Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 59

The 30 roujiamos for lunch were soon sold out. Many customers craved the aroma of the meat and asked Meg to make more.

Mag couldn't do anything about that. He had prepared so many ingredients, but he could only make roujiamo on a first-come, first-served basis. He had to start preparing the roujiamo two hours in advance, kneading the dough, and making the braised meat. He couldn't make roujiamo on the spot like Yangzhou fried rice.

The customers were also very interested in the delicate little bag of roujiamo. Some even said they wanted to take it back as a purse, especially the cute drawing of the back on the bag. Amy was very happy.

More customers came in the evening. The Yangzhou fried rice and roujiamo drove them crazy. The unique cooking method and the addictive taste completely subverted their imagination of food.

Although the food here was little expensive, there was no lack of rich people in Chaos City. Spending a few gold coins to satisfy one's appetite was not a difficult thing for them to do.

"I'm sorry, but we've sold out today. The official sale will start tomorrow. Because we need to prepare in advance, the number of roujiamos for each meal is limited. Please come early tomorrow." Meg saw the last customer out with a smile. He turned over the sign on the door and heaved a sigh of relief. Although he had eaten the Yangzhou fried rice and roujiamo, he was still a little tired.

The 90 roujiamos for the trial sale today were all sold out. Because the roujiamo took up some time, the Yangzhou fried rice was sold less than before. He sold only 50 roujiamos, and made 360 gold coins in net.

Tomorrow, he would get up early and knead more dough to make more roujiamos. The 1,000 roujiamos were the key to unlock the tofu pudding.

Now that he was the owner of a restaurant, he had decided to quit the fight between the two parties.

However, he was a little curious. Would there be a salty party and a sweet party in this world? If

people got along well with each other, it would be fine. If people drew swords as they did in his previous life, maybe they could set up a ring in front of the restaurant with a sign saying "Sweet and Salty Competition." People would fight on the ring every day.

With Ugly Duckling in her arms, Amy looked at Meg, interrupting his train of thought. "Father, you must be very tired. Let me massage your shoulders."

"Meow, meow ~" Ugly Duckling meowed as if in agreement with Amy's words.

Looking at the two adorable little ones, Meg reached out and patted Amy's head. He smiled and shook his head, saying, "It's alright, Daddy isn't tired. Amy, just sit here for a while. If you're tired, you can go upstairs to wash up and sleep."

"No, I'm going to sleep with my father today." Amy shook her head before patting Ugly Duckling's head. "Don't you think so, Ugly Duckling?"

"Meow." Ugly Duckling opened its mouth and yawned. Even though it was nodding, its reluctance was written all over its face.

"Alright, then I'll speed up." Meg nodded with a smile. He began to clear the plates, wipe the table, and then mop the floor. When he was done, half an hour had already passed.

Amy was already half-asleep on the counter, and Ugly Duckling had already fallen asleep her

arms.

"Put Ugly Duckling in the basket, and then we'll go upstairs to sleep." Meg untied his apron and hung it to the side. He dried his hands and stroked Amy's hair as he spoke in a gentle voice.

"Mm-hm." Amy nodded.

"Meow ~" Ugly Duckling seemed to have heard Meg's words, and it looked up at him with a hint of resentment in its eyes. It then grabbed onto Amy's skirt with its little pink paws and shook its head as if it didn't want to get out of her arms.

"Ugly Duckling, you can't. Father said you have to sleep downstairs." Amy shook her head and picked it up. As she got off the high stool, she said, "Besides, you're so ugly. What if you scare me when you wake up at night? I might kick you off the bed."

Meg couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed that Amy didn't need him to teach her how to be sharp- tongued.

"Meow, meow!" Ugly Duckling opened its mouth and tried to act cute to prove that it wasn't that ugly, but Amy still stuffed it into the little basket and wrapped it in a little blanket.

Amy stood up and waved her hand as she said, "Ugly Duckling, you have to sleep well. If you do well, I'll take you out to play tomorrow morning." She then held onto Meg's hand and prepared to go upstairs.

"Meow, meow, meow, meow ~" Ugly Duckling immediately squirmed out of the little blanket and put its hands on the edge of the little basket. It looked at Amy's back and cried out pitifully like an abandoned kitten.

"Father, Ugly Duckling seems to be very scared. Can we take upstairs? I'll try my best not to kick it off the bed. " Amy stopped in her tracks and looked back at the aggrieved Ugly Duckling, which was on the verge of tears, before looking up at Meg.

Meg looked at the pitiful Ugly Duckling, then at the expectant Amy. The two of them acting cute together was double blow, and there was no way he could resist. What could he do? He could only nod, and say, "Alright, then let's take it upstairs."

"Alright." A joyful smile appeared on Amy's face, but her smile faded as she turned around. She crouched down with a resigned expression and picked up Ugly Duckling from the basket. She sighed, and said, "I really don't know what to do with you, but you have to cover your face when you sleep tonight. Don't scare me."

"Meow, meow." Ugly Duckling cried out happily before finding a comfortable position in Amy's arms. It rubbed its little head against her and closed its eyes with satisfaction.

After going upstairs, Amy placed the sleeping Ugly Duckling on the edge of the little bed, and

carefully placed its little head on the pillow before following Meg to wash up.

Meg helped Amy take a bath, and then bought a cute bluish-purple nightgown from the system. He dried her hair before carrying her to the little bed.

As soon as Amy lay down, Ugly Duckling reached out its little paws to hug her arm, and its little head also pressed against her.

"You're so heavy." Amy didn't give it any face as she pushed it aside. She yawned, and looked at Meg as she whispered, "Good night, Father ..."

"Good night." Meg smiled as he stroked Amy's hair. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Ugly Duckling, which had been pushed aside, came over in a daze again. It still wanted to hug her

arm and sleep with its little face pressed against her.

"What a clingy little thing." Meg shook his head with a smile. He tucked the two little ones in, turned off the lights, and tiptoed out of the room to take a bath.