Mag froze for a while, and then suddenly remembered. "This… this is the same as the 'Ant Check
3,000 copper coins can buy enough ingredients for 10 plates of Yangzhou fried rice. If I could sell some in the following few days, I would be okay; otherwise, maybe the system will launch its usury project.
"System, isn't my credit limit too low? I used to use Centurion Card, which has no limit at all. You only allow me 3,000. Are you questioning my credit capability?" Mag was a little offended.
"This limit is a meticulously calculated figure based on your current situation. Please make money fast, and as the money spent on ingredients increases, so will the credit limit," answered the system.
Mag gave it the second thought and found what the system had just said was true. He only had this land; all the other things were provided by the system. He was lucky to have even 3,000. He had been used to an extravagant life, but being economical was also fun in its own way. As long as the restaurant started operating, his fried rice would surely gradually become popular, and he wouldn't have to worry about money then.
"Give me the ingredients for one plate of fried rice first," Mag said in his mind and took them out from the fridge. He had known that these ingredients were good, but couldn't exactly tell why. After learning of their origins from the system, he felt the rice in his hands was filled with the essence from the Spring of Life.
"Since it was irrigated by the water from the Spring of Life, will it extend life?" Mag asked suddenly, full of curiosity.
"System is just using a small underground branch of the Spring of Life, and it will be diluted before irrigation. It could strengthen your body in some way if you eat it every day, but won't extend your life," answered the system.
"Good enough for me." Mag nodded. His body was his weakest spot right now, so he would take every opportunity to toughen it up. While removing the remaining rice from the cooker, he asked casually, "Do you sell the water from the Spring of Life?"
"Not now," answered the system.
That means it might sell it in the future. Mag raised an eyebrow. He had almost figured out the system's way of speaking. It's advantageous to me. When I have money, I'll drink it every day like herbal tea, and I'll be strong like an ox by then.
The ingredients in this world were very different from the ones on the Earth. Although they might look the same outwardly, because of the special environment they were grown in, their quality got improved a lot. They could help strengthen the body or stimulate potential.
Of course, Mag had to figure these things out slowly by himself. He was already looking forward to seeing the result when the recipes on the Earth met the ingredients here. The mouthful of fried rice he just ate was swallowed down so fast that he didn't taste anything special. He decided to taste it carefully later.
Processing the ingredients skillfully, Mag started thinking about the new mission. The cost of a plate of fried rice was 296 copper coins, and given the preciousness of these ingredients, Mag thought 3,000 copper coins each plate was already cheap.
However, nobody would pay for such expensive fried rice, and he dared not advertise the origins of these ingredients. If elves found out that their holy spring was being used to water fields, he would be shot a hundred times by even the most mild-tempered elf. Besides, others were no species to be trifled with, either. The origins of the ingredients were best kept a secret.
Mag hesitated for a moment, and then decided. 600 copper coins for a plate, then. I could make 304 coppers from one plate, and 3,040 gold coins from 1,000 plates.
Having made up his mind, Mag had no longer tied himself in knots over this thing. Anyway, this was only his first dish, and when he mastered the meat dish, raising the price would be no problem. If he set the price too high now, it would cause problems.
Besides, the system had just said the second dish that would be unlocked after completing this mission was la zhi roujiamo. Since that terrible pancake was selling so well, the la zhi roujiamo would definitely be a good seller too. It would prove to be a good advertisement for the restaurant's reputation.
Moreover, Amy had been so much into the pancake before, so she would be very happy to eat the la zhi roujiamo, which was 100 times better than the pancake.
"Just 1,000 plates of Yangzhou fried rice. I'll be damned if I can't sell them." Mag built up his confidence again, and while he was thinking about applying some marketing strategy and whatnot, the system's voice sounded suddenly.
"Please determine the price for the dish and the name of the restaurant. System will make the menu and change the name of the signboard."
"Yangzhou fried rice, 600 copper coins each," answered Mag immediately. "As for the name…" He thought for a while, and then turned his head to look at Amy, who was still leaning on the table, watching the refracted light from the glass. "I'll name it Mamy Restaurant—mine and Amy's restaurant."
