Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 1191: T-This Dragon Hasn’t Lost Its Warmth Yet?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Connie followed Mag in a daze, wearing the warm coat.

She also didn’t know why she was leaving with a man she had just met and didn’t even know anything about.

Probably it was because she had nowhere to go, and his clothes were so warm. Even though she didn’t know anything, she wanted to trust him.

Of course, the most likely reason was that... he threw away that big biscuit that she had snatched from the big dog’s mouth, and said he would bring her to eat good food.

She was simply too hungry...

Good-looking men were indeed all great liars—he managed to get her to go with him in a short time.

The long coat almost reached her ankles and engulfed her. It still had his warmth and scent. This was the most comfortable time for her in these 10-odd days.

Mag hailed a carriage after they got out of the alley. He got Connie into the carriage and went back to the restaurant.

“Is this... your palace?” Connie said as she alighted from the carriage and stared at the resplendent restaurant.

This man talked with an air of dominance, so he could be the chief of some human tribe.

Mag opened the door and said, “This is my restaurant. Come on in.”

“Restaurant!” Connie’s eyes lit up, and she quickly strode in.

Warmth surrounded her once she entered. The restaurant and the outside were like two entirely worlds; it seemed to be on fire.

“It’s so warm.” Connie smiled and stared at the beautiful decorations in the restaurant. Even though they weren’t all made of gold like her home, they made her feel very comfortable.

“Have a seat. I’ll get you some water,” Mag said casually. He looked at the feedback that was displayed to him by the Omniscient Door in his mind. This girl with cat ears was an orc, and was a little different from those orcs with dark green skin that Mag knew.

However, the orc species was made up of hundreds of different tribes. They were called orcs because they had some traits of magic beasts¹. Hence, it was common that the traits could differ.

Mag walked toward the kitchen, and soon came out with a glass of warm water. He looked at the cat-eared maiden who was standing in front of the Twilight Forest murals.

She had already removed the coat and put it over a chair. She stared at that mural in a daze with reddened eyes and pursed lips, as if she didn’t want her tears to flow out.

Mag stared at her for a while before placing the glass on the table next to her gently and went back to the kitchen.

After a short while, an aroma drifted out from the kitchen.

Smells so good! Connie, who was standing in front of the murals with reddened eyes, moved her nose. Her eyes lit up and she turned to look toward the kitchen. The enticing aroma came from the kitchen.

What is he doing?

Connie’s stomach rumbled. She hadn’t eaten for three days. She only ate a mouthful of snow whenever she was hungry. She couldn’t control her body, and walked to the kitchen after smelling the aroma.

Mag, wearing an apron, was facing the door with his back. A metal wok was shaking in his hand, and colorful ingredients were tossing about in it. They were tossed up high like a rainbow, and the enticing aroma came from them.

There was also a metal pot on the other stove, but it was covered, so she didn’t know what was in it.

So he is a chef? Connie looked at Mag with a wondering look. She didn’t expect that when he said that he was bringing her to eat, he meant to eat what he cooked.

Mag turned off the fire and scooped the Yangzhou fried rice onto a plate. He took a spoon, turned around holding the plate in his hands, and said to Connie at the door, “Eat this Yangzhou fried rice first. The rest is not ready.”

“Mm-hm,” Connie answered, but her gaze was totally attracted by the Yangzhou fried rice.

Mag carried the plate and placed it on the table that he placed the glass. He caught Connie’s hands as she was about to grab the spoon. He shook his head, and said, “Wash your hands before you eat.”

Connie looked at her dirty hands, and said in a shock, “Why are my hands so dirty!”

“These are your hands.” Mag was speechless. He pulled her into the kitchen and turned on the tap.

“What is this? Why does a transparent liquid flow out when you touch it?” Connnie said, staring at the tap in astonishment.

“This is a tap, and it’s water that flows out.” Mag raised his brows. What lousy lines were these¹?

“Water Dragon Head!” Connie took two steps backward and stared at Mag in a shock. She said in a trembling voice, “You actually twisted the head of a giant dragon off and installed it in your kitchen! Then, whatever that flows out from its mouth should be saliva!”

Mag stared at Connie for quite some time. Suddenly, he had the urge to throw this spastic girl out.

“Wash your hands. Eat.” Mag tried to say it as calmly as possible.

Connie looked at the fried rice on the table, and her stomach protested violently. Then, her gaze landed on the silver tap. Although she didn’t know how Mag turned the giant dragon’s head into this long and narrow form, her fear eventually lost to her hunger. She went forward unwillingly, and reached to touch that cooling water stream.

“It’s warm!” Connie retrieved her hand with an even more shocked expression. “T-this dragon hasn’t lost its warmth yet?”

“Yes. It’s optimal to use warm water during winter, so I always kill them just before I want to use water.” A cruel smile appeared on Mag’s face.

Connie’s eyes slowly widened, and she shut her mouth instantly. This guy was so scary. He actually killed a giant dragon every day so he could have warm water.

I’m sorry, lord giant dragon. I didn’t want to do this. I am forced too, Connie said in her heart and washed her hands clean with the warm water unwillingly.

Mag turned off the tap and gestured to Connie that she was allowed to go out.

Connie quickly strode out of the kitchen. She looked toward the door, but her gaze was swiftly attracted by the Yangzhou fried rice on the table.

“Grooowl~”

After hearing her stomach rumble, Connie sat in front of the table resignedly. She peeped at the kitchen, and softly said, “I will run away after I finish eating. This isn’t a human, but a demon. I need to stay away or else I will be eaten too.”

Then, she picked up the spoon and scooped up a spoonful of Yangzhou fried rice. The aroma greeted her nose.

The rice was covered by the golden egg. Each and every grain was distinct, and all the ingredients were cut into a rice grain’s size.

Back in the tribe, she ate big pieces of meat that were roasted and boiled every day. She had never seen such delicate and beautiful food.

Father said we should gobble down our meat. Will it taste nice when it is cut until it’s so small? Connie was suspicious as she put the fried rice into her mouth.

The rice and egg practically melted as soon as they entered her mouth, while the winter bamboo shoots and green peas presented crunchy and refreshing textures.

There were soft pieces of ham intermingled with the grains of rice, and there also seemed to be a delightful undertone of shrimp.

It was amazing to think that all of those flavors could be present in just a single mouthful of fried rice. Her mouth that had only tasted snow for the past few days was awoken instantly.

The taste buds were in revelry as they welcomed this amazing taste.

After swallowing it, the fried rice became a warm current that glided into her stomach. Connie only felt her body become warm all over, and her hungry stomach was consoled. Then, it released an even stronger urge to continue eating.

“Oh! This is simply too delicious!!!”

Connie couldn’t help but praise it. She fed herself another spoonful and chewed blissfully.