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

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

On the other hand, Randy had already closed his eyes and bent forward to take a deeper sniff. His long and narrow eyebrows were raised and slightly furrowed at the center with a hint of surprise. “Different from the spicy grilled fish"s overwhelming spiciness, there is a hint of sour in this spiciness. It isn"t aggressive, and resembles a refined gentleman instead.

“The fragrance of the flesh is very special, and it doesn"t smell like the fishes near Chaos City. It doesn"t have the fishy and muddy smell. The freshness of the fish isn"t covered by the chilli, instead it is brought out by the spicy and sour taste.

“And the oil that was poured over this fish head is the highlight. The boiling oil fused the chopped chilli, condiments, and fish together perfectly. Just the smell alone made my digestive system antic.i.p.ate it.”

“Gulp.”

A series of gulping sounds appeared around them after hearing Randy"s words. Although they couldn"t smell it all, they felt as though they had tasted it. This had to be an explanation that had taste.

“A cultured man is indeed different. We both took a sniff. You could describe so much, and I could say it smelled so good,” Abraham said slightly sarcastically.

Randy opened his eyes. He wasn"t affected by Abraham"s words, and smilingly said, “The smell and color are present. Now, we just need to taste it.”

He picked up the chopsticks, but he picked up a small piece of chopped chili with them first.

“Why are you eating the red chili instead of the fish meat?” Abraham asked perplexedly.

“This red chopped chili seems to be different from other chilies, and different from the ones in spicy grilled fish. I want to know what is the secret behind it,” Randy answered before putting that piece of chopped chili into his mouth.

The sour and spicy taste blossomed on the tip of the tongue.

The spiciness wasn"t very strong, but the sour taste encouraged the mouth to salivate. Apart from that, there was a tinge of savory taste as if it was marinated in an old urn for a year.

This reminded him of that night when he stayed over in a town a few years back. The noodles with preserved vegetables served by the lady boss were the best noodles he ever had. He still remembered that old brown urn in the corner in the kitchen now. Those few pieces of preserved vegetables gave him a bowl of divine noodles.

He had never tasted anything like that afterward, not even when he traveled to numerous places.

That taste was just like that sensual middle-aged lady boss. On that crazy rainy night, after eating that bowl of noodles, they left a messy trail throughout that old, rundown inn as they battled from the kitchen to the bedroom, toppling over the condiments containers.

He had never met another woman that had a tinge of sweetness within the sourish taste ever again.

However, he had found that taste in this red chopped chili again. Although it was a chili, the sour taste spiked his memory instantly again.

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He was sure that there had to be an old urn in a corner in Boss Mag"s kitchen, but it would be chilies marinating in it instead of pickled vegetables.

“How is it? Is it spicy?” Abraham asked curiously after Randy didn"t have any reaction for a long time.

The other customers looked very concerned too. Randy had described the aroma so enticingly, but how the spiciness tasted was most important.

Abraham"s words pulled Randy"s thoughts back from his memory. He nodded before shaking his head, and smilingly said, “This chili is just like a handsome and polite gentleman. It makes you in awe of him, but you can"t resist opening your legs— mouth to him. After the marinating, the spiciness became more subtle, and the natural tartiness formed gave it its unique taste.”

“Since you are still able to talk so much after eating it, it shouldn"t be very spicy.” Abraham nodded thoughtfully, and was ready to order it.

“Now, let me taste this fish head.” Randy pushed away the chopped chili to reveal the white and tender fish meat underneath. He picked up a piece of meat, and dipped it in the gravy before putting it into his mouth.

The sour and spicy gravy was the first to blossom. It activated the taste buds in his mouth instantly.

The teeth split open the fish meat easily. It was soft and bouncy, fat but not greasy. Although the spicy and sour taste had soaked through the fish head, it still wasn"t able to take away the fish"s own fresh taste.

This taste was totally different from the taste of those small fishes founded in the rivers and streams in Chaos City. It was different from any fish that he had eaten before.

It was a much more elegant taste.

The wonderful texture and beautiful sour and spicy taste had exploded in his mind like an explosive fireball. It made his scalp tingle!

Was this fish steamed? Randy stared at the fish in front of him in disbelief. He"d had steamed fish before. With an appropriate temperature, the fish meat would be really fresh and tender.

However, the biggest problem with steamed fish was the fishy taste that was difficult to get rid of. Even the best chefs could only cover it up with some side dishes as it couldn"t be eliminated totally.

But this fish head was different. He didn"t taste any fishy taste apart from the freshness of the fish meat.

The chili that covered the entire fish head lent the hot and sour taste to it, but it didn"t cover up the original taste of the fish.

Maybe this fish that looked special didn"t have a fishy taste at all, or Boss Mag had used a special technique to get rid of the fishy taste that only left the amazing taste behind.

Randy swallowed the meat and felt the warm sensation that made his scalp tingle. Smiling, he said to those people watching him with antic.i.p.ation, “I cannot find the words to describe this beautiful taste. I would have to go back and write it out slowly. If you want to know what it tastes like, please take note of the upcoming issue of "Meatatarianism"…”

“Che…”

Everyone said it at the same time, and then began to raise their hands to place orders.

“Miss Miya, please give me a helping of steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers, with 100 grams of noodles too.” Abraham was the first to order. He was already sure that this was a dish he couldn"t miss out.

“I want a helping too.”

The customers started to place their orders. As long as it wasn"t spicier than the spicy grilled fish, it would be fine.

After hearing Miya report on the orders, Mag grabbed a fat head fish, sighing, and said, “Rest in peace, Master Fat Head Fish. Remember, this cleaver is called Fat Head Fish. You have died for a good cause.”

Splat.

With a swing of the arm, the fat head fish with widened eyes was cut into perfect halves. It was swiftly cleaned, and then placed in the steamer.

Chaos School. Rest period. Amy, who was swatting mosquitoes with fireb.a.l.l.s, saw Ignatsu pacing around with a hesitant look outside of the magic cla.s.sroom. She swung her finger, and the fireball that was flying toward the sky swiftly changed direction and swooshed across Ignatsu"s face.

“Woah!” Ignatsu jumped back in a shock. The green bean sprout on his head swayed as his gaze followed the fireball up into the sky which exploded in the fireworks.

“Hey, Little Bean Sprout. What are you doing?” Amy asked smilingly.

Ignatsu raised his head, and hesitantly said, “Amy, some… someone wants me to join in a gang fight.”