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

“Even Mistress Bartoli and Young Mistress Scheer can’t stop eating; just how delicious is this steak?”

“Even the president only gave a review after eating two mouthfuls, right? He clearly prefers this steak over Head Chef Beate’s stewed beef.”

“The city lord is also full of praise for this dish! I suddenly really want to go dine at Boss Mag’s restaurant!”

The guests discussed quietly among themselves with undisguised curiosity and anticipation on their faces. The special aroma of beef combined with black pepper made one salivate uncontrollably.

Many people had turned toward Amy, who had placed her plate on a stool, and was eating her steak in a rather maladroit manner. Despite the slight difficulty she was experiencing with her knife and fork, her expression was filled with bliss.

She stabbed her fork into a morsel of beef before putting it into her little mouth and chewing happily. Her little face was alight with a blissful smile, and there was still a trace of sauce hanging from the corner of her lips. The way she was eating the dish made the steak appear even more irresistible.

“Little Amy, don’t think I won’t bash you just because you’re adorable! If you get on my bad side, I’m super fierce!” Vivian looked at Amy with a grumpy expression. Never would she have thought that she would be messed with by a little girl someday.

“Really?” Anna looked at Vivian with a pitiable expression before handing her fork over to Luna as she said, “Teacher Luna, Big Sister Vivian is growling at me. I’ll give my beef to you, and we won’t be friends with her anymore.”

“Why are you acting like a child?” Luna looked at Vivian with an exasperated smile on her face. She then patted Amy’s head, and said, “That’s alright, Amy, you can have the steak.”

“But I AM a child!” Vivian harrumphed. She glanced at the steak on Amy’s plate, and murmured to herself, “I don’t even want that steak! Look at what happened to the other women when they tasted their steaks; Boss Mag must’ve spiked it with something!”

“Then, would you like to try it, Big Sister Vivian?” Amy offered her fork to Vivian instead.

The steak was covered in alluring juices and exuding a delectable aroma. Just the sight of it was making Vivian salivate. She clenched her fists and tightly and grappled with an internal conflict for a long while before making up her mind. She grabbed the fork with a grave expression, and said, “I have to taste-test it for Luna, even if he did spike the beef with something strange!”

Vivian ate the piece of the steak on her fork as Amy looked on with an expectant expression, while Luna wore a speechless look on her face.

Oh! This flavor!

Vivian felt as if she had been thrown into a large wine cellar, where she was surrounded by wooden barrels that were filled with red wine. She was then quickly taken to a vast grassland, straddling a wild cow’s back as it carried her rapidly into the distance. Gusts of violent winds swept up incessantly over the grassland, rushing toward her and her cow steed.

“Rip!”

Even though she was already mentally prepared, Vivian still felt as if her clothes had been torn as a result of the flavor’s explosion.

That was a completely uncontrollable feeling. Thankfully, she was wearing a coat which obscured her chest, thereby obscuring her sensitive regions.

“This beef is so delicious! The texture and freshness are incredible, and the flavors of the red wine and the sauce create an unrivaled culinary experience!”

Vivian opened her eyes; her cheeks were slightly flushed, perhaps due to excitement, or perhaps due to the rich red wine used in the dish.

“You knew what was going to happen, yet you still couldn’t help yourself.” Luna shook her head in a resigned manner as she took off her silk scarf before draping it over Vivian’s shoulders. She then turned her gaze toward Mag, and a smile appeared on her face. It appeared that there was nothing he couldn’t do.

Gloria also heaved a sigh of relief as she looked on from nearby. There was a faint smile on Mag’s face, and he appeared to always be confident and assured regardless of the situation, just as if everything was progressing as he had envisioned. This confident persona instilled everyone around him with a sense of calming reassurance.

I hope I can also become a confident and outstanding person like Mr. Mag someday, Gloria thought to herself as she slowly clenched her fists.

“Ding!”

The sound of fork striking plate rang out.

Camilla looked down at her empty plate with a dumbstruck expression. Before she knew it, the entire plateful of steak and vibrant secondary ingredients had ended up in her stomach, without even as much as a single trace left.

Furthermore, even after eating so much, she was still left craving more.

This guy’s cooking skills are far superior to Beate’s. Also, he’s got quite a nice figure and that mustache of his is pretty sexy… Most importantly, if I could eat such a delicious steak first thing every morning, that would surely be an amazing experience, right? Camilla looked at Mag and licked her vibrant red lips.

Crap! This is the feeling of love! Camilla’s expression suddenly stiffened. She glanced at Mag with a conflicted look on her face before shaking her head as she thought to herself, People of different genders absolutely cannot fall in love with each other! I refuse to develop an interest in any man!

Camilla then turned to appraise Gloria, and her eyes lit up again as she nodded with satisfaction. It wasn’t a waste of time coming to this banquet after all…

Scheer also put down her knife and fork as she dabbed at her lips with her handkerchief. She turned her gaze toward Mag with a smile in her eyes.

Looks like the gastronomic industry of Chaos City is going to be overhauled. Mr. Mag, you’ve given me an even bigger surprise than I expected, Scheer thought to herself, and her smile widened as she took a glance at Jeffree.

As Jeffree also put down his knife and fork, there was still half a steak left on his plate. However, anyone who was familiar with him knew that this already indicated he was very pleased with the dish. The only reason he was leaving half the steak behind was his extreme self-enforced food intake restrictions.

After wiping his hands and lips with a wet towel handed to him by a nearby waiter, Jeffree turned to look at Mag with a contemplative look in his eyes.

“Seeing as everyone’s finished eating, let me announce my decision. Beate’s dish is very good, but Boss Mag’s dish is more spectacular in my opinion. Hence, I choose Boss Mag.” Michael put down his knife and fork with a smile on his face.

“Head Chef Beate’s stewed beef is tender and delicious, and created a brand-new way to eat potatoes. His creativity is extremely commendable, but on this occasion, I must choose Mr. Mag.” Cayrols pointed a finger in Mag’s direction.