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

Chapter 2053: A Drink That Will Make You Happy?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Mag waved at the well, and a huge snack hamper flew up. He grabbed and put it in the space beside him.

“It really is a huge snack hamper!” Amy exclaimed.

Mag sighed for her system. That tone and sentence told him that it was all a self-directed performance.

However, Mag still tried to act along. He squeezed out a surprised smile, and said, “It really is a huge snack hamper.”

“Heh. Humans are indeed just a repeating machine,” a certain Life Experience System scoffed.

Amy opened the gift package. In the box were Lays chips, Mimi prawn snacks, Weilong spicy strips, Maltesers, Coca-cola…

Mag raised his brow, and wondered if the system packed the snacks from a random snack shop on Earth.

“How do I eat this?” Amy grabbed the cola bottle, and waved it around. After that, she twisted the cap open forcefully.

Poof!

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Before Mag could stop her, the Coca~cola was already forcefully opened, and the drink burst right out, forming an arch in the air.

Amy’s hand trembled and dropped the bottle, together with the remaining half of the drink.

Luckily, Mag reacted quickly and caught the bottle. Mag smiled and wiped the cola on Amy’s hands with a handkerchief, and said, “This is Cola. It’s the happy water of a fatty. You can’t shake it before drinking it, otherwise the drink will squirt out.”
“It’s a drink that will make you happy?” Amy exclaimed.

“Try it to find out.”

Amy put the bottle to her mouth, and gulped down huge mouthfuls of the drink.

Burp…

Amy placed the bottle down and burped loudly. After that, she smiled radiantly at Mag, and said, ‘I really became happier.”

Amy capped the bottle, and said happily, “This is a good well. It’s just like a wishing pond.”

“Mm-hmm. If it’s obedient, we’ll keep it. If it’s not, we will bury it,” Mag said with a smile.

“Hehe, alright.” Annie carried the snack hamper that was even bigger than her body, and put it on her shoulder while saying, “I’m going to share these snacks with Big Sister Annie. That way, it will be double the happiness.”
The two little fellows shared the snacks happily, and Mag could occasionally enjoy one or two Maltesers-brand “immortal pills” while he pondered over Amy’s system.
From what it seemed, this system should not be a vengeful system or perverse-choice! system, nor was it a pretentious system.

It made Amy make breakfast, helped him in creating his new dish, taught how to cook… It seemed more like a kind of experience System.

In that case, Mag was slightly relieved.

It’s a good thing for children to experience life and understand the pains of the world to know where the food on their plate comes from.

Humans have to be more down-to-earth.

A proud person as he was in his previous life would often incite jealousy from others.

Of course, what would be the expressions on those world chefs’ faces who cursed him to land in this world if they saw him in his current glorious state now?

Like this: (++)?

Or like this: ug)?

“System, why don’t you send pictures of me with my beautiful wife and cute children, and wielding a sword to slay enemies to those chefs who cursed me back then?” Mag said inside.
“Would you like to receive another transmigration course?”

“Heh, a bunch of stingy fellows.” Mag pressed his lips together and let things go.

He would not want to transmigrate again with such a perfect life currently. He would not even want to transmigrate back to Earth.

An editor rushed into Garlan’s office as he said in a shaky voice, “Chief! Chaos City’s distributor requested another 100,000 prints!”

“What?!” Garlan, who had his head in his work, suddenly looked up at the editor in shock.

“100,000 prints! The preorder bill has been sent over from Chaos City,” the editor said as he placed a receipt on Garlan’s table.

Garlan looked through the bill three times, and was still in disbelief. How could Chaos City alone have such a good market response?

Perfect Food pan-continental plan had been launched years ago, and one could even buy the latest issue on Demon Islands.

However, Perfect Foods main zone of influence was still the Roth Empire.

The sales of other regions added up would only make up one-fifth of the Roth Empire’s sales.

Chaos City’s market was not bad to begin with, reaching sales of 3000-5000 per issue.

After this issue was published, 5000 magazines were released to the distributor in Chaos City.

Now, the distributor actually ordered 100,000 magazines straight away.

“It was said that our magazine was hard to buy in Chaos City. Even second-hand ones were sold at 500 copper coins per magazine, and it was still hard to come by,” the editor said agitatedly. “Sir, I think we are making a miracle! The sales of this issue have already broken through 150,000, and all the
distributors were still asking for more copies.”

“This is not the miracle we made. It was Boss Mag.” Garlan could not hide the joy on his face as well, but he was much calmer.

“Yes, Mr. Mag’s face reveals in addition to the recipe tutorial for the popular eggplant with garlic sauce caused this sales miracle.” The editor nodded in agreement.

“Find a few more printers, and get them to work in full force, but maintain the quality,” Garlan said seriously. “Also, go talk to the distributors, and never allow resale at a higher price to happen. If it happens again, we will take back their distribution rights, and put them on the Perfect Foods blacklist.
“Yes, I’ll be on it.” The editor left quickly.

Mylo sauntered into the chief editor’s office, and sat in front of Garlan. He crossed his legs, and said slowly, I think you should just get Boss Mag to write for you instead. The sales have already thrashed many famous food magazines.”

“If [had that ability, our boss could even wake up laughing.’ Garlan pressed his lips and smiled. “However, Boss told us to go to Chaos City again to ask Boss Mag to provide us with long-term content. If it can’t be done, he can provide us with just the materials as well.”

“Lam just a freelance writer, are you sure it’s appropriate for me to keep going on business trips?”

“We have sufficient budget this time around, with food and massage all paid for.”

“Sure, even if we’re going to a dragon’s cave, I will go with you!”

“Boss Mag has quite a flare for writing, Although he does not use flamboyant vocabulary, it was good as it did not feel cringy. His writing is simple and easy to understand. For someone who hasn’t cooked before, even I feel that I can cook,” Vanessa, who was traveling in a horse-drawn carriage, said with a
smile as she flipped the Perfect Food magazine in her hands.