Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant Chapter 722 - Impromptu Mission

Chapter 722 Impromptu Mission

Cary’s Rotisserie was quite renowned as the number one rotisserie on the Renhe Food Street.

It was said that the true owner of this restaurant was a high and mighty duke. Furthermore, the restaurant only granted entry to n.o.bles, keeping out all normal citizens.

Even so, they still received countless customers every day, all of whom were flocking to the rotisserie to taste their vastly renowned teppanyaki.

Here in Rodu, there were n.o.bles everywhere. As such, it was no wonder that Cary’s Rotisserie had such a large customer base.

Ike stood at the entrance of the restaurant with his meat cleaver in his hand, looking around from side to side with a menacing expression. As the head chef of Cary’s Rotisserie, he regarded it to be a personal insult for someone to tear off the sign on their front door.

However, he faltered slightly upon catching sight of Irina. This elf was simply far too beautiful, and judging by her airs, he could tell that she was definitely no ordinary elf.

Ever since the conclusion of the war among species, the elven race and the human race had lived in harmony. There had never been any wars on their joint borders; in fact, the guard towers set up on those borders were simply there for show, with no actual soldiers stationed in those towers.

Even though marriages between humans and elves were still frowned upon, such interspecies marriages did exist, even among the n.o.bility of the Roth Empire.

Of course, the most renowned of such relations.h.i.+ps was naturally the one between General Alex and Princess Irina.

Any man who can marry such a beautiful elf must be extremely powerful! With that in mind, Ike turned his attention to Mag.

However, Mag was only wearing a simple black robe, and didn’t appear to have an ounce of n.o.bility about him. Ike’s brows furrowed as he thought to himself, Is this guy the coach driver? No matter how I look at it, there’s no way that a man like him could father such an adorable child.

Well, this is kind of awkward. Mag glanced at the sign down on the ground, and then up at the menacing Ike.

There were so many bystanders around as well; if Irina were to reveal her ident.i.ty, Mag could guarantee that a piece of news would spread the very next day, speculating about how Irina had had an extramarital affair and even birthed a child with another man.

People always liked to hear stories about the legendary elven princess, so this piece of news would most likely spread like wildfire. If such rumors were to spread into the ears of his enemies, he would definitely arouse a lot of suspicion.

Right at this moment, the system’s voice suddenly sounded in Mag’s mind. “Ding! New impromptu mission: please set up a stall and make the most popular stall on this entire street within half a day! Reward for mission success: one stinky tofu recipe! Punishment for mission failure: one strength point will be deducted!”

“What are you trying to do, System?! Can’t you see that I have enough on my plate already? And do you think it’s easy to become the street vendor king here?” Mag raised his eyebrows. He hadn’t even thought of a way to resolve this situation, yet the system was burdening him with this random mission.

He was actually quite fond of streetside food stalls. He had visited many streetside kebab stalls in his past life, and he found them to be quite inexpensive and enjoyable places to dine at as long as the ingredients used were clean and the flavor of the kebabs was satisfactory.

However, it was very difficult to survive as a streetside vendor unless one had some tricks up their sleeves.

This was the most lavish food street in the entirety of Rodu, and all of the stores here appeared to be doing quite well. The stall rental fees were most likely downright astronomical here, so a stall would close down in a matter of days unless they could generate a considerable amount of revenue every day.

Mag didn’t have a stall, nor did he have any kitchenware with him. The system was clearly trying to screw him over by releasing a mission like this!

“You’re a candidate to become the G.o.d of Cookery; how can you shoulder such a heavy burden if you can’t even overcome such minor difficulties? You can do it! Embark on your journey to become the G.o.d of Cookery by becoming the street vendor king here first!” the system encouraged.

“Let me ask one more time; who tore off sign on my restaurant’s door?” Ike yelled in a loud voice, but his gaze had already settled on Mag.

“That guy’s not planning to make that beautiful elf shoulder the blame, is he?”

All of the bystanders were looking at the dazed Mag with discontent in their hearts.

Irina looked directly into Ike’s eyes, and said, “It was me, Iri—”

“I really think that the sign you put up is very insulting to common citizens like us. As a commoner and also a chef, I think that good food should only be bought using money, not using one’s status.” Mag cut off Irina as he took a whiff of the aroma wafting forth from Cary’s Rotisserie. His brows furrowed as he scoffed, “And you’re proclaiming that your mediocre roast meat is fit only for n.o.bles? Who gave you the audacity and confidence to say that?”

Irina turned to Mag with a rather surprised expression. The Alex that she knew never spoke in this manner before. However, she quickly realized that he was only cutting her off so she wouldn’t blurt out her own name.

“So he’s not a couple with that beautiful elf? I suddenly don’t think he’s all that bad now.”

“I fully agree with what he said! Every time I walk past this rotisserie, I get the urge to rip off that stupid sign! I don’t want to eat roast meat cooked by such a conceited sn.o.b!”

“I didn’t think that he’d be a chef as well. However, Cary’s Rotisserie is quite renowned in Rodu, yet this man is calling their roast meat mediocre. I wonder if he can cook anything better.”

All of the bystanders’ impressions of Mag were suddenly completely flipped on their heads. They had thought that he was just a pretty boy hiding behind his beautiful wife, but he was standing up for himself, and the words that he had spoken garnered much support from all of the common citizens nearby.

There was a roast meat street vendor beside Cary’s Rotisserie, and its heavily bearded owner, Sinclair, was looking at Mag with a pair of glowing eyes. “He’s right! This restaurant is constantly looking down on everyone; what gives them the right to do that?”

He had been renting this stall for about half a month to date, hoping to build a career for himself with his cooking skills. However, the roast meat that had won him much praise back in his hometown had drawn almost no customers here on the Renhe Food Street, and he was constantly being insulted and bullied by the head chef and employees of Cary’s Rotisserie.

All of them were extremely haughty, thinking that they were high and mighty and beyond reproach just because the owner of their restaurant was a duke.

Ike was enraged to the point of laughter as he pointed at Mag with his cleaver, and said, “You little b.a.s.t.a.r.d! How dare you speak like that about Cary’s Rotisserie? Even Duke Abraham has praised my roast meat; who the h.e.l.l do you think you are?!”

“We’ll let the customers decide whether your roast meat is good or not.” Mag’s expression was very calm as he turned his attention to the roast meat stall outside Cary’s Rotisserie. He turned to Sinclair with a smile, and asked, “Hi there, I’d like to borrow your stall for half a day in order to redefine the meaning of delicious cuisine on this food street, would you be able to do me that favor?”