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

After the lunch service was over, Mag followed Mobai out of the city.

Mobai’s artillery workshop was built in a plain that was five kilometers away from the city. Its surroundings were very desolate, and yellow mud was present everywhere. A courtyard made of yellow mud stood there awkwardly.

“I have bought all the land here, so nobody is going to come here. Hence, we can do any experiments we like,” Mobai said to Mag with a smile as he stopped the horse-drawn carriage they were in.

“This is rather nice. I guess the founding fathers who made the two bombs and one satellite had to struggle in such a difficult environment in exchange for world peace too¹.” Mag stood on the shaft and observed the surroundings. The plain that was experiencing severe desertification did resemble the Great Northwest.

“Come on in.” Mobai tethered the horse before unlocking the big lock on the courtyard and walked in.

Mag leaped down the carriage and followed him into the courtyard.

A strong smell of gunpowder greeted his nose the very moment he entered the courtyard. Iron ore was strewn around, and there were two cannons placed in a corner. They already looked like the cannons from the 16th century.

“Have a look, Boss Mag, these are the two cannons that I made two days ago. I have done some adjustments as the barrels were blasted off previously.” Mobai led Mag toward the cannons in the corner.

Although Mag graduated from Mechanical Design, he wasn’t specialized in the manufacturing of firearms, and had never studied advanced artillery in detail. Hence, he could only give advice from the professional mechanical angle on the two cannons’ manufacturing process. For example, changing the quenching method to increase the cannon barrel’s heat resistance, burnish the interior of the barrel, and thicken the barrel.

Furthermore, Mag had made a further improvement on the structure of the cannon—from the primitive launch by ignition to impact ignition to fire the cannon.

His teacher had used a World War II German cannon as a case study in class then, and he still remembered the structure diagram and parameters. However, whether they could reach the technological level of that standard would all depend on Mobai.

Mobai stared at that new blueprint in awe and said, “What an ingenious design! Boss Mag, you are such a genius!”

“I am only standing on the shoulders on the forebears.” Mag smiled and shook his head.

“Is there anyone else studying firearms too?” Mobai asked Mag curiously.

“Currently speaking, only you and me.” Mag shook his head.

“Boss Mag is actually willing to show me such a complete idea. I really don’t know how to thank you.” Mobai held that drawing as if it was a treasure.

“I can give you the blueprint free of charge, but I want to make a deal with you. You can only accept my orders after you make this cannon successfully, and you cannot pass the manufacturing technology and the blueprint to a third person,” Mag said to Mobai seriously.

“Boss Mag wants to own cannons too?” Mobai gazed at Mag, stunned.

“If the peace treaty can’t continue, this world will be plunged into chaos again. An ordinary person like me needs some form of self-defense,” Mag said with a smile.

“I see. Don’t worry, Boss Mag. There would definitely be plenty of people protecting you given your culinary skills. Furthermore, you still have Lord Krassu and Lord Urien.” Mobai said with a smile. “But, I will agree to all your conditions. No matter how many of them you need in the future, just say it. My target is that evil dragon, and I don’t intend to earn money with the cannons.”

Mag nodded slightly. That was also why he chose to give the artillery technology to Mobai.

“Apart from cannons, I also want you to custom-make a batch of landmines¹…” Mag continued.

An hour later, Mag went back to the restaurant in Mobai’s horse-drawn carriage.

“You can stop now, Big Orc. Go back early today. We will halt this batch of orders first. From tomorrow onward, you will follow me to the workshop outside of the city first. We need to rush out a new batch of orders,” Mobai said to Lulu, who was smashing with his hammer, when he returned to the workshop.

“Hehe. Okay.” Lulu wiped away his sweat and continued to beat the iron into a sword mold before putting down the hammer and left.

…

“Are you telling the truth? Adams’ hair regrew because he ate a bowl of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ from that restaurant? Adams even specially went to give him a signboard today?” Charney asked a middle-aged man in a shock in the Gould Manor.

“Yes. I saw with my own eyes that Young Master Adams delivered that signboard to that Mamy Restaurant’s Boss Mag personally today. It wrote ‘Master of Hair Growth’.” That middle-aged man quickly nodded before saying in a deep voice, “Moreover, I heard a piece of information that ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ not only helps hair to grow, it also has the effect of improving the power of the knights. A knight had advanced to the 2nd-tier immediately after he drank a bowl of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’.”

“You are saying that Adams could advance to 4th-tier overnight because he drank that ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’?” Charney raised his voice, feeling a little ridiculous. “How would there be a soup like this in this world? It would have been a miracle drug, right?”

“Looks like you have never heard of Mamy Restaurant. It is a rather legendary restaurant. The delicacies that Boss Mag made are not only tasty, most of them have certain unusual effects.

“For example, the tofu pudding that women in Chaos City have already acknowledged as the holy item for enhancing their beauty. Eating it frequently would not only moisturize the skin and remove the wrinkles, but also remove scars and spots that even the magic casters couldn’t remove. The effect of the ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ has already been verified by a few customers who have eaten it, so I think it is true,” the middle-aged man said smilingly, and he was very confident when he talked about Boss Mag.

“Mamy Restaurant. I didn’t know that there is such a marvellous restaurant.” Charney pondered.

Yesterday’s events had made him lose face. However, since they had already set up the 10-year agreement, he also wasn’t too upset, nor regretted giving Adams another 10 years.

He didn’t want Adams to hate him for the rest of his life. The Moreton Family was a good example. He could afford to wait for 10 years.

However, he was indeed very curious how Adams managed to make his hair grow again.

But, yesterday’s situation was rather awkward, and he couldn’t humble himself to ask Adams. Hence, this gentleman had provided him with very valuable information.

Hair growth was never too late for any age group.

Charney shook the middle-aged man’s hand. “Thank you for providing me with a very important piece of information. I remember you talked to my secretary about a collaboration, right? You can tell me about your plans again…”

…

“Okay. Everyone can go back earlier today.” Crease had hurried the store assistants home even before it was five o’clock.

“What’s wrong with the miser today? Why is he letting us go off so early?” the store assistants mumbled as they stared at Crease who had rushed away.