Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Achoo…” Abraham, who was standing in the long line in front of Mamy Restaurant, sneezed. He gathered his mink coat and mumbled, “I’ve dressed rather warmly. Maybe someone is missing me?”
“Mister, everyone is thinking about Boss Mag’s new dish, no one would be thinking about you.” Randy, who was lining up next to him, gazed at the announcement signboard on the board with a melancholic look.
“Hey, food critic, have you handed in this month’s manuscript?” Abraham asked Randy as he turned around with a smile. They had been sharing tables for this period of time, and they got familiar with each other.
However, although Abraham knew Randy was the columnist for the “Meatatarianism”, he didn’t reveal his identity of a duke. He also knew Randy had to hand in a script for the magazine monthly. The crux was that he delayed again.
“Sigh. Everything was smooth sailing in my life, and I became the columnist for the ‘Meatatarianism’ at a young age. I didn’t expect to encounter a setback at Mamy Restaurant. It’s such a waste, such a waste!” Randy sighed.
Abraham rolled his eyes. “Are you trying to push the blame on Boss Mag? He has created so many delicacies, and any one of them could easily make you write an excellent essay on it. Where else can you find such a wonderful place? You can’t even find such a place if you flip Rodu over, let alone in Chaos City.”
Randy wailed, “But that’s the problem. Every dish that Boss Mag released is fantastic. I have once written in ‘Meatatarianism’ that I wouldn’t write and share with my readers unless I found the best meat dish. I have set a trap for myself.
“Now, I have found the most scrumptious meat dishes, yet every one of them was so delicious and special. Isn’t it killing me? I have allodoxaphobia, I simply cannot decide!”
“Therefore, young man, never speak too soon.” Abraham patted Randy’s shoulder sympathetically. After pondering for a while, he said, “However, why are you so fixated? All the meat dishes that Boss Mag made are unique. You can simply write about one of them at each time, and furthermore, they are all different. Given the speed that Boss Mag releases new items, you would never have to worry about content ever again. You just have to live near here for the rest of your life.”
“Huh?” Randy’s eyes lit up as if he had just discovered the crux. Just as Abraham had said, given his requirement to only submit one essay article every month, Boss Mag was simply the gift that kept on giving!
“Since this is the case, I will start with the latest release today, the steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers. This must be another creative dish that Boss Mag came up with.” Randy’s gaze became determined. He had already decided to order the latest item, discover the wonder within it, and write an article that made people drool. That should be the pride of a food reviewer.
“Ding.”
The bells rang and Mag came out. Smiling, he said, “Welcome to Mamy Restaurant.”
The customers smiled and greeted Mag before strolling into the restaurant.
The first thing they did when they sat down was to flip open the menu and search among the delicacies. They finally found the new item listed under the seafood—steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers!
Steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers—1000 copper coins per helping.
(One can add on noodles, 50 copper coins for 50 grams.)
“Wow! There’s so many red peppers. Just looking at it made my throat feel like burning. Could it be even hotter than the insanely hot level spicy grilled fish?” Harrison gulped subconsciously as he looked at the steamed fish head that was full of diced hot red peppers. His urge to order the new item was extinguished instantaneously.
Many customers, too, looked hesitant after they saw the steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers’ picture.
Many of them had tried the spicy grilled fish before. It was spicy and addictive. It made them unable to stop. However, if this steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers was going to be spicier, not many people would be able to accept it.
Randy and Abraham sat at the same table again. Randy flipped open the menu as soon as he sat down. His gaze quickly landed on the steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers. His eyes immediately lit up as he praised, “The colorful red chopped chili form a distinct contrast with the white and tender fish meat. It brings about a strong impact. In terms of colors, Boss Mag is still as sensitive as ever.”
“Even though I have to admit that Boss Mag is a genius, if it is too spicy, it won’t be too friendly to middle-aged and elderly folks like us.” Abraham had an indecisive expression as he looked at the picture of the steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers.
Of course, he had to try Boss Mag’s new item, but he already couldn’t take the spicy grilled fish very well at medium hot level. This steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers looked even spicier, so it became a dilemma as to whether he should order it.
“Mister, then let us young chaps try it out first.” Randy smiled. Yabemiya happened to walk by their table, so he said, “I would like to order a helping of steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers. But, how do you add on the noodles? Do you cook it together with the fish head?”
The customers around them were listening in. They were very curious about the option to add on noodles. Furthermore, it was rather expensive that 50 grams of noodles cost 50 copper coins.
“The noodles are added separately after the customer finishes eating the fish head. You can drizzle the gravy of the Steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers over it,” Yabemiya explained with a smile.
“Is this a new method of eating that Boss Mag came up with again?” Randy cocked an eyebrow. It sounded interesting, so he nodded. “Then, I will add on 100 grams of noodles.”
“Alright, please give us a moment.” Yabemiya nodded and left. This was the first customer to order steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers. It was a good start.
Dishes after dishes were sent out of the kitchen and placed in front of each and every customer.
It was common to see plates floating around in mid-air in Mamy Restaurant while the customers were eating. They didn’t have to be alarmed, as it was only Miss Babla serving dishes. The soups and gravies in the bowls and plates were always still, so the horrific scene of soups splashing around would never happen.
They wouldn’t be able to see this amazing scene in other restaurants. After all, not every restaurant had the means to make a 7th-tier spatial magic caster serve the dishes.
Those who had no idea thought it was fun, but those who knew what was going on were well-behaved. In this restaurant, just the servers alone were not to be trifled with.
After a short while, a big tray floated out of the kitchen and landed in front of Randy lightly as a melodious voice in the kitchen said, “Your steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers.”
Then, the cover on the tray was removed instantly. The steam with a hint of spicy and sour fish fragrance spread out, and everyone sitting at the same table widened their eyes.
The surrounding customers, who had their scent segregated, also couldn’t help looking over at the steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers. The red chopped chilli covered the entire fish head, and a layer of oil glistened over it. The bright colors and rising hot steam made them salivate.
“This fish head smells so good!” Abraham couldn’t resist praising it after gulping.
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