A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

For a moment, Mag froze. He had never expected the system would limit the sale of tofu pudding.

Why would it do such a thing? It doesn’t make sense.

Mag frowned. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. It may ruin the reputation I’ve been trying to build,” he said. “And what’s this lucky draw thing?”

“It’s a thoughtful decision that I’ve made. The lucky draw spinner is specifically designed to stimulate your enthusiasm. After you finish your mission, you may get a chance at the lucky draw spinner with wonderful prizes: cake recipe, ice cream recipe, wine recipe, strength, etc.”

Mag’s eyes lit up. Amy would love ice cream. No child can say no to it.

The wine recipe was also tempting. He wasn’t an alcoholic, but it wouldn’t hurt to drink a little before bed.

The most exciting prize was strength, of course. In a few days, he would be able to procure 10,000 gold coins to buy 0.5 strength and become as strong as a normal man.

If he could get another 0.5 strength from this mission, he would be strong enough to wield a sword. With the skills in his head, he might be able to protect himself.

“The prizes are somewhat acceptable,” Mag said coolly. “But why don’t you change the mission to, like, selling 1,000 bowls of tofu pudding?”

“Let me explain it to you, young man. Many people will feel depressed if they don’t get what they come here for, especially after waiting for a long time.”

Mag fell silent. He had noticed this problem too. He could serve his customers Yangzhou fried rice whenever they ordered during opening hours.

However, the same thing could not be said about roujiamo. He wasn’t able to prepare enough dough to make roujiamos for everybody. Some customers had to go back empty-bellied and disappointed.

There was one customer who had never got to eat one roujiamo even though he had come every day for three days. He couldn’t come early because of his work. Mag felt so sorry every time he saw him leave with sorrowful eyes.

He could prepare over 200 bread loaves for each meal, and that would be enough for everyone who wanted to eat roujiamo if they were limited to one roujiamo each.

But, people like Harrison and Sargeras needed a lot more than one. It would be a torture to allow them one each meal.

The system continued, “The soybeans are planted in rich soil in the depths of the Twilight Forest owned by orcs, high in protein.

“They get as much as 14 hours of sunlight every day. No pesticides are used. Nanobots take care of all the pests. The protein content in these soybeans is five times higher than in normal ones. Rich in vitamins and minerals, they’re very beneficial for the skin. But, too much protein may be too difficult for some people to digest.”

“This tofu pudding is five times more nutritious?” Mag asked, surprised.

“4.5 times, to be exact.”

“Then why didn’t you stop me when I gave Amy and the kitten each two bowls to eat?” Mag said, suddenly feeling anxious.

“Don’t worry. Two bowls aren’t too much. Besides, they are growing. They need more protein.”

Mag sighed with relief. This stingy system is pretty reliable when it needs to be, he thought to himself. “I should be able to buy the strength in two days. How much is next 0.5 strength?”

“50,000 gold coins.”

Mag was taken aback. “You must be out of your mind!” It had taken him almost half a month to save 10,000 gold coins. He needed more than a month to procure 50,000 even if he cut back on spending.

The second 0.5 strength was five times more expensive than the first, which meant the third would be even more expensive. His business was good, but not good enough for him to improve his strength in the short term.

“I never recommended you buy it,” the system said. “You need to focus on your mission, not on making money. Certain things are expected of you if you want to become the God of Cookery. You have a high chance of improving your strength by completing missions, and it’s the only proper way.”

“Is it?” said Mag, incredulous.

“Yes. But I can always sell you if you really want to buy it.”

Mag curled his upper lip. “I knew it.” He thought a moment as he looked at the shining mission in his head and nodded. “I accept this mission. But, I don’t want to see the wine recipe on the lucky wheel.”