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

873 The Princess Would Support Me, Right?

Mag switched on the stove, then turned to Firis with a smile, and said, “I don’t have a habit of speaking while I cook, as I feel that’s disrespectful to the ingredients, so you’ll have to watch and learn as much as you can.”

Firis immediately nodded with an earnest look on her face.

Thus, Mag didn’t say anything further as he ladled some oil into the pan, allowing it to heat up before adding the spices. All types of ingredients were then added in an extremely well-rehearsed sequence, and watching Mag cook was like witnessing a graceful dance as he controlled the pan and spatula in an expert manner.

Firis looked on from the side, completely entranced by what she saw. Her cooking style ensured that each and every step was completed to perfection, thereby ensuring the consistency of the flavor of her dishes. However, as a result of this, her cooking was rather wooden and robotic.

However, watching Mag cook was quite a sensual experience. His lithe and powerful body appeared as if it had combined into one with the pan in his hand, and despite the weight of the heavy black metal pan, he was able to control it to perfection as if it were as light as a feather.

And this was only the beginning. Soon, Mag began adding pots and pans to the stovetops.

Before Firis knew it, there were four dishes being cooked on the stovetop at once, consisting of two portions of Yangzhou fried rice and two portions of black pepper steak. At the same time, there were around 100 kebabs being roasted on the rack, and Mag was able to keep track of all of these dishes at once in a calm and graceful manner. He made no extra unnecessary movements as he traversed from one cooking station to another, and despite the amount of workload he was taking on all at once, the process wasn’t chaotic in the slightest.

Soon, the fried rice was ready, the steaks were plated, cumin powder was applied to the beef kebabs, and one delicious dish after another was carried out to the eagerly awaiting customers.

Firis’ eyes lit up further and further as she looked on from the side. If she were in his shoes, she wouldn’t even be able to keep up this speed if she were only cooking one dish at a time, let alone so many at once.

What was even more incredible was that despite the number of dishes he was cooking at a time, each and every dish was still cooked to perfection, without any discrepancies in appearance between one dish and the other. An alluring aroma began to waft through the air, and even though Firis had just had lunch, she was still beginning to salivate uncontrollably.

She could hear a steady stream of praise from the customers outside, and all of them wore blissful smiles on their faces as their attention was drawn entirely to the delicious dishes before them.

Firis didn’t doubt the authenticity of their reactions even for a single instant, as she had tasted these very same dishes during lunch earlier, and she knew just how extraordinary they were.

If possible, I also want to become a chef just like him. A thought that had never occurred to Firis suddenly sprang into her mind, and it quickly took root firmly in her heart.

Ever since she could remember, her life had constantly revolved around Princess Irina. She’d learned flower arrangement, cooking, massage… Everything she did was so that she could better serve the princess and make her happy.

However, she had never thought about what she wanted for herself.

In her world, there was only the princess and no one else, yet for the first time ever, she wanted to do something for herself.

Perhaps it was because she’d left the Wind Forest and been shown a whole new world, but she suddenly found that she was unable to rid herself of this desire.

The princess was still extremely important to her, but she now had a dream. She wanted to become a chef who could bring joy to his customers like Mag… This was a simple yet bold target.

The princess would support me, right? Firis was still rather concerned, but as she cast her gaze toward Mag, a determined look appeared in her eyes.

“Here’s your Yangzhou fried rice.” Yabemiya placed the first dish in front of Duke Abraham, who was feeling slightly dejected and anxious after hearing Mag’s words of warning, but his eyes immediately lit up at the sight of the dish that had been placed before him.

Fried rice was considered to be a dish consumed by commoners, and stalls that sold this dish were quite prevalent on the food streets of Rodu. Most of the time, the dish was cooked using eggs and rice. Some chefs would add some other ingredients to make their fried rice more unique, but those two were the main ingredients used.

As a veteran foodie, Abraham had also tasted some fried rice, but aside from the fried rice he’d had once on the Renhe Food Street, he hadn’t tasted any other fried rice that had struck him with the urge to eat it again in the future.

However, the appearance of this so-called Yangzhou fried rice came as quite a surprise to him.

At first glance, the combination of so many ingredients seemed to be rather chaotic, and in the world of professional chefs, this was often frowned upon as it was very difficult to make a dish taste harmonious with too many ingredients thrown into the mix.

However, the aroma that was wafting toward him was posing a stern challenge to this preconceived notion. The aromas of the ingredients in the dish were so rich and alluring that Abraham couldn’t help but be swayed in his beliefs.

After inspecting the dish closely, the surprise in Abraham’s eyes grew even more pronounced.

All of the ingredients had been diced into rice-sized pieces, including even the green peas. What was even more incredible to him was that the grains of rice had been covered in egg.

As opposed to the fried rice dishes he’d seen in the past, where the egg had been separated from the rice, the egg in this dish perfectly coated the grains of rice to give them a shimmering golden hue, but none of the individual grains of rice clumped together as a result.

H-how has he achieved this effect?! Abraham had never seen fried rice like this before.

The delectable aroma in the air was making his empty stomach rumble loudly, and he couldn’t help but pick up his spoon, scooping a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth.

The fragrance of chopped green onions and eggs tickled his nose, the texture of grain-sized shrimp and ham was so smooth, and the egg-coated rice had a sweet flavor after being chewed well. Tastes of every ingredient melted in his mouth and tickled his taste buds. Even when it was all swallowed, the residual flavors still lingered in his mouth.

This is incredible!

A stunned expression appeared on Abraham’s face; all of his prior doubts had been completely erased.

Not only had the multitude of ingredients not affected the taste of the dish in the slightest, they only worked to produce more layers of complexity in texture and flavor to the dish.

I can’t believe a simple fried rice dish could taste so good. As expected of Boss Mag! At this point, Abraham found himself simply unable to stop eating as he scooped up one spoonful of fried rice into his mouth after another. The delectable flavor of the dish blossomed on the tip of his tongue, and he felt as if all of the hardships he’d endured during the past few days weren’t even worthy of a mention in the pursuit of such an extraordinarily delicious dish.

“Ding!”

All of a sudden, his spoon struck his plate, and he looked down to find that he’d already finished the entire dish before he knew it. He immediately raised his hand, and said, “Please get me one more… no, three more portions of this dish!”

“With all due respect, didn’t you just make a promise to Boss?” Yabemiya said as she turned to Abraham with a resigned look on her face.

“Er…” Abraham’s face fell as he cast his gaze toward the kitchen, and after a brief internal conflict, he sighed, “Alright, next time, then.”

Not being able to eat as much as I want of such delicious dishes is simply far too painful! Abraham slumped down in his chair in a dejected manner while waiting for the next dish to be brought out to him.

I heard the owner of this restaurant has a half-elf daughter who’s around four years old? A figure wearing a straw hat suddenly stopped outside the restaurant.

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