Mag had prepared more than 30 loaves of bread for lunch, and they sold out in a little while. The aroma of meat really whetted many customers’ appetite; they asked Mag to make some more.
However, there was nothing he could do. He had only prepared that many, so those who came first would be served first. He needed at least two hours to knead the dough and stew the meat; it was not like the Yangzhou fried rice which only took him several minutes to make a plate of.
Customers were interested in the exquisite bag too. One even said he would use it as a little money bag. They thought the drawing on the back was extremely cute. Their compliments made Amy elated.
By dinnertime, more people had heard about this and more customers came. The Yangzhou fried rice and roujiamo made them crazy. They were cooked in a unique way, but their taste was intoxicating. They had completely subverted their concept of food.
To be sure, they were expensive, but Chaos City was never short of wealthy people. They wouldn’t mind spending some gold coins to treat themselves to a decent meal.“Sorry. Today is only a trial sale, and we’ve sold out. We’ll start serving it officially tomorrow. But since it takes time to prepare, the quantity for each meal is limited. Come back early tomorrow if you can.” Mag showed the last customer out with a smile and turned over the sign. He breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had eaten Yangzhou fried rice and roujiamo, he felt a little tired after a long day.
He had sold more than 90 roujiamos today. The number of plates of Yangzhou fried rice he had sold, because of roujiamo, was a little less than before—over 50 plates. In total, he’d made more than 360 gold coins of profit today.
He needed to wake up early tomorrow to knead more dough to make more bread. He had to sell 1,000 roujiamos to unlock the tofu pudding.
Now that he was an owner of a restaurant, he decided to take no part in the conflict between the savory tofu pudding people and the sweet ones anymore.
He was a little curious, though. Will the people here be like the people in my previous life? Will some be into the savory flavor and others the sweet flavor? Hope they can get along well. If not, maybe they would duel every day in a ring if there were one outside the restaurant.
Amy’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Father, you must be very tired. Let me massage your shoulders,” Amy said to him, holding Ugly Duckling in her arms.
“Meow, meow…” said Ugly Duckling, seeming to agree with Amy.Mag looked at the two lovely things and then stroked Amy’s head. “Don’t worry. Father is not tired. Sit there and wait for me. If you feel sleepy, go wash up and sleep,” he said, shaking his head.
Amy shook her head. “No. I’ll wait for you today.” Then she gave Ugly Duckling’s head a stroke. “Right, Ugly Duckling?”
“Meow,” Ugly Duckling said with a yawn. It nodded in agreement, but its unwillingness was written all over its face.
Mag nodded, smiling. “Then I’ll hurry up.” He cleared the plates, wiped all the tables clean, and mopped the floor. By the time he was done, a half of an hour had passed.
Amy was sitting on the long-legged chair, half-asleep, and Ugly Duckling was already out in her arms.
Mag untied his apron, hung it up, dried off his hands, and walked over to Amy. “Put it in the basket; we’ll go upstairs and sleep,” he said in a soft voice as he stroked Amy’s hair.
Amy nodded. “Okay.”
“Meow…” Ugly Duckling seemed to have heard him; it woke up and gave Mag a sullen look. Then it shook its head as it held Amy’s dress with its little pink paws and didn’t want to leave.
Amy shook her head. “No, Ugly Duckling. Father said you have to sleep here in your basket.” Then she picked it up and held it against her chest. “Besides, you’re so ugly; if I woke up and saw your face in the middle of the night, I might kick you out of the bed in fright,” she said as she left the chair.
Mag couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed she didn’t need to be taught by him; she was born with a vicious tongue.
“Meow, meow!” said Ugly Duckling, trying to prove it was not that ugly. But Amy shoved it into the little basket and covered it with the blanket.
Then she stood up. “Ugly Duckling, go to sleep; I’ll play with you tomorrow if you behave,” she said as she waved her hand. Then she took Mag’s hand and was about to go upstairs.
“Meow, meow, meow, meow…” Ugly Duckling slipped out from under the little blanket quickly. It put its little paws on the edge of the basket and cried sadly like a deserted little cat as it watched Amy’s back.
Amy stopped her feet and glanced back at the kitten that was about to cry. “Father, it seems scared. Can we take it upstairs? I’ll try not to kick it out of the bed,” Amy asked as she looked up at Mag.
Mag took a look at the pitiful kitten and then at the expectant Amy. These two little things were so adorable that he couldn’t resist their double cuteness attack. He had no choice but to nod. “All right. Let’s take it upstairs.”
“Yes.” Amy smiled delightedly, but when she turned around, she hid her smile and picked up the kitten with a sour face. “You’re so difficult. Cover your face tonight. Don’t try to scare me.” She sighed.
“Meow, meow,” Ugly Duckling said happily. Then it positioned itself comfortably in Amy’s arms, rubbed its little head against her chest, and closed its eyes in contentment.
When they were upstairs, Amy put the sleeping kitten on one side of her little bed and carefully put its little head on the pillow. Then she went to wash up with Mag.
Mag helped Amy take a bath, bought another cute bluish violet set of sleepwear for her from the system, dried off her hair, and carried her to the little bed.
As soon as she lay down, Ugly Duckling reached out its little paws and held her arm, putting its little head against her arm too.
“You’re so heavy.” Amy pushed it away impatiently. “Good night, Father…” she said softly as she looked at Mag, yawning.
“Night.” Mag stroked her hair with a smile, and she fell asleep quickly.
Ugly Duckling approached her again in sleepiness and still wanted to hold her arm and press its face against her.
Mag shook his head, smiling. Such a clingy little thing. He tucked them in, turned off the light, took his sleepwear, and went to take a bath quietly.
After the bath, Mag lay on his bed comfortably. “System, I think we need something special on the menu. Whether the Yangzhou fried rice or the roujiamo, they are not exactly a main dish,” Mag said in his mind.
