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

Chapter 1201: W-What Have You Done To Me…

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“This is a good idea. Otherwise, people are going to come and line up in the middle of the night when you become famous on the whole continent. Then we, your regular customers, would have no chance to eat the delicacies you made,” Harrison agreed.

The other customers nodded in agreement too. Now, nobody had to worry that others were going to come and line up early. Mag had come up with a good idea.

The regulars knew Mag’s temperament. He wouldn’t provide them with breakfast before the designated time. Furthermore, the pot of congee was only meant for the cleaners, and there was no extra for them. Hence, they didn’t insist on having their meal in advance.

These fellows. I will watch how many days you eat it. These rich people are all not good. They just want to do good suddenly, and they would regret it in no time. Elton was biting into a cold biscuit a distance away as he shivered. He looked at Mamy Restaurant grudgingly before taking a hard bite of the big biscuit in his hand.

Miya brought the pot, which was about 1/3 full, back into the restaurant after the cleaners had their fill. This would be their breakfast.

There are so many customers here, would someone recognize me? Connie hid in the restaurant as she looked at the crowd outside worriedly. Then, she put on her helmet.

“Don’t you feel hot wearing the helmet in the restaurant?” Mag asked Connie who was fully dressed with a laugh. The indoor temperature was 26 degrees Celsius, and this fellow was wearing the riding gear meant for -15 degrees. Was she joking around?

“I feel I am going to have a heat stroke…” Connie’s weak voice came out from the helmet before fainting on the spot.

“Connie, are you okay?” Everyone quickly came over to check on Connie. However, because none of them knew healing magic, they didn’t know what to do at that moment.

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“Let me handle her.” Mag put the ladle back in the pot as he walked to Connie with resignation.

Because she wore too many clothes, a cat-eared maiden got a heat stroke at -15 degrees Celsius! If this stupid news headline ever got out, it would probably be one of the stupidest headlines ever? Mag thought. He removed Connie’s helmet and the outer layer of her technical jacket before letting the System lower the temperature around her. Then, he took a bottle of “Huoxiang Zhengqi Shui” from the medical kit, and fed the whole bottle to her¹.

Amy, who was coming down as she yawned, saw this scene. Her eyes glowered as she said, “Father lowered Big Sister Connie who was sweating profusely onto the floor, pulled open her clothes, and poured an unknown liquid into her mouth roughly. What is he doing?”

“Cough, cough…” Connie coughed as she started to regain consciousness. She could taste an unusual taste in her mouth. With teary eyes, she said to Mag, “W-what have you done to me…”

She resembled a maiden who was waking up after she was drugged, and looking at the person who drugged her innocently after the worst had happened.

“Whatever needs to be done was done.” Mag got up calmly and walked to the table at the side.

“Y-you…” Connie had a piteous expression.

“Boss saved you, Connie. Drink some water before we eat.” Yabemiya brought a glass of warm water over as she helped Connie up with a smile.

“Oh, I see.” Connie looked around her. There were so many people around, so Boss couldn’t have done anything weird to her. She rinsed her mouth with that glass of water. That weird taste was so strong that it woke the drowsy her up instantly.

“Don’t ever wear the helmet and jacket in the restaurant again, or you will continue to faint,” Mag said to Connie who was about to pull up the zipper.

“Okay.” Connie nodded as she put the helmet aside and removed the jacket.

“It’s indeed much cooler,” Connie mumbled. Because she was out in the cold for the past few days, she couldn’t bear to remove the warmer clothing now.

Mag sent Amy to school after breakfast. He hung another signboard on the door.

“Mamy Restaurant’s takeaway delivery service trial: the restaurant will be having a trial for delivery service today. People who are allowed to use this service: the customers who cannot come to the restaurant personally, but need to eat the restaurant’s food. Dishonest customers will be blacklisted. Today’s trial will be limited to one order,” a customer read out loud.

“Takeaway? What is that?”

“Delivery service? Does that mean we can eat Mamy Restaurant’s food at home too?”

“This limitation is very restrictive. As long as your legs are fine, you would most likely be restricted?”

“Shouldn’t the crux be that it is only limited to one order, meaning there would only be one order per day?”

The customers displayed a huge interest in the content of the signboard, but they didn’t feel it was practical. They were already at the restaurant, so there was no point for them to order another set of takeaway to eat at home. Wasn’t it more enjoyable to eat the scrumptious foods as soon as they were cooked?

“Cough, cough~ What should I have for breakfast today? The Yangzhou fried rice or soybean milk and youtiao?” A young lady in the line was covering her mouth as she coughed. There was a hint of ponderment on her face before her eyes suddenly lit up. Oh yes. Why don’t I try the congee with pork and century egg that the cleaners were having? They seemed to have enjoyed it.

Bonnie was the store manager of a rather big jewellery store. Her strong capability was obvious as she was promoted to this position at the age of 26.

However, it was not easy being a store manager. She was the best salesperson for three years running. She had to receive dozens of customers every day, and talked constantly all day. Even though she did her best to protect her throat, it was still damaged.

Although she didn’t have to receive a lot of customers these days, she still had to entertain many of the regular customers personally. Her throat was alway dry and itchy, especially when she just woke up. No amount of warm water was helpful, and she didn’t feel like eating anything.

She heard a customer talk about Mamy Restaurant occasionally, so she came to try it out. She didn’t expect to discover a culinary treasure, and now her daily breakfast was settled. Although her throat was still dry and itchy, her tummy issue was settled.

It was important to maintain her image and decorum being in the business of jewellery, and coughing in front of a customer was very rude. Although she tried her best to control it, she would still let out a cough or two occasionally.

Many capable ladies were looking to take over her position, and the boss had deliberately talked to her two days ago. Even though he said he was concerned for her, she knew she was going to lose her job if her throat’s condition remained the same or worsened.

She had tried many drugs during this time, but their effects were negligible. She was prepared to go and look for a magical pharmacist after she got off work today.

The restaurant started its operations, and the customers in the front took their seats.

Connie flipped open the menu to have a look. She closed the menu gently when Miya came over to take her order, and smilingly said, “I would like to have a helping of congee with pork and century egg and one sweet tofu pudding. Thank you.”