"Yangzhou fried rice—600 copper coins each, and the name is Mamy Restaurant. Confirmed."
"Modification in progress…
"Modification complete."
The system's voice sounded consecutively. Mag noticed that an exquisite menu with a black leather cover was added to each table and a signboard was added outside the door—its lower end could be seen from the kitchen.
"This system is pretty convenient, after all." Mag shrugged. It was just a shabby log cabin yesterday, and after one night, it had become a mid-range restaurant. Otherwise, preparing the decorations alone would have cost him several months.
Mag efficiently cooked a plate of Yangzhou fried rice, filled a small bowl for Amy, and then walked out of the kitchen with a plate and the bowl.
Looking at Amy, who was still leaning on the table with her eyes fastened on the glass, Mag put down the plate and the bowl and stooped down to the glass. They looked at each other through the glass full of water, and then he said in a lowered voice, "My princess, your rainbow fried rice is ready. Please enjoy."
"I have heard you. Coming right now." Amy looked up at Mag's smiling face and giggled happily. She felt today's Father was so gentle and interesting, unlike before when he wouldn't speak all day long.
"Eat." Mag put a little spoon in her hand.
"Okay." Amy nodded. She took a look at the colorful fried rice before her, held the bowl with one hand, and started eating with her spoon.
Mag also brought a spoonful of rice to his mouth. The tender but firm rice coated with tender eggs was mixed with every ingredient, and together they formed a wonderful taste that tickled his taste buds ceaselessly. He didn't know if it was because he had known the origins of these ingredients, but after meticulous tasting, he found that the taste of every ingredient was so clear, yet at the same time, they were perfectly mixed together. When he had swallowed it, it seemed the pleasant smell of the Spring of Life remained in his mouth.
After finishing it all, Mag put down the spoon, a little surprised, and murmured, "My body feels kind of warm after this, but it's comfortable somehow, as if the cells are growing. My weariness is all gone. Maybe this is the benefit of the ingredients of this Yangzhou fried rice?"
After a plate of Yangzhou fried rice, Mag sat there, trying to feel the difference. As he had expected, the fried rice made from these precious ingredients had more than just a splendid taste.
The most direct effect was soothing weariness. The fatigue from making the two plates of Yangzhou fried rice in the morning had vanished after that plate. He felt warm all over and more vigorous than when he drank Red Bull.
It must be the rice. I'll be eating that rice three meals every day, so my strength will steadily increase, thought Mag. Among these ingredients, nothing was more precious than the rice watered by the Spring of Life.
"Amy, how do you feel after eating that rainbow fried rice?" Mag asked as he looked at Amy. Half elf blood is running in her veins, but the rice shouldn't cause any problems, I think.
"I feel the fried rice is very delicious!" Amy put her bowl on the table and stuck out her tongue to lick the rice on the corner of her mouth while she looked at Mag and nodded earnestly.
Mag got surprised, and then smiled—there was nothing wrong with her answer. He asked again, "Besides the good taste and good looks, do you feel unwell somewhere?"
"My body?" Amy thought for a while and shook her head, but then nodded.
"Where?" Immediately, Mag stood up from his chair and slightly leaned forward to look at Amy, his face a little worried.
"I… I just feel like a fire is burning in my body. It has happened before, but not as hot as now. I don't feel very well. Father, what happened to Amy?" Amy looked at Mag, a little confused. Her face already turned a little red, but she still looked rather calm.
Yet, Mag was a little terrified. He had thought that the rice watered by the Spring of Life should do a lot of good to Amy because she was a half-elf, but it didn't seem like that was the case; instead, something bad seemed to have stirred inside her.
Looking at Amy's red face, Mag couldn't come up with anything. It was nothing like a child's normal fever or cold, and he didn't find any solution in his predecessor's memory. He watched her face turning redder and redder, and all of a sudden, he remembered something, and then he picked up Amy's hand and said, "Come with me now, Amy. We're going to the Gray Temple…"
But Amy retracted her hand and shook her head. "Father, I seem to have figured out what I should do." She lifted her right hand before her, palm facing upwards as if holding something.
