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

Chapter 90: I’ll Call It The Burning Legion

Mag nodded. “All right. Please wait a sec.” He turned to walk to the kitchen.

He had seen Harrison’s winking, but it was not against his rules, so he said nothing. It was common between friends, and he understood.

After Mag went into the kitchen, Harrison smiled at his friend. “Parmer and Parbor also like this Yangzhou fried rice, right?” he asked.

“Yes. They like it so much. Even Angus wanted to try it, but his teeth are just starting to grow, so he can only eat eggs.” Mentioning Gjergj’s children brought a radiant smile to his face.

Harrison nodded, smiling. “Then bring mine to them. Say hello for me and tell them I’ll take them to the stud farm someday.”

Gjergj nodded. “Thank you. I will. They are always talking about your two white horses.” Then they changed their subject to the stud farm. Harrison’s family had invested in a stud farm. He had invited Gjergj to join to buy more horses and enlarge the farm. He wanted to make it big enough for racing horses, like the ones in Rodu.

Krassu finished his fried rice quietly. He was a little upset. He hadn’t figured out how to sway Mag.

He had some old friends here in Chaos City, but he didn’t want to trouble them with such an embarrassing problem.

Besides, his friends would probably use knife and gold to persuade Mag. He didn’t want his precious disciple to learn unwillingly, because he knew very well that learning magic was a dull process even with enthusiasm.

“Half-beard grandpa, don’t be so sad. I can’t come with you to a faraway place to teach you fireball magic, but I can teach you here. You can leave when you have mastered it,” Amy said solemnly to Krassu. White-beard grandpa looks so pitiful now that his beard has been burnt by me. He has to use his staff to help him walk, and his magic is terrible. I worry about him.

Krassu’s eyes lit up while Amy looked at him with pity. He had a moment of clarity. I don’t have to teach her in the tower. Maybe Mag will say yes this time.

But I’ll have to make some alterations to the plan. I’ll have them ship some equipment from Rodu for me.

The thought brought a smile to his face again. “Little girl, may I have the check?” He pulled out two dragon coins from his pocket and put them on the table softly.

“Yes. 12 gold coins, please.” Amy took the two dragon coins and handed eight gold coins to Krassu. “Here, eight gold coins.” She glanced at him, surprised.He feels so happy because he can learn from me?

“Goodbye, little girl.” Krassu took the coins and walked towards the door with his staff, smiling.

It may be a little difficult this way, but I don’t want to live in that tower anymore. I’ve lived there all my life. It’s not an uplifting place, and he used to call it Coffin Tower, Krassu thought.

However, here, I can almost smell freedom in the air. More importantly, I can get good food and possibly a precious disciple. It’s not a bad way to live the rest of my days.

Other customers watched as Krassu walked out, wondering. Why did he become so upbeat all of a sudden?

Sargeras sat with his head lowered and didn’t dare to meet Krassu’s eyes. He had thought the old man would reprimand him, but he just glanced at him and left without a word.

Sargeras breathed a sigh of relief. “He scared the sh*t out of me!” He glanced back and saw the old man’s back. Then he got back to his roujiamo.

He could clearly feel his blood boiling, pounding at his barrier, behind which something he desired was sealed. The impact was not strong, but strong enough to ignite his hope. The possibility that he could get to another level just by eating roujiamo intoxicated him.

If it works on me, then it should work on all the lava demon warriors. Most of them haven’t broken through the second barrier, so the effect on them should be stronger. Guess I should come home sometime and bring them here to try this roujiamo. Then we can form a group to do more difficult quests to earn more money to buy roujiamo. Sargeras nodded. We’ve been lying low for years. It’s about time we showed them what we’re really made of. He thought a moment and muttered to himself, “I think I’ll call it the Burning Legion.”

Mag had been busy for the whole dinner time. He stopped taking any orders after 9 pm. After the few customers finished their food and left, Mag turned over the “Open” sign and closed the door. He let out a sigh of relief. He felt a little exhausted after working for four hours straight. He seated himself on a chair by the door and prepared to rest for a while before cleaning.

Amy walked over to him and put the kitten on the floor. “Father, we sold 305 roujiamos and 76 plates of rainbow fried rice today. That comes to 1,371 gold coins,” she said as she stood on tips of her toes to pound Mag’s back.

Mag’s eyes lit up. “Oh, our earnings have doubled,” he said happily. Subtract the cost for ingredients, and we’ve earned more than 900 gold coins. It’s indeed a good choice to increase the supply of roujiamos.

Over 50 new customers had come for dinner, and most of them had arrived due to the recommendation of the regulars; others had been drawn in by the busy atmosphere. Now he had got 260 customers. He should be able to finish his mission at this rate.

He had sold more than 400 roujiamos in total, and only needed two more days to accomplish this mission. Then he could unlock tofu pudding.

The thought of a bowl of steaming tofu pudding brought a smile to his lips.

“Dad, we’ve been eating roujiamo for days. When will you make something new?” Amy asked expectantly as she pounded Mag’s back.

“Well, I’ll cook you a new dish in two days,” answered Mag with a smile, stroking Amy’s head. He hesitated a moment, and then asked seriously, “Amy, do you want to learn magic?”

“Yes. I want to learn powerful magic. I want to protect dad in case they plan on hurting you,” Amy said solemnly, nodding. She reached out to grab Mag’s finger. “Don’t worry, Father, I’ll become very strong.”