Don't panic, let's take a look, we won't snatch it." Andrew said with a smile, his fat body trembling, full of deterrence.

"Then you can do whatever you want." Vesenio withdrew his gaze. The words of this strong man who can hold down a full-grown pig by himself did not comfort him at all, but his stomach was growling now, so he still couldn't help picking it up. He picked up the spoon, took a spoonful of Yangzhou fried rice and fed it to his mouth.

"Delicious!"

Vesenio's eyes lit up immediately, and he felt the deliciousness spread in his mouth, and the taste of various ingredients mixed together was so special and delicious, which made him a little fascinated.

After swallowing, it turned into a warm current and slid down the throat. The decadent cells in the body seemed to be slowly waking up, like spring rain brushing over the long-dry land, gentle and comfortable, and most of the fatigue in the body disappeared immediately. , there was a tinge of blood on his pale face, and even the strength in his hands recovered a little.

"It's really effective! It's even faster than those folk remedies, and the taste is so delicious, no wonder my wife can't stop eating it in the morning!" Vesenio's eyes widened, looking at him in surprise He scooped up another spoonful of Yangzhou fried rice and fed it into his mouth, chewing cheerfully, one spoonful after another, unable to stop at all, devoting himself to the fried rice in front of him with a happy smile on his face, completely ignoring Bystanders.

"Gulu."

The people who had been staring at Vesenio from the beginning to the end couldn't help swallowing.

"Is it really that delicious?"

This idea floated in everyone's minds at the same time, but they still couldn't take their eyes off the Yangzhou fried rice that was shrinking under the spoon of Vesenio. more hungry.

As the dishes came up one after another, the aroma of Roujiamo and Yangzhou Fried Rice began to waft in the air, making the guests waiting in line to order a little commotion.

However, the half-dragon waiter ordered and served the food in the order of entering the restaurant from the beginning to the end. No one made mistakes, and he kept a comfortable smile on his face, and the waiting guests had nothing to say. of.

"What's this?" The visiting group looked at the Roujiamo that the guests at the table next to them had just received.

"Isn't it just a piece of meat sandwiched between two pancakes? It's still minced, so delicious?" Andrew was even more puzzled. If Yangzhou fried rice can be said to be delicate, then the taste of this pancake and meat should not be mixed. Will it be weird?

"The smell of this meat is so special. Has any of you ever cooked this kind of meat?" Bernice couldn't help but asked softly. Compared with the previous Yangzhou fried rice, the smell was more powerful, and it immediately aroused the appetite.

As a guest, I may just want to eat it as soon as possible, but as a restaurant owner and chef, I am more concerned about how such appetizing meat is made.

"Tonkatsu doesn't taste like this." Andrew shook his head.

"It's not baked." The old lady behind shook her head.

"Boiled ones are even worse." Miles also frowned.

"Why does it feel like this boss is cooking in a completely different way of cooking? Are these all his innovations?" the bald man couldn't help complaining.

"Heh, innovation? Over the years, there have been a lot of chefs who want to be innovative when opening restaurants, and finally they closed down the restaurant. I think the boss is just playing around. Now these customers feel novelty and come to join him. In a few days I guess no one wants to eat it." Bishop sneered, looking a little disdainful.

The guest sitting next to him heard everyone's conversation, looked up and down at Bishop, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he curled his lips and said, "Master, you are talking nonsense, Boss Mai's Roujiamo is delicious, It’s not that I haven’t eaten the shallot pancake in your house, it’s really incomparable with this one.”