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

“This must be the pinnacle of soups. An unsurpassable pinnacle,” Febid praised lavishly as he held the tiny bowl and drank from it gingerly. He was not even going to spill a single drop.

“Mr Febid who’s famous for being brutally honest actually gave such a comment. It’s too unbelievable.” Everyone was shocked to hear that. Those who knew Febid’s culinary criticism style found it even more unbelievable.

“See, I told you so. I said Boss Mag would definitely win. I tasted the ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ yesterday. That taste… tsk tsk, it was simply unforgettable,” Harrison said to that freshwater seafood soup’s fanatic fan next to him smugly.

The fanatic fan snickered, but he was obviously losing his confidence as he said, “Heh. There are still three of them. The winner is not out yet.”

Looks like Mr. Mag’s new product has brought excellent innovation again. Robert’s eyes lit up too.

During this time, many restaurants in Chaos City had started to copy and learn Mamy Restaurant’s cooking style, and came up with new dishes.

Chaos City’s culinary world that had been stagnant for the past few years had begun to enter into a flourishing period of time.

Even though there still weren’t any new dishes that were amazing and revolutionary, this was a good phenomenon, and it gave plenty of surprises to the foodies as they could discover more and more new and interesting dishes.

A one-man show that led the culinary trends. This had never happened in the history of Chaos City, and even in the history of Norland Continent, before. Mr. Mag could become a man that was written about in the history books because of food.

Robert fed himself a spoonful of soup, and his eyes lit up brighter and brighter. The delicious soup was meaty but not greasy. The distinct layering of ingredients was amazing. He wanted to decipher each and every one of them, but there simply too many of them for him to do so. Some were even unknown to him.

After swallowing the ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’, Robert smiled. “Seems like there will be a change for the next Delicious Cuisine Rankings.”

Avis took a sip of the soup too. The scrumptious taste of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ blossomed in his mouth with a strong impact that made him appear shocked.

The rising generation is to be reckoned with. Avis gazed at Mag and marvelled in his heart. He had ranked Mag in the first place for the Meat Rankings. Both red braised pork and peking duck had given him an intense impact.

Mag’s cooking technique and out-of-the-box cooking ideas had surpassed all chefs of this era, including all those old guys who had spent decades in the kitchen.

“If this soup is presented at the king of Roth Empire’s court banquet, it will definitely get the best dish award. I am awed and impressed with Mr. Mag’s culinary knowledge and innovation.” Avis looked at Mag and praised him sincerely.

Mag cupped his hands, and humbly replied, “You are being too kind, Sir.”

“Is the president saying that Boss Mag’s ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ is going to take the top spot?”

“Old Master Avis’s comment for the freshwater seafood soup was a promising future, but his comment for Boss Mag’s ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ was the court’s banquet’s best dish! Isn’t the disparity very obvious?”

“Even though they have not entered into the final voting round, the tables seem to have turned totally?”

“Haha. Boss Mag’s capabilities are not just for show.”

The surrounding crowd began to discuss spiritedly.

Sith held the tiny bowl in his hands with a pale face.

“Boss… Boss, are we going to lose?” the bald guy asked Sith softly with a panicked expression. He no longer looked smug and confident.

He has received great comments beyond my expectations, and the interesting part is that every judge had different ingredients in their bowls for the exact same soup. Then, I will follow what I did earlier and taste the meat first. Randy placed the shrimp that he had peeled back into the freshwater seafood soup, and used the spoon to scoop a piece of meat from the bowl. Seems like a piece of chicken. There is indeed a rich taste of chicken broth in the soup. I just wonder, how would this piece of chicken taste after being cooked for such a long period of time?

Randy put the diced up chicken into his mouth.

The most particular aspect when it came to cooking meat was the control of the fire and heat. When the meat was cooked for too long, it could become so dry or so mushy it lost its bite and flavor.

As an exacting meatatarian, Randy had such a high standard for meat that it was almost perverted. He had once backpacked across the entire Norland Continent in search of the perfect meat dish. This was also why he could become the youngest columnist for “Meatatarianism” ever within one short year.

The readers always commented that his words had a soul. He was a true meatatarian.

According to his experience, meat that was cooked for so long would have lost its flavor and texture.

He bit down on the chicken, and it wasn’t mushy as he thought it would be; instead, it was perfectly soft and tender. What was even more unbelievable was the rich meaty taste.

It wasn’t just the taste of chicken. The fragrance of the wine, seafood, and mushrooms and all the different aromas of different meat had merged together and seeped into the chicken. All the ingredients’ tastes were integrated with one another, and one could sense different tastes in all the ingredients. The chicken was soft but not mushy when chewed, and there was an endless aftertaste.

Randy felt his scalp had started to tingle. This had totally subverted his understanding of meat as he had never met food like this.

The taste buds had already gone crazy as they welcomed this amazing revelry. He had almost chewed his tongue off too.

He didn’t feel satisfied after he swallowed the piece of chicken. He wanted more.

“I cannot find words or phrases to describe this sensation. Even when compared to all the meat dishes I have had before, this piece of meat was among the top three I have ever tasted. What is even more unbelievable is that I actually met it in a bowl of soup. This world has gone crazy!” Randy’s face was full of awe as he smiled at Mag. “I think I know what I should write for this month’s column. Mr. Mag, I really should thank you.”

“You are too kind.” Mag gave a brief nod. He couldn’t stand these so-called food critics the most. He wished they would become cooks in their next life.

Randy retrieved his gaze and scooped up a piece of transparent shark’s fin. He studied it for a moment before putting it into his mouth.

The slippery shark’s fin glided into his mouth instantly. The shark’s fin that had absorbed all the broth had a very amazing texture and wonderful taste. It gave him a totally different experience from the chicken.

All the five judges were tasting and scrutinizing the tiny bowl of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’. The big bowl of freshwater seafood soup at the side was totally ignored.

“Ding.” Febid’s spoon was the first to hit the bottom of the bowl. He lifted the tiny bowl to his mouth and titled his head to swallow the last few drops. He said to Mag, “Boss Mag, one more bowl, please!”