Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

“Have you tasted your own roast chicken yourself?” Firis asked.

“No. I don’t like roast chicken, so I always bought something else for myself when I cooked this for Alex.” Irina shook her head as she looked at the chicken roasting over the fire. She then turned to Firis, and a smile gradually appeared on her face.

A shiver ran down Firis’ spine upon seeing Irina’s dangerous smile, and she hurriedly said, “Princess, I’ve already had dinner tonight.”

“That’s alright, you can eat this as a late-night snack. You won’t find such delicious roast chicken anywhere else.” Irina looked at Firis with a smile as she thrust her charcoal chicken toward Firis.

“I really can’t. I’m still very full now, and eating at night will result in rapid weight gain.” Firis shook her head with a resolute expression, and unconsciously took a couple of steps backward. She had no idea how anyone could eat this chicken, which had essentially been transformed into a chunk of charcoal, and she was even more perplexed how Alex could possibly find this delicious.

Before Firis could say anything else, a chicken drumstick had already been stuffed into her mouth.

“Hmmm...”

Firis felt as if she had taken a bite out of an extremely heavily salted chunk of charcoal.

Even though it was just a single bite, Firis felt as if she were already about to pass out. This was not something that any elf could stomach!

“Is it really that bad? Alex really liked it back then.” Irina looked at Firis, who was cupping dew water in her hands and desperately rinsing out her mouth, with a suspicious look on her face. She hesitated momentarily before taking a bite out of the other chicken drumstick.

Firis stood by and looked on in silence.

“Eurgh! How is this even edible?!”

Irina threw the entire chicken drumstick out of the cave before also rinsing out her mouth with some dew water. She looked at the roast chicken in her hand with a complex expression, and said, “I didn’t think that Alex would have such strange taste. Back when I fell in love with him, I thought he was a pure and innocent young man.”

“I feel like Master Alex most likely fell in love with your purity and innocence.” Firis sighed.

“Why do you have your hand over your heart when you say that?” Irina was looking at Firis with a confused expression.

“That’s... Oh, right. Princess, I’m here to report a very important piece of information to you.” Firis’s eyes lit up, and her voice rose by a few octaves as well.

“Hmm? Has Snarr reported back?” Irina’s eyes also lit up.

Firis made her way closer to Irina, and whispered, “No, this is information regarding the latest batch of elves who have been captured. They’re going to reach the border of the Wind Forest in three days.”

Irina’s expression immediately cooled as she clenched her fists, and said, “That old witch, Irina, still isn’t willing to give up. If they don’t want to come back, what right does she have to capture them? And to think that she’s using demons and orcs to do her bidding!”

Firis looked at Irina with a concerned expression, and asked, “Princess, are you going to strike this time?”

“I’ve already done the wrong thing on so many occasions in the past; how can I just continue to stand by and watch? I wouldn’t be Irina if I did that.” Irina chuckled coldly.

“But you’ve only just recovered, and Her Majesty approved the plan to return elves to the Wind Forest. If you strike, Helena will most likely join forces with the major families and turn on you. In that case, your situation will be even more difficult than it is now,” Firis said in an urgent tone.

“Ever since what happened five years ago, this problem has ceased to be a problem for me.” Irina shrugged nonchalantly before flicking Firis’ forehead with a smile, and said, “I’m hungry; get me something good to eat.”

“Ow! That hurt!” Firis rubbed her forehead as she aimed a resentful glance at Irina. She then made her way out of the cave to find some food for Irina. She knew now that no one could change the princess’s mind after she had made her decision on something.

In the past, she felt that Alex was perhaps capable of doing this, but it appeared that this was an impossible task, after all.

“Those bastards are wreaking havoc and abusing my brethren again. Looks like they’ve forgotten about my existence already.” Irina chuckled coldly. However, her gaze then fell on the wild chicken that hadn’t been roasted yet off to the side, and a conflicted look appeared on her face as she murmured to herself, “Does Alex really like my roast chicken? Will Little Amy like it? Perhaps it’s time I made some improvements for them...”

...

The next morning, the alarm clock had only just begun ringing when it was turned off by Mag.

He sat up and stretched lazily to loosen out his body. Even though he had been making ice cream cake in the test field for the God of Cookery for almost the entire night, he was feeling quite well-rested and energetic.

Mag turned and caught sight of Ugly Duckling, which was barely hanging onto the sheets on Amy’s little bed with the rest of its body hanging precariously off the bed, and he prepared to give it a hand.

However, right at this moment, Amy rolled over in her sleep, and her tender little foot struck Ugly Duckling square in the face.

“Meow~”

Ugly Duckling let loose a cry of despair as it fell off the small bed, rolling a few times before coming to a halt with a resentful look on its face.

Mag shook his head with a smile. The same thing happened almost every single morning, so he couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it. He got up and changed his clothes, then brushed his teeth, and went downstairs to prepare ingredients for the breakfast service.

This morning, Mag was planning to release his steak as a new dish for the restaurant. However, he wasn’t planning on immediately releasing his ice cream cake. Instead, he was going to save it as a trump card on his trip to Rodu.

The ice cream cake was, as its name suggested, a perfect blend between ice cream and chocolate, combining the cool and refreshing taste of chocolate with the smooth texture of cake, so there was no reason why it wouldn’t be popular.

While preparing ingredients, Mag thought about his upcoming meeting with Scheer. That was going to be a life-changing conference.

The restaurant was well and truly up and running, yet compared to the staggering prices of the strength points, his daily income was still not enough. That was why he was taking the risk with this steam engine.

However, aside from profiting financially from using the steam engine, Mag also had another important consideration, and that was how he was going to tie himself together with the Buffett Family and Chaos City.

He didn’t want the tragedy of three years ago to repeat itself, so he had to do things differently compared to Alex. He had to gather powerful allies in order to better protect himself from his enemies.

Right at this moment, Amy’s voice suddenly cut off Mag’s train of thought. “Father, look! Ugly Duckling’s grown a pair of little wings!”