A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World - Chapter 801
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Chapter 801 System, Does God Truly Exist in This World
Following a brief talk with Byron and euphemistically refusing their invitation for a meal, Mag departed Carlo Church with Amy’s little hand in his. At this point, it was already past lunchtime.
“Father, I’m hungry. Shouldn’t we go eat something?” Amy asked as she looked up at Mag, and even though she was asking him whether they should go and eat, her expectant expression was asking “what are we going to eat?” instead.
Mag nodded with a smile, and said, “Alright, let’s have some good food. Last time, we didn’t get a chance to explore Renhe Food Street; let’s do that now.”
Byron was preparing to have lunch nearby, but this was Mag’s final day at Rodu, so he wanted to explore the food street to truly taste what the peak standard of cooking was like in this world. That way, he’d be able to focus and concentrate on cooking even more delicious cuisine.
Amy had already withdrawn her little golden wings. After a short period of acclimatization, they already felt like a part of her body.
Even though they had helped Byron and the revolutionaries win the debate against the conservatives today, the biggest reward they’d reaped from their trip to the church was actually Amy’s wings.
Even though Mag didn’t really understand the concept of this “God” that the pope had spoken about, the undeniable truth was that the ray of golden light shining down from the heavens really had bestowed the ability to fly upon Amy.
This was a pair of wings that didn’t require the expenditure of magical power to maintain, and they were undoubtedly going to assist her greatly in future battles. At critical moments, they could even save her from what would otherwise be sticky situations.
“System, does God truly exist in this world?” Mag asked internally.
“This question is not something that the system can answer. If you really want to know the answer, perhaps you can look at yourself as reference and make a decision based on that,” the system replied in a serious voice.
“Myself?” Mag’s brows furrowed. The fact that he had been able to transmigrate into this world was a phenomenon that could not be explained by science. According to the system, “God” had drawn his soul into this world, and deployed the system to his side in order to regulate his actions and prompt him into engaging in certain endeavors.
Was the God that the pope had spoken about the same being?
Mag felt as if he was onto something, but he then quickly shook his head. Concepts like God were far too distant to him. Those were beings that transcended this world and existed on a higher plane.
All he wanted to do now was to survive in this world and be a part of Amy’s life as she grew up.
Mag looked back at the grand church before getting onto the horse-drawn carriage from the second prince’s manor, which had been waiting for them well in advance, with Amy. Following an instruction from Mag, the coach driver spurred on the horses, and they traveled toward Renhe Food Street.
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Renhe Food Street was the most renowned food street in Rodu. All of the restaurants on this street had to have at least a couple of attractive signature dishes. Otherwise, it was quite difficult to run a restaurant on this food street when the rent for the storefronts here was so expensive.
These restaurants attracted patronage from nobles, while the roadside vendors sold food that was affordable even for commoners. As such, the food street catered for all demographics, and it was never lacking in customers.
The cooking contest between Mag and the head chef of Cary’s Rotisserie resulted in all of the discriminatory signs on the restaurant being torn away, thereby forcing them to treat all customers as equals.
It was exactly because of this that the rich merchants who weren’t nobles were no longer barred from dining at these restaurants. As such, long lines had gathered outside these restaurants, and most of those customers were the aforementioned merchants who were dressed in lavish robes.
The nobles who frequented those restaurants in the past all shook their heads at the long lines of merchants gathered outside, and all of them shook their heads as they got onto their horse-drawn carriages again, instructing their coach drivers to take them to other restaurants.
Cary’s Rotisserie had also torn away their discriminatory sign, but their business was noticeably suffering. The restaurant wasn’t filled to the brim with customers as it normally was, and it was quite clear that losing its head chef had dealt the rotisserie a heavy blow.
As for Sinclair’s roast meat stand, it was still positioned outside the rotisserie.
However, there wasn’t a single piece of beef on the roasting rack, and the heavily bearded Sinclair was lying back on his chair, basking in the warm autumn sun. At the same time, he was looking at Cary’s Rotisserie with a relaxed expression, as well as answering the inquiries of customers who came by from time to time to ask about the sign on his cart.
The handwritten sign that Mag had plastered to the cart was still there, but a new handwritten sign had been plastered next to it. That sign read: “Mamy Restaurant’s temporary Rodu stand is indefinitely closed, and we will be unable to supply delicious beef cube until further notice.”
“I wonder if Boss Mag is going to come back. Is he just going to give up on such a lucrative business? But then again, with his cooking skills, he’d earn a lot of money anywhere… So be it, I’ll look after this stand for him for three more days. If he doesn’t come in three days, then I’ll have to find something else to do. After all, I still have to pay for my kid to go to school…” Sinclair murmured to himself.
Right at this moment, two humanoid figures, one tall and one short, blocked the sunlight that Sinclair was basking in. “Boss Sinclair.”
Sinclair looked at the duo through narrowed eyes, and he faltered slightly before jumping up from his chair with an elated expression. “Boss Mag! Little Amy! What brings you here?”
“We’re here to have some lunch, and I saw you as I was passing through, so I decided to come and greet you,” Mag replied with a smile. He had seen the signs plastered to the cart, and also heard Sinclair’s errant monologue. Despite his rough external appearance, this heavily bearded man was quite thoughtful.
“Uncle Big Beard, why aren’t you making roast beef?” Amy asked with a puzzled look.
Sinclair scratched his head in an awkward manner, and said, “After tasting the roast meat made by Boss Mag, I’m ashamed to call my cooking roast beef. Most of the customers who visit my stand now are here for Boss Mag’s cooking, so I can’t just disappoint them with my shoddy cooking.”
“Hmm, looks like you know our place, after all.” Amy nodded in approval.
“…” Sinclair’s expression stiffened upon hearing this. Even though she was right, her words still stung. However, he simply couldn’t bring himself to get mad at Amy’s adorable little face.
Amy then continued, “But why don’t you learn from Father, then? If you learn to cook delicious roast beef as well, then you can keep running this stand.”
“Well…” Sinclair turned to Mag before shaking his head with a smile, and said, “I can’t do that. A chef’s recipes are their most important possession.”
Mag tore off the signs on the cart as he smiled, and said, “If you want to learn, I wouldn’t mind teaching you a few tricks. However, I think it’s best that you run this stand using the original name.”