Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 370: Are You Kidding Me?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Mamy Restaurant’s inability to make it back onto the rankings board was a hot conversation topic among the restaurant’s customers. Everyone was initially quite furious, but Mag’s positive demeanor blunted their rage.

Harrison looked at Mag, and pleaded, “Mag, are you really unable to serve the grilled fish in the morning? I had one yesterday, and it’s all I could think about for the entire night. Can you please make one for me?”

“The spicy grilled fish is unavailable during our breakfast service. If you want, you can order it for lunch or dinner.” The system hadn’t actually stipulated that the spicy grilled fish couldn’t be served in the morning. However, he wanted to maintain the freshness of the air in the restaurant during the mornings. Furthermore, it was unhealthy to have foods with such strong flavors for breakfast, so it was a health consideration for his customers as well.

Mag had responded with a smile, but sounded implacable, so Harrison could only give up. He said, “Alright, then I’ll get a braised chicken and rice.”

“Master Turtle, is my wand ready? Master Half-beard said it’s almost ready; is that true?” Amy stood with an expectant look on her face beside Urien, who was dining on a bowl of tofu pudding.

“It’s almost ready. I’ll have it finished in two days at most.” Urien nodded with a benevolent smile as he said, “Little Amy, do you want Master to buy you a savory tofu pudding?”

“Yay! I’m finally getting my very own wand!” Amy jumped for joy before shaking her head, and replying, “No thanks, Master Turtle, I already had some earlier. You only have to pay for me.”

“Er... Alright.” Urien’s expression stiffened upon hearing that. He had promised that he would pay for Amy’s meals during her lessons, but it still felt a little strange as he was paying for her in a restaurant that her father owned.

A wand that can shrink and expand? Is this the Monkey King’s golden staff ¹ they’re talking about? Mag thought to himself upon hearing their conversation. Back when Amy had first stated that condition, he had brushed it off as an unreasonable request. However, Krassu and Urien had taken it very seriously, and they were close to completing the actual wand. That was a little surprising to him, and he was looking forward to seeing what the finished product would be like.

As the only magic caster on the entire continent that trained in both melee and long-range magic, Amy’s first ever wand had been crafted by two powerful 10th-tier magic casters, so it was surely something to look forward to even though Amy had only mastered very few spells up to this point.

Krassu just so happened to walk into the restaurant then, and he smiled as he said, “Arthur will probably arrive from Rodu in the next few days. I heard that there are two other little brats coming with him. They’ll be perfect test subjects for Little Amy’s new wand.”

Amy’s eyes lit up as she asked, “Master Half-beard, do you want Little Amy to be a bad person?”

“Err... Kind of. In any case, those guys definitely aren’t harboring any good intentions, so let’s show them how powerful my disciple is, and teach them a lesson.” Krassu nodded with a smile, and he sat down before ordering a Yangzhou fried rice.

Urien took a glance at Krassu, and retorted coldly, “That’s my disciple you’re talking about there. Drill that into your head.”

“Heh, there’s no point in arguing. The entire Norland Continent knows that you and I are both instructing the same disciple.” Krassu looked at Urien. A cold light was also shimmering in his eye as he said, “However, it remains to be seen what kind of magic Amy will use to defeat her opponents. It would be very interesting to see her use melee magic to crush long-range magic.”

“Heh, the flames of extreme frost is enough to take care of those small fry. What’s so interesting about watching a little girl wielding a large club?” Urien chuckled coldly.

“Master Half-beard, Master Turtle, are you two going to fight? Which one’s more powerful between melee and long-range magic? I really want to know.” Amy looked at the two of them with anticipation shimmering in her eyes.

All of the customers in the restaurant also turned to look at them. From their observations, it appeared that the two magic casters had been relatively friendly with each other recently. At the very least, that was the case when they were in the restaurant, so they didn’t have to worry about the two magic casters erupting into battle without warning.

The feud of fire and ice between the two of them was also widely known among all of the customers. As such, everyone was looking forward to seeing when a decisive result would arise in the feud between their melee and long-range magic as well as fire and ice magic.

“Of course melee magic is the best. I’ll get a sweet tofu pudding.” Krassu placed his order as he gave his response.

“If a magic caster still has to engage in melee combat, then there’s no point in learning magic. Thanks for the meal.” Urien also presented his opinion, and left some money on the table before departing.

“Bye bye, Master Half-beard. I have to go attend my lesson now. Master Urien told me that he would teach me a new spell today.” Amy waved at Krassu before bidding farewell to Mag and the others. She then followed Urien out the door, but she suddenly stopped at the entrance, turning to Ugly Duckling, and said, “Come here, Ugly Duckling, you can come play with Black Coal and Green Pea.”

“Meow~” Ugly Duckling backed away cautiously as it looked at Amy, retreating all the way behind the counter. It poked its little head out from around the counter and shook its head with a determined look.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you fight today.” Amy continued to usher Ugly Duckling toward her.

“Meow~” Ugly Duckling still shook its head.

“I won’t lock you into the birdcage today, either,” Amy promised.

“Meow~” Ugly Duckling immediately hid behind the counter, and didn’t even dare to poke its head out anymore.

“Tch, scaredy-cat.” Amy shook her head before turning to leave.

Only then did Ugly Duckling poke its head out from behind the counter, heaving a sigh of relief. It then climbed onto a stool, and lay onto its back as if settled down for a nap.

Mag looked at its portly little stomach, and shook his head with a smile. If things continued like this, it was definitely going to become an obese cat.

“System, the food competition mission has ended in failure, so give me a new mission.” After the breakfast service, Mag carried a lounge chair under the sun, and lay in it in a relaxed manner. He tossed out a handful of moonlight rice, which immediately attracted a bunch of white pigeons.

“The mission isn’t over yet, so the system won’t release a new mission. Please try your best to complete the mission, and don’t just give up! There is no punishment for failing the mission, but it will negatively impact your mission completion rate, which will, in turn, affect the difficulty of the upcoming missions and the prizes for completing those missions.” The system’s serious voice sounded.

“Holy f*ck! Are you kidding me?!!”

Mag immediately sprang up from his chair with wide eyes.