A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World - Chapter 885

Chapter 885: Mmm

“Isn’t that too much?” Christy asked her friend hesitantly.

Carla smiled. “Hardly. It’s nothing compared to what I have ordered.”

Christy thought about the dishes Carla had just asked for and smiled. She closed the menu, turning to Miya. “That’s all,” she said.

Yabemiya nodded. “Okay, please wait a moment.” The young waitress headed for the next table.

One order after another went into the kitchen, and Mag began to get busy.

Firis stood in the corner and looked intently. Mag’s culinary philosophy and cooking style were completely different from hers. The varied kitchenware played a wonderful role, making her amazed.

Watching him cook was much like enjoying a performance; ingredients rolling and jumping happily in the woks, flames jumping up into the woks from time to time and dancing fiercely, and all kinds of wonderful scents filling the kitchen were swallowing her whole.

Steaming food was brought out of the small kitchen and delivered to the guests’ tables.

Words of praise found their way into the kitchen. Firis gazed at Mag, eyes shining with admiration.

“Yangzhou fried rice and black pepper steak, enjoy.”

Miya placed the two dishes in front of Carla and Christy before walking towards the next guest.

The scent of the red wine mingled with the aroma of the steak, flooding Christy’s nostrils. She detected another faint smell, strange but inviting, yet she couldn’t place it anywhere. Her eyes lit up.

As a manager of the Buffett Banks, Christy was no stranger to fine restaurants. After all, it was easier to do business at the dinner table.

She might have tried all the upscale restaurants in the city, but she was still stunned by the aroma of this black pepper steak.

A large piece of beef with beautifully distributed fat sat on the plate, steaming. The thick sauce lying on the top and the red and green bell peppers on the side made the steak even more tempting.

“Go ahead. You’ll love it,” Carla said, spooning some fried rice into her mouth. A blissful smile appeared on her face.

“I can’t eat much. I have to wear a dress tonight.” Christy picked up the knife and fork. The knife glided through the tender steak, and red wine seeped out along with red meat juices. The aroma of wine in the air became even more noticeable. The brown steak was cut open. The center was pink but not bloody. She forked a piece into her mouth.

The beef was even more tender than she imagined, and as she bit into it, an abundance of wine and meat juices flooded into her mouth. These flavors then combined with the black pepper sauce, and she felt as if a magic caster had unleashed a spell directly in her mouth. All of her taste buds were cast into a state of complete ecstasy.

After chewing and savoring the beef carefully, Christy’s expression abruptly changed. Aside from the amazing flavor of the beef itself, the fragrance of the wine also blossomed in mouth, adding a new layer of complexity to the extraordinary flavor of the dish.

This was a combination that was simply irresistible. The flavor of the beef wasn’t drowned out by the black pepper in the slightest, yet the black pepper featured prominently in the dish, taking the flavor of the beef to the next level and also contributing a unique texture to the dish.

The complexity of the flavors made her feel as if she were experiencing something new and different with each passing second.

After swallowing the mouthful of beef, she felt as if a flow of warmth had slid down her throat, filling her entire body with a warm sensation that almost made her moan with pleasure.

“Mmm~”

A moan escaped her lips as her mouth opened.

The intoxicating aroma of the red wine still lingered between her teeth, but the taste buds on the tip of the tongue had already begun to crave the next close encounter.

Christy opened her eyes and blushed; she had never made such an embarrassing sound before. The impact of the steak was so powerful that the body’s natural response was beyond her control.

However, her shyness was soon overcome by the desire for food. Christy brought a second piece into her mouth, closing her eyes to carefully savor every single minute aspect of this amazing culinary experience.

The wine tasted even better than that collected by rich people. Why would anyone use such good wine to cook?

The owner here was really an interesting man.

She had forgotten that she had said she couldn’t eat much. Nobody could say no to this.

Carla looked at Christy and smiled. “Nobody could bear to leave food unfinished here.”

“This braised chicken and rice is to die for! Mag indeed never disappoints. It seems I can’t go back to Rodu.” Abraham sat there, stuffing himself with a satisfied look on his face.

Ding!

The fork clattered on the plate. Christy was surprised to find her plate was already empty. She licked the sauce off her lips, looking as if she hadn’t had anywhere near enough.

“I ate all of it!”

A wave of guilt swept through her as she looked down at her swollen belly, but it was all she could do not to order a second helping.

“No, I can’t eat anymore,” Christy told herself determinedly, shaking her head.

“We’re just getting started,” Carla said with a smile, putting down her spoon.

“Your tofu puddings. Enjoy.” Two tofu puddings were placed in front of them.

The aroma of the tofu pudding was so pleasant that Christy couldn’t help but drop her gaze to it.

Reddish-orange juices had been poured on top of the tofu pudding, along with pickled vegetables, coriander, minced garlic, and chopped green onions. Delicious smells wafted towards her.

“What is this?” she asked, surprised.

Carla’s lips curved in a smile. “Do you remember when you told me you don’t sleep well recently and that you got a few pimples on your face? Well, this dish here will help you get rid of your troubling pimples in no time.”

Christy’s eyes widened. “For real?”

Carla had told her many times about the effect of the tofu pudding, and her skin had become softer and smoother, but Christy couldn’t bring herself to believe it was all because of a dish.

She had failed to meet the projection this month. She was suffering from anxiety and insomnia. As a result, pimples appeared. Although not obvious, for girls, they were undoubtedly a disaster. She had tried many methods, but to no avail. She grew more anxious, thus leading to more pimples emerging.

Now Carlos said that she only needed to finish this bowl of tofu pudding to eliminate all of them. She was surprised and skeptical all at once.

“This tofu pudding is why I brought you here today. You sure you don’t want to try it?” Carla asked.

“I…” Christy debated whether to rid herself of pimples or keep her body in attractive shape. At last, she picked up the spoon.