Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

“Is vanilla supposed to be fragrant grass[1]? Can you eat grass, though?” Daphne was quite curious.

Mag smiled, and explained, “Yes, vanilla is a type of herb with a special fragrant aroma. It’s not for consumption on its own, but it can be ground down into powder to create a type of ingredient. As for mocha, it is a special ingredient made from ground green tea leaves, and it has quite a refreshing flavor. Lastly, chocolate is a very rich and sweet food. I’m sure we all know about blueberries, so no explanation is required there. In any case, all four flavors have their unique properties, and you’re free to try them out as you please.”

The tofu pudding only has sweet and savory flavors, but the two factions are already at war with one another. With four flavors for this new product, are there going to be four lines outside the restaurant now? Gjerj contemplated momentarily before raising his hand as he said, “I want a chocolate ice cream.”

Miranda took a while longer to decide, and she said, “I want a sour one, so I’ll get a blueberry ice cream.”

“I want a mocha flavor one.” Parmer raised his hand, and although his expression was quite calm, there was anticipation shimmering in his eyes.

“I want the fragrant one.”

“Sweet... Sweet...” Angus raised his little hand, and whooped with elation. He had just eaten some sweet tofu pudding, and was in very high spirits.

“No, no, you still can’t eat icy stuff yet, Angus.” Miranda grabbed onto his little hand and shook her head.

“Waaah...” Angus immediately burst into tears upon hearing that.

“Wow, can I try all four flavors one after the other?” Amy’s eyes were sparkling with excitement as she looked at Mag.

“Of course. You can have as many as you like.” Mag nodded with a smile. For foodies, choice wasn’t an issue, as they could just order one of every flavor.

Ice cream? Mr. Mag sure gives his food interesting and unique names. This must be a dessert that he invented, right? What a supremely talented chef. Luna was very impressed as she looked at Mag’s profile through the kitchen window.

Everyone sat and stared at the kitchen with expectant eyes, wondering what kind of dessert Mag was going to serve up.

Soon, Mag reemerged from the kitchen with a platter that was filled with uniform holes that were evenly spaced apart. On top of those holes, there was ice cream of four different colors sitting within cones.

There was the light yellow vanilla ice cream, the light green mocha ice cream, the bluish-violet blueberry ice cream, and the brown chocolate ice cream.

Frosty air was rising off the ice cream, and two ball ice cream cones were like flowers blooming within a white mist, creating a beautiful spectacle.

“This is Parmer’s mocha ice cream, Ms. Miranda’s blueberry ice cream... and Lulu’s chocolate ice cream. This is our restaurant’s new product: ice cream. Please enjoy. Oh, and one more thing, I advise you to lick the ice cream rather than bite it.” Mag handed the ice cream cones to each person with a smile on his face. Amy was holding the bluish-violet blueberry ice cream.

Is this made from ice? It appears to be solid. Gjerj surveyed the ice cream in his hand with a skeptical look.

It looks really delicious. Miranda looked at the ice cream in her hand with expectant eyes.

“It really is icy, and it’s purple too! I love it!” Amy looked at the blueberry ice cream in her little hand, and her eyes completely lit up. The two balls of bluish violet were sitting in a conical wafer shell, around which a piece of paper was wrapped. The faint fragrance of blueberry wafted toward her along with wisps of frosty air.

So I’m supposed to lick it? Amy held the ice cream in front of her with both hands before gently licking it with her little pink tongue.

The sweet and sour flavor of blueberries coupled with a rich milky taste flourished on the tip of her tongue. The smooth icy texture of the ice cream made Amy feel as if she was situated in a vast expanse of purple snow. Purple snowflakes were falling from the sky, and she caught one with her tongue, only to discover that it was sweet and sour, with milky undertones.

“It’s so delicious! I love blueberry ice cream!” Amy took another lick of ice cream with elation etched on her face.

Is this the mocha ice cream? Tea leaves are supposed to be brewed in hot water and drunk as a beverage, but Mr. Mag is saying that he ground tea leaves into powder before making it into ice cream. Wouldn’t the ice cream be really bitter, then? Luna inspected the mocha ice cream in her hand with a curious expression.

Her grandfather really liked to drink tea. The green tea that was produced on Vic Mountain was thoroughly enjoyed by all of the nobles in Rodu as it could improve alertness as well as digestion.

However, the yearly yield of tea leaves from Vic Mountain was quite low, so the prices were very high. Following the spring harvest, the tea leaves would always be immediately sold out. Her grandfather’s students knew that he liked to drink tea, so they always bought him a kilogram or so of tea leaves every year, and he always reserved the tea for special occasions.

There were also tea leaves produced elsewhere, but there was a clear disparity in quality compared to the tea leaves on Vic Mountain.

Luna was often staying with her grandfather in the past, so she had expert tea-brewing skills, as well as an extensive knowledge of tea leaves. As such, she knew how to discern good tea leaves from average ones.

Luna inched her nose toward the ice cream before taking a gentle whiff. The fragrant aroma of green tea coupled with a rich milky scent immediately gushed into her nose, making her close her eyes involuntarily.

The refreshing aroma of the tea carried with it the scent of spring rain, and she felt as if she had been teleported to an orchard filled with green tea trees. The tea leaves swayed gently in the spring wind, and as she inhaled the faint aroma of the tea, she felt as if her entire body was being purified.

What kind of tea leaf is this? Why does it contain such a rich aroma? This aroma is superior to that of the best spring tea on Vic Mountain, and this scent is only from grinding the tea leaves down into powder, not brewing them in hot water! Luna opened her eyes, and stared at the ice cream in front of her with incredulity in her eyes.

The spring tea on Vic Mountain was widely renowned as the best tea on the Norland Continent, but the aroma of the tea emanating from this ice cream was clearly superior. She hesitated momentarily before licking the top ball of ice cream.

The ice cream slowly melted on the tip of her tongue, and the rich flavor of milk slid down her throat along with that exquisite taste of tea.

It was an indescribable feeling, just as if there were countless tiny little fingers massaging her lips, chin, and throat, striking her with the urge to moan with bliss.

[1] Vanilla in Chinese literally means fragrant grass.