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

Chapter 1217: Not Suitable For Children

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Mag bought a 1.5-meter-long children’s bed from the System, and put it in the adjacent room that he had prepared in advance. It was a bed big enough for the two kids and the little chubby kitten to roll about to their hearts’ content.

The purplish-blue decoration style incorporated both Amy’s and Anna’s preferences. In the hands of the decorating genius, System had displayed a very beautiful fairytale style.

It was better for the children to sleep alone in their own bedroom once they were old enough. With Anna keeping Amy accompany, Mag didn’t have to worry about them.

Adults should have their own night activities. Even though he didn’t have them now, Mag had to make plans for the future when he got Irina back…

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After the two little ones who were jumping on the bed had gotten over their excitement, Mag told a short bedtime story, and they quickly fell asleep.

Mag kissed Amy on her forehead and pinched Anna’s nose lightly before he turned off the bedside lamp and snuck out quietly. Then, he went upstairs to practice with his sword.

He still hadn’t fought with anyone after progressing to the 8th-tier. However, his sword skills had been improving steadily with daily practice, and he should be able to display the most powerful strength at his current level.

When Alex was at his 8th-tier’s peak, he was already able to slaughter the 9th-tier orc commander who invaded their borders, and he was equally confident that he was able to do the same now.

An hour later, Mag was soaked with his sweat, and went downstairs for a shower. The hot water splashed on him as he appraised himself in the mirror.

When he just arrived in this world, there wasn’t much flesh on his body, and he looked like a skeleton that was going to collapse anytime soon.

But now, his figure had become well-proportioned yet fit at the same time. His pectoral muscles were slightly raised, and his six-pack was still obvious when he was relaxed.

Even more exaggerated was his skin—it had become fair and tender, and was no longer sallow and emaciated.

“Seems like I should go and tan more often, or else no ladies’ skin could compare to mine. My masculinity is totally obscured.” Mag sighed. He didn’t intend to maintain his skin, but every time when he recovered his strength, the lightning strike seemed to have cleansed his body of the toxins. All the impurities in his body were washed out.

If anyone was to ask him how he maintained his skin in the future, he would tell her to go and get struck by lightning.

After showering, Mag went back to his room, only wearing a bathrobe.

The small bed in the room was already kept by the System. Because the recovery price was too low, Mag chose to store it temporarily. They might have another baby in the future, and would still be able to make use of it.

Only Mag was left in the spacious big bedroom now. He looked at the extra bedside table, feeling a little not used to it.

Mag got under the quilt, and tapped open the glowing hot pot recipe in his mind.

Mag’s lips curled in a smile as he thought about the foodies in this world who were going to be conquered by the hot pot soon too.

A tremendous amount of information flooded Mag’s brain. After the initial confusion, Mag began to digest the huge amount of content seriously.

The ingredients for the hot pot were similar everywhere. The unique soup base was what made the difference in the hot pot’s intense competition.

When talking about spicy hot pot, Chongqing hot pot was the first to come to mind. No matter what ingredients one put into the thick, spicy, and aromatic broth, they would be coated with a layer of the red oil and condiments when they were taken out. The intense heat would explode in the mouth instantly when one bit into it. One would be able to find a special joy between the spiciness and numbness.

Mag had been to that special mountain city a few times, but the level of spiciness was too much for him—he had to take a break for a few months every time he had it. He preferred the milder spicy level in the Chengdu plains.

As for the clear broth, even though it looked very simple, the clear broth still had to be full of sincerity before it could make a name for itself in the clear broth hot pot. It had to be flavorful so that the customers would be able to taste the freshness without dipping in sauces.

The recipe given by the System was very well-rounded. The red soup base had three levels: insanely spicy, spicy, and medium spicy. It was almost similar to the spicy grilled fish, so it would be able to satisfy the different requirements of the customers.

The mild spicy level didn’t exist for the red broth hot pot at all.

Moreover, the clear broth hot pot could be ordered on its own or coupled together with red broth to form the double-flavor hot pot.

Of course, to the Sichuan people, the double-flavor hot pot was their minimum level.

Apart from the soup pot, the instructions for cooking common ingredients in the hot pot were also provided. For example, how to dip the cow’s stomach and duck’s intestines in the hot pot and the best time to remove the beef from the broth. All these things were given very precise timing.

However, all this was not the stuff that Mag was going to learn tonight. One of the fun things about eating hot pot was the process of putting the ingredients in personally and then taking them out. The technique might have affected the texture, but the fun of cooking hot pot had far exceeded this.

However, hot pot was a totally new experience for the people in this world, so they would have to provide a set of instructions for the customers when they were having the hot pot.

Mag had to focus intently for a long time before he digested and understood the production methods for both broths. He breathed out a sigh of relief lightly, and prepared to step into the test field for the God of Cookery.

Right at this time, the bedroom’s door opened inward silently.

“Hmm?” Mag opened his eyes and looked toward the door. A black shadow came in through the crack of the door. The door was then shut up again.

“Camilla.” Mag already sensed her aura. This fellow still hadn’t given up. They had just signed the contract this morning, and she was here again tonight.

After some pondering, Mag closed his eyes again.

Given his current power, he didn’t have to fear Camilla anymore.

Since she’s not convinced, let’s see what she was trying to do today.

Nobody was able to take over the job of the chopper in the restaurant now, so Mag still got to keep her around.

Heh. I am not going to make the same mistake again. Camilla looked at that door smugly. Her reputation was tarnished by this door previously as she was caught even before she entered. It was really an insult to her countess title.

He’s asleep? Camilla looked at that big bed. Her turquoise eyes had a red gleam in the dark, and she could see everything in the room very clearly.

Mag was lying on the bed with a stable breathing. Obviously, he was already asleep.

“Where is Amy and Anna’s small bed?” Camilla looked at the space where the small bed used to be placed with wonder. Amy and Anna were sleeping on that bed when she came previously.

“It’s a good thing that they got their own room now. The scenes that are going to happen are indeed not suitable for children. To make this bad fellow submit to me, I have to show him my prowess today.” A smile appeared on Camilla. She raised her hands, and three Photostones flew out and landed in three different directions. A scene like this should be recorded from every angle.

After she placed the Photostones, Camilla took out the spirit binding rope and walked toward the bed…