Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 1623: He’s Here. He’s Here

“Yes, a set of roasted pig’s eyes.” Vanessa nodded with a smile.

Sean’s lips moved, but he still stopped himself from refusing. After all, he was a mighty general that had been through wars and battles. How could roasted pig’s eyes scare him if he could walk out of the bloody battlefield without a change in expression?

The most important mission his royal father had for him here at Chaos City was to bring Vanessa home. If he could not complete it, no matter how well he did as the representative, he would have still failed the mission.

“Alright. Please hold on for a while.” Miya nodded, took their other orders, and went back to the kitchen.

“It’s that insanely spicy lady. The brave soul who dares to challenge insanely spicy is indeed different.” Everyone started glancing at Vanessa.

During this period, Vanessa, Abraham, and some others had been very active in the designated hot pot area, and they had gained a little fame among the customers for only ordering the insanely spicy level.

After all, the insanely spicy level was not just a test of one’s mouth and stomach.

No ordinary person could accept the insanely spicy, much less double or triple the spiciness.

However, she would actually be the first to order this roasted pig’s eyes which everyone was a little afraid and wary of.

“Uncle, aren’t you interested in this new dish? Why don’t you order one to give it a try?” Vanessa said in a strange tone as she looked at Abraham.

“Don’t be anxious. You’ve already ordered it anyway. Let Sean be the lab rat,” Abraham said with a chuckle.

“...” Sean.

“Mm-hm. That’s not a bad idea.” Vanessa nodded with a sly smile. I’ll let you have a taste of something with a lasting impression since you keep rushing me to go home.

“Boss, Miss Vansa’s table has ordered a set of roasted pig’s eyes. Other than them, no one else ordered it,” Miya reported to Mag the moment she entered the kitchen.

“Mm-hm. That’s great. At least someone ordered it, am I right?” Mag said with a smile. He looked up at Vanessa’s table through the kitchen window, and his gaze fell on Sean for a while. The corner of his lips rose, and he very quickly looked away as he continued to cook.

“That’s true.” Miya nodded.

“10 plates of Yangzhou fried rice.” Mag used a huge scoop to scoop up a plate of rice per scoop, and filled the plates laid on the table instantly as he motioned for Babla, who was standing at the side, to serve the food.

“Do we have to wait very long?” Sean swept a glance at the restaurant full of people. They were seated at the last table. If the dishes were served in the sequence of the tables, they would probably have to wait for a very long time.

“No, Boss Mag is very quick,” Vanessa said confidently as she glanced into the kitchen.

Upon hearing that, Sean looked up and into the kitchen. From his seat, he could see much of the kitchen’s interior through the kitchen window. The kitchen took up a huge area and was brightly lit. Although there were many items inside the kitchen, it was not messy at all. A somewhat familiar silhouette was walking to and fro between the different kitchenware, being in complete control of the entire kitchen as dish after dish was served.

The most striking equipment was the grill that was almost facing him. The charcoal was already burning, but there was no food on the grill yet.

“Don’t tell me the pig’s eyes are going to be cooked here.” Sean frowned. A bad feeling rose inside.

Before he could look away, Mag had already walked over with a transparent crystal basin, and in the basin were large pig’s eyes piled on top of each other. Even he who was used to the bloodiness and goriness of a battlefield could feel his scalp go numb.

“He’s here. He’s here. He’s here with the pig’s eyes.”

Abraham craned his neck curiously. As a chowhound, one had to have enough curiosity and a sensitive sense of smell towards abnormal food. Waiting for a while to try it was alright, but one still had to give it attention, and never miss any delicacy.

“Really?” Vanessa covered her face with her hands, then slowly turned her face over, and peeked through her fingers. After that, she quickly turned her head away. Her expression changed slightly as she said, “Wah, this is too horrifying. The eyeballs are really huge.”

Lola, who was sitting beside Vanessa, shuddered. She did not even turn her head back to take a look.

“It’s just pig’s eyes. There’s no need for all that reaction,” Sean said nonchalantly as he waved his hand after he let out a cough.

“Brother Sean is so brave. He actually dares to watch Boss Mag roast the pig’s eyes,” Vanessa said with admiration.

Sean, who was about to look away, froze. He swallowed and had no choice but to appear as though he was not affected by the visuals. He continued watching as the man at the other side of the window reached his hand into the basin to pick up the eyeballs. After that, he skewered them one by one onto a bamboo skewer nimbly a few times to put five eyeballs on one skewer.

The eyeballs were dug out completely with the roots, so there was still some blood on them. The eyeballs were very fresh, so they appeared to have been just dug out. After they were skewered up, they looked even creepier. It felt as though the eyes were all staring at him, and that made Sean uncomfortable.

Mag saw Sean’s expression change from the corner of his eyes. The corner of his lips went up. He turned the skewer, and placed it on the grill. After that, he quickly made two more skewers, and put them on the grill above a small fire.

A qualified roasted pig’s eyes had to be grilled over a small fire for 20 minutes. Therefore, it really tested the chef’s patience and fire control.

At the same time, watching this entire process was also a test of the customers’ endurance. After all, such a scene was rather novel.

The staring game had begun.

Most of the customers who were sitting near the kitchen window could not help but glance curiously, but most of them also quickly looked away because they could not stand the sight.

There were also many customers who had extreme preferences, and watched curiously how Mag grilled the horrifying-looking pig’s eyes.

The pig’s eyes were placed on the preheated grill, and the fat under the surface started sizzling with oil. The full and round eyeballs started to change in color.

This was a very slow process. If one wanted to have a good look at the changes, they would have to stare at the pig’s eyes seriously.

To maintain his image as a brave brother and courageous soldier, Sean watched Mag during the entire grilling process in a rather relaxed manner. His pupils dilated slowly as he looked at Mag.

This chef, whom Sean had only met once before at the palace banquet, gave off the feeling that he had won hundreds of battles. Sean had only seen such aura on one person before. Back then, he was standing behind that person, and he watched him lead the army through a remarkable victory.

It was only after Sean took over that person’s position after his disappearance that he realized that the aura did not come with the position.

Sean did not expect a mere chef could also exude such an aura. Maybe it was because the eyeballs were too shocking, or maybe it was something else that made Sean form such a perception.