Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 1911: A Hard Blow

Mylo was currently suspecting that Randy was the top salesperson for this restaurant. Ever since they started conversing, they had already fallen into his trap.

He was able to pinpoint Garlan’s insecurity due to his baldness, and by enforcing the pain brought about by the baldness together with evidence from the scene and the herd effect, he made Garlan lose his rationale as a learned person.

10,000 copper coins. That was almost half of Garlan’s monthly salary. Even during gatherings in Rodu, they would rarely spend more than 10,000 copper coins. However, he was about to order a 10,000-copper-coin ‘Buddha jumps over the wall.’

“All these years, you have been troubled by your receding hairline. You’ve tried many things, and the hair loss problem is not an illness. It’s a disability. You can’t cure it.” Mylo decided to give it his last shot.

“That’s a rather interesting perspective you have.” Randy smiled. “However, even if it is a disability, Boss Mag can cure it for you with a bowl of soup.”

Mylo glanced at Randy, and thought to himself that he had met his match.

“Yes! If my hair can grow back, and I can let my wife see the man I was 20 years ago, it will be very interesting.” Garlan slammed the table with assertion.

Mylo did not speak further. After all, Garlan was the chief editor of?Perfect Food. He had his assets, so what would that little amount of money mean in comparison to his hair?

If there was no effect, they would have one more material to write on. Randy would not be able to run away from his false advertising.

“Shocking! Food Critic From?Meatatarianism?Actually Pitched An Anti-Hair-Loss Product For A Restaurant!”

Such a title would definitely have a spot as the hottest article in next month’s?Perfect Food.

To be honest, Mylo was a little disappointed ever since he started lining up.

He had been loading himself up with ammunition, but the moment he arrived at Mamy Restaurant, he realized that he actually had nothing to critique?!

As an expert in nitpicking, he had a pair of sharp eyes made for finding imperfections and a mouth that could form the most hurtful sentences with the simplest words.

However, he actually found a restaurant that he could not say anything bad or bitter about. Even his tone became gentler due to the environment and the rules.

These are just fleeting things. We’ll find out whether the food is the real deal when they are served.?Mylo ordered his food, and sat with his arms crossed, waiting quietly for the food to be served.

He ordered simple dishes. There were meat and vegetables, and they were dishes that Randy and Derrick had written about in?Meatatarianism?and?Vegetarianism.

Since Mylo was here to nitpick, as a professional, he could not be haphazard about it. That was not his style. He would attack with accuracy. That was his unique point.

While he was waiting for the dishes to be served, Mylo turned quietly to look at the kitchen. However, he was stunned.

From his position, he could see the interior of the kitchen clearly through the glass window.

It was a different kind of clean and bright from the kitchens he had seen before. The large space was around half the size of the dining hall, and he could see a part of the kitchen counter.

At this moment, Mag was just like a general in the army. The pots on the stove were his men, and the spatula in his hand was like his weapon.

He maneuvered between several pots on the stove, cooking different food at the same time, and even had the time to flip hundreds of kebab sticks on the grill while brushing oil and sauces on them.

It was really over the top.

In other restaurants, there would be several main chefs in the kitchen with their own apprentices and helpers. It made the entire kitchen hot and stuffy, and they were not very efficient, either.

However, Mag could cover all cooking-related jobs, including the plating and decoration. Yet, he gave off the sense that he was moving very swiftly and smoothly. It even seemed as though he could work fine with two more pots.

As for efficiency.

Mylo, who was sitting by the kitchen door, could already see the dishes float past him one by one before landing in front of the customers who ordered them.

“It seems like Miss Babla has returned. It’s your first time seeing a spatial magic caster serve dishes, right?” Randy asked with a smile.

“It is my first time.” Mylo nodded. He made a rough evaluation inside. This serving speed was incredible. For a mid-scale restaurant, such a serving speed would require a highly efficient kitchen to keep up with the operations.

Meanwhile, in this kitchen, there was only one person… cooking leisurely.

“This owner… is a freak, right?” Mylo swallowed his saliva. He had already defeated all the other chefs in the world simply with how he operated so leisurely.

“Boss Mag is actually chilling already. Two days ago, he set up a stall at the Delicacy Extravaganza. There were thousands in the line, and he was the only one cooking. While cooking, I thought I only saw flashes of his hands. He was 10 times faster than the stall next to him with only less than 20 customers,” Randy said with a smile as he turned to look into the kitchen.

“Isn’t that a little too casual? You can’t put your heart and soul into the food you’re making this way,” Garlan dissed.

Randy chuckled. “I think that this has more heart and soul compared to those chefs doing their repetitive actions dryly. His ease and relaxation show that he has confidence in his culinary skills. On top of that, you can tell from Boss Mag’s concentration that he is enjoying and is also passionate about what he is doing.”

Garlan cocked his brow. A writer indeed. He was actually stumped for words, and could only turn to look towards Mylo for help.

“Yeah. I haven’t seen such an attitude towards cooking in a very long time.” However, Mylo nodded in agreement, and was looking at Mag with admiration.

“…” Garlan.

They were here to nitpick and expose the lies of?Meatatarianism?and?Vegetarianism. However, it seemed that Mylo was not in the right mind?

Although his style was giving a hard blow online and acting meek offline, he usually would not give praise.

“Here is your food. Please enjoy.” The dishes started floating out from the kitchen, and landed gently in front of them while a sweet voice sounded in their ears.

Although they had already seen how the spatial magic caster served the dishes, Mylo and Garlan were still shocked. The thought of the rare and mysterious spatial magic caster serving them made them feel a strange sort of exhilaration.

However, Mylo was quickly attracted to the dishes in front of him.

On the long plate before him was a fish that was split open in the middle. A bright red sauce was drizzled on top of the fish. The sauce seeped perfectly into the meat through the crosscuts.

The enticing fragrance of the fish wafted out together with the rising steam. That made Mylo swallow his saliva. That smell was… really too enticing.

Garlan had almost the same expression. However, he said softly, “I don’t think we ordered fish?”

“This is not fish. This is eggplant with garlic sauce,” Randy said with a smile after taking a glance.

“This is eggplant with garlic sauce?!” Mylo and Garlan were stunned. They took a closer look, and found out that it was indeed not fish on the plate. Instead, it was an eggplant that was cut into a fish’s shape and fried till golden brown. If one did not look carefully, they would definitely think it was a fish.

That knife skills and craft could turn an ordinary eggplant into something completely different.