A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World (WN)

Chapter 1136: Dear, You Are So, So Naughty!

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

After eating a bowl of delightful Yangzhou fried rice and a helping of sweet tofu pudding, Bonnie licked her lips, and her gaze landed on the last roujiamo next to Vicennio’s hand.

How could she eat so quickly! Vicennio was shocked as he was only halfway through his second roujiamo. He slowly turned his body to block Bonnie’s vision, and quickly took a big bite of the roujiamo. He had to finish it as soon as possible.

“Dear, looks like you are not able to finish that. I will help you with the last one.” One hand glided across his body before snatching that roujiamo away.

“No!!!” Vicennio was alarmed as he glared at the hand that grabbed the roujiamo slowly retracted back. He forced himself to stay calm while he said to Bonnie, “Dear, this… this roujiamo isn’t suitable for you. Why don’t you have an ice cream? That is also something very nice.”

“No way. I have to find out what this roujiamo tastes like today.” Bonnie shook her head, and then took a bite of the roujiamo in front of Vicennio’s gradually widening eyes.

“Crack.”

The crispy skin gave out a light “cackling” sound, and the braised meat in between the soft and fragrant bai ji bread released its juice instantly. Different from the Yangzhou fried rice delightful scrumptiousness, the meat was full and domineering as if a pail of water was splashed over boiling oil. The taste buds were brought to life instantaneously.

What was more unbelievable was that after swallowing it, it became a fiery hot breath that ran on a rampage throughout the body. As if a tiny monster had gone in, it made the person restless. The whole body felt heated up.

“Mmm~”

Bonnie’s mouth opened slightly, and she gave out a moan of rapture with a flushing face.

“Rip~”

At the same time, a distinct sound of cloth ripping could be heard. Bonnie’s collar was burst open, and her ample breasts almost spilled out.

“Oh! This feeling is simply too lovely!”

Bonnie didn’t notice her ripped clothes, as she had only had one thought left in her mind. She didn’t feel uncomfortable after the initial heat had disappeared. Instead, she felt warm and tingling, and the tiredness from last night’s and this morning’s “fierce battles” was totally gone. She even had the sensation that she could go for another 300 rounds.

Oh sh*t! Vicennio reached out to cover Bonnie’s exposed chest, and his mind went completely blank. It was over for him today.

Bonnie opened her eyes and looked at Vicennio seductively. She hit him in his chest with her fist, and coquettishly said, “Dear, you are so, so naughty! You actually keep such good stuff all to yourself.”

“I…” Vicennio wanted to cry.

“I’ll teach you a lesson when we get back.” Bonnie licked her lips and continued eating the roujiamo.

I didn’t expect a restaurant that looks so decent actually sells this kind of drugs, and it’s made to taste so good. This boss is really a genius. Bonnie’s gaze moved toward the kitchen. No wonder her husband had gotten more and more “formidable” recently. He had come here for a boost every single day.

Vicennio finished the two roujiamos in a daze and settled the bill. He followed Bonnie out of the restaurant, distracted.

“Listen to me, Dear. The weather is lovely today, why don’t we—” Vicennio said with a straight face after boarding the carriage.

“Why don’t we do something exciting? We haven’t done it on a moving carriage before.” Bonnie had a devilish smile. She was already lying atop of him, and began to undress and herself.

The driver driving the carriage felt an unusual rocking and weird sounds coming from the carriage. He decided to concentrate on his driving, and continued the journey calmly.

…

“Are you asking me to be the judge of the duel?” In the Food Association Building, Robert was staring at Sith with surprise.

Sith nodded. “Yes. Mr. Mag has already accepted my challenge, so I would like to invite you to be our main judge for this duel.”

The first runner-up was challenging the champion of the Soup Rankings. This was the first duel after the Delicious Cuisine Rankings was announced.

The current Delicious Cuisine Rankings created a big hoo-ha initially when Mamy Restaurant conquered all the six rankings. They were mostly bad reviews and defamations of the Delicious Cuisine Rankings.

However, as time went on, this sincerely done ranking managed to gain the foodies’ recognition with all the delicacies. Even the most controversial Mamy Restaurant had turned the bad reviews around after more and more customers tried it for themselves and spread the words of praise. It had basically set itself up as the best restaurant in Chaos City.

However, although everything was good with Mamy Restaurant, the soup part was indeed a little weak.

Robert was also Mamy Restaurant’s regular customer. He had eaten the Braised chicken and rice a couple times. The taste was good and the soup was delicious.

But to say that it was a soup dish was a bit too much as it had only a small amount to cover the rice.

The Sith Restaurant’s freshwater seafood soup was indeed one of the best in soup dishes. Robert also had it frequently.

After pondering, Robert nodded in agreement. “Since this is the case, I will agree to be the judge of this soup duel.”

Culinary arts needed innovation so they could bring more tasty food to the people. To make the culinary scene more vibrant, reasonable competition would be to promote innovation.

Boss Mag was indeed undeniably a genius. Every dish of his was very imaginative. His revolutionary cooking style had rejuvenated the entire culinary scene.

Since both parties had already agreed, he, the president of the Food Association, being present at the duel could encourage more chefs to innovate.

Happy, Sith quickly replied, “We will bother you, then. The time of the duel is 4.30 pm today at Mamy Restaurant’s entrance.”

After coming out of the Food Association, Sith went to visit the vile-tongued critic, Febid.

“What? You want to duel with Boss Mag?” Febid, who was writing his manuscript, lifted his head and looked at Sith as if he was an idiot. “Are you feeling itchy?”

Sith wanted to explain himself. “Mr. Febid, I—”

“Okay, since I am free this afternoon and have planned to go and eat at Mamy Restaurant tonight, I might as well be your judge,” Febid interrupted Sith, and then continued writing his manuscript. “You may leave. I still have to work.

“Thank you.” Sith turned and went out. Although he knew that was how Febid’s character was, he was still spurred on by his sarcasm.

Sith clenched his fists, and determinedly said to himself, “My freshwater seafood soup will not lose to anybody.”

Sith went to find another three rather well-known culinary experts, and invited them to be the duel’s judges before returning to the restaurant to prepare for the duel.

At 4 o’clock, there was already a crowd gathering outside of Mamy Restaurant, waiting for a good show.

But, at this moment, there was only a stove and a dark brown wine urn that was placed over the stove.