Mag looked at Amy, a little confused. "Amy, what are you—"
Suddenly, a bluish violet fire rose from her palm and immediately went up for a half meter. Its terrifying temperature even warped the air a little.
Unconsciously, Mag practically fell back two steps, and even the chair was plowed down by him. He looked at the bluish violet fire in Amy's palm, which was slowly leaping, and watched its flame diminish to a small bluish violet fireball.
"Amy, are you hurt?" asked Mag immediately. The fireball was even smaller than Amy's hand, but its heat was a little terrifying. He could sense danger in it, and was worried about Amy, but he couldn't get close, so he grew more anxious.
Amy shook her head. The redness on her face had decreased a lot. She looked at the fireball in her hand as if it were some interesting toy, and then she said excitedly, "Father, I'm okay. Look at this fireball! It's so lovely. Is this magic?"
Mag breathed a sigh of relief. Amy's face was starting to return to normal. It looked like this fireball had balanced out the heat and discomfort inside her body. However, watching the bluish violet fireball, Mag narrowed his eyes slightly—he was not certain whether or not it was magic. Shouldn't the flame of the normal fireball magic be fiery red?
Amy saw Mag narrowing his eyes and got a little terrified. She shook her hand, and the fireball was extinguished immediately. Then she drew back her hand, lowered her head as if she had done something wrong, and said, "Please don't get mad, Father. Amy's wrong. I'll never mention that I want to learn magic ever again." Then she peeked at Mag, her little face never more aggrieved.
"What?" Mag froze for an instant by Amy's sudden behavior, but he soon found out why in his predecessor's memory—in order to hide who they were and to protect Amy, his predecessor had kept a low profile since they came to the Chaos City.
When going out, Amy had to put on a hat that could cover her ears in order not to let anyone find out that she was half-elf. So, while she had shown a great interest in magic since little, she had been asked to strictly keep away from anything relating to magic, let alone learn it.
Looking at Amy who was aggrieved, with her head bowed, Mag couldn't help but feel his heart ache. His predecessor had wanted to keep their heads down and let Amy live a normal life. He could understand that he was trying to protect her.
But that didn't mean he approved of his method. Suppressing Amy's nature was something he'd never do; besides, in his eyes, while lying low was not wrong, it was a lie to console oneself if one accepted mediocrity willingly.
In his previous life, he had read about this: being mediocre was not terrifying; the terrifying thing was, after a mediocre life, one still told oneself that the plain life was the single true life.
Mag Alex's life was far from a mediocre one, but he had wanted to make Amy live a mediocre life, which was something Mag could not accept.
The offspring of the once strongest knight of humans and the princess of elves—could she be a genius?
After all, the fireball magic just now was mastered by Amy herself. Based on his predecessor's memory, he wouldn't have met this kind of fireball head on even in his prime.
Amy was fiddling nervously with her index finger, her head bowed. Watching this, Mag's heart softened immediately. Such a lovely girl! Of course she can do anything she wants to. It's my responsibility to handle everything else.
"Amy, raise your head and look at me," said Mag, smiling.
Amy hesitated for a moment, and then looked up at Mag. "Father, Amy will not learn—" Although today's Father was very kind and gentle, she still remembered his angry face when she'd said she wanted to learn magic last time. She didn't want to make her father angry or unhappy.
"No, Amy," Mag interrupted, smiling. Looking into her eyes, he said earnestly, "From today, I will not forbid you to learn magic. When the restaurant starts operating and we make some money, I will send you to the Gray Temple to learn magic."
Amy froze for an instant. "Really?" Then she looked at Mag, surprised and a little dubious.
"Of course." Mag nodded. "But it may take some time because the restaurant has just opened today—"
"Father, you are the best! Amy loves you!" Before Mag could finish his words, Amy had already slipped off her chair, jumped into his arms, held his face, and kissed it. Then she looked up at Mag, and with a serious look, she said, "Amy will become a very powerful magic caster and protect Father. It's my wish."
Mag looked at Amy in the eye and nodded earnestly. "Okay. I'm sure Amy can do it." Then, smiling, he said, "Well then, let's open the restaurant first. Mamy Restaurant, our restaurant."
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