Chapter 867 But Her Chest is So Small
“Of course.” Mag nodded in response. He had been truly stunned after seeing Firis’ talent. She was the first person he’d seen with cutting skills that weren’t inferior to his, and the fact was that she’d honed these skills without a test field for the God of Cookery like he had, so she was a far more talented chef than he was.
After all, even with the experience the system had passed onto him, it had still taken him many dozens of days of wholehearted practice in the test field for the God of Cookery to attain these cutting skills.
Of course, Mag was more curious about Firis’ cooking skills. She had said that she was one of the five best chefs of the Wind Forests, but did elves even cook?
Didn’t their diet consist entirely of fruits and nuts? In any case, Mag was feeling slightly skeptical.
Now that more and more customers were coming to the restaurant, and expansion was imminent, Mag would most likely struggle to keep up on his own. If he could have an assistant chef that could share some of the burden, even if it were just to prepare the ingredients, he’d most definitely be able to work a lot more efficiently.
Anna possessed decent aptitude, and she could be a great helper in the future, but she was only a small child at the moment, so Mag certainly wasn’t going to ask her to help him in the kitchen during the services.
After going out this morning, Mag was already on a slightly tight schedule, so he paid no further heed to Firis, throwing on an apron before pulling out ingredients from the fridge to prepare for the lunch service.
Firis stood at the entrance of the kitchen, watching as Mag used the rather strange-looking chef’s knife in an expert manner. A rhythmic tapping soon rang out from the chopping board, and all of the ingredients were cut into extremely uniform shapes and sizes, just as if Mag were a machine rather than a human.
That’s amazing! He’s not using any magic at all, yet even though he’s a little slower than me, all of his cuts are so incredibly accurate; it’s almost impossible to believe someone could be capable of such incredible precision. Firis’ mouth gradually grew open. She had always been extremely confident in her own painstakingly honed cooking skills, but she was still very amazed by Mag’s exemplary cutting skills.
Time flew by quickly, and Firis looked on in a completely entranced manner, not just because of Mag’s cutting skills, but also the innovative ways in which he cut his ingredients. Many of the ingredients were cut into shapes and sizes that others would never even consider. For example, why was he cutting potatoes into rice grain-sized pieces? Firis was quite curious and intrigued.
After placing the final portion of diced potatoes on a plate off to the side, he set his chef’s knife aside and flexed his slightly sore wrist. Even though he was doing this every day, it still wasn’t an easy task.
Right at this moment, Amy’s mellow voice suddenly sounded outside. “Father, I’m back!”
This was followed by a burst of knocking on the door.
“Coming!” A smile appeared on Mag’s face as he wiped his hands clean before quickly making his way over to the door.
Ugly Duckling was sleeping on the counter, and it also suddenly opened its eyes before slowly sliding down onto the ground along the side of the counter, and then rushing over to the door behind Mag.
Is that his daughter, the little half-elf girl? Firis also cast her gaze toward the door with a nervous look on her face. She had never interacted with a small child before, but she had to grow accustomed to and become good at it. Only then could she have the courage and confidence to stand before Alex and request to look after the young mistress again.
According to Crease, the restaurant owner’s daughter was around four to five years old, so she was similar in age to the young mistress. If she could look after the owner’s daughter well, then she’d also be able to succeed in looking after the young mistress.
With that in mind, Firis forced a smile onto her face to try and make herself appear more benevolent and approachable.
As soon as the door was opened, a little girl immediately rushed in. She wore a little purple dress and had delicate porcelain-like skin. Her pointy little ears were almost completely transparent, and her large blue eyes were like vast ocean. Her silver hair had been arranged into a pair of pretty little braids, and she wore a wide smile on her face as she dove into Mag’s arms.
Blue eyes, silver hair, and she looks so much like the princess; even the way that she smiles looks so much like the princess! How… How is this possible? Firis looked on at Amy with incredulity in her eyes as the latter was scooped up into Mag’s arms.
“Huh?” Amy also caught sight of Firis at this moment, and a curious look appeared on her face as she asked, “Father, who’s this big sister?”
“This is Big Sister Firis. From today onward, she’s also going to be working at our restaurant,” Mag explained with a smile.
“Hello, Big Sister Firis, I’m Amy,” Amy said with a vibrant smile on her face.
“H… Hello, Amy.” Firis was suddenly afflicted by a slightly dry throat. She was telling herself over and over again that there was no way Amy could be the young mistress, but still couldn’t help but draw comparisons between her and the princess.
If there were one person who knew Irina best, then it was her, not Alex. She had envisioned what the young mistress would look like many times in her heart based on Irina’s appearance, and Amy was almost a perfect match for her mental image.
It was just that… there was no way Alex could be the owner of this restaurant. Mag’s cutting skills had already displayed to her that he was an extremely seasoned chef as there was no way those cutting skills could be developed without many years of practice.
Furthermore, the princess had told her in the past that Alex was completely useless when it came to cooking, so she had to cook for them all the time, and Alex was apparently a big fan of her food.
Thinking back to the princess’s cooking skills… Firis could roughly imagine just how horrendous Alex’s cooking skills had to be.
“Big Sister Firis is so beautiful,” Amy exclaimed before shifting her gaze downward, upon which she shook her head, and sighed. “But her chest is so small; it looks about the same as mine.”
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After receiving this figurative stab to the heart, Firis’s conflicted emotions were suddenly cleared away. A hint of indignation and resignation appeared in her eyes as she suddenly noticed that Amy spoke in an extremely similar manner to the princess as well. However, she simply couldn’t bring herself to be angry at the sight of Amy’s adorable little face.
“It’s alright,” Amy consoled. “Even though you won’t be growing anymore, Big Sister Miya says I can still grow bigger.”
“…” Firis felt as if she were choking on a mouthful of her own blood.
Even though she was used to receiving such verbal abuse from Princess Irina, the fact that these words were being spoken by such an adorable little girl somehow made them hurt even more.
“It’s alright, Big Sister Babla says that women have to live for themselves and not care about what other people think,” Amy consoled before murmuring in a low voice, “But then again, she’s also very small as well.”