Chapter 1491: No Way. You Will Lower The Average Looks Of Us, The Children
“Silly boy, children shouldn’t take alcohol. Take a sniff of this soup. It’s cooked with alcohol directly. It isn’t nice. Come, Master will take the burden off you.
“Fatty, stop eating. Look at your tummy. It’s going to catch up with that wok you’re carrying on your back soon. Master will drink that soup on your behalf. Master is thinking about your welfare, you know.
“Manman, you’re taking so long to blow on the soup to cool it down. You will be wasting 30 minutes of your life if you want to finish this soup. Master will help you finish the remainder then. After all, Master has enjoyed plenty in life, it’s ok for me to waste a little of my life.”
Harris walked among his disciples, and shamelessly extorted another few bowls of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’.
People who were already beginning to line up were all staring at Harris—who was blushing with steam emerging from his head, and his bald head already had a layer of dense short hair—with an odd expression.
Why was this master a little different from what they had imagined?
“Master, you seem to be drinking too much of it,” his youngest disciple, Fanner, reminded him softly.
“You know nothing, kid. This is the effect that I want,” Harris said nonchalantly as he reached out to touch the top of his head with a blissful smile. He finally could have a head of luscious hair again after so many years, and return as the culinary world’s most handsome chef.
“The competition took up a lot of our time. It’s time for us to swiftly get ready now,” Mag said as he strode to the kitchen after he returned to the restaurant and closed the door. He didn’t even have the time to share his joy.
“I will get the ingredients ready very soon.” Firis jogged to the kitchen. She took her apron from the peg, and tied it around her waist. She washed her hands, and threw herself into the work of preparing the ingredients.
“I can help mill the tofu pudding,” Anna said. She already learned how to operate the beans-crushing machine.
Everyone quickly got back to work. To the restaurant, starting their operation on time was a very important affair.
Mag turned around, and said, “Oh yes, Miya. Dig out that giant menu, and set it up at the restaurant’s entrance again.”
“Alright.” Miya found the one-man-tall standing menu that was folded up behind the counter. She went out, set it up at the door, and smilingly reminded, “This is the restaurant’s menu. First-time customers, you can have a look first so it will be easier for you to place your order later.”
Then, she returned to the restaurant.
A commotion had already broken out behind her.
“The items on this menu are so expensive! A dish can cost hundreds or thousands each!”
“‘Buddha jumps over the wall’—10,000 copper coins for a helping!!!”
“Erm… This line is really too long. I heard there is a very nice fish restaurant there. Should we go over there to try it out?”
“Sure. I don’t want to wait too long for a meal, either.”
Besides causing a commotion after setting up this menu at the door, it also had a great effect of making people back off.
At the same time, it also spared the customers the awkward situation in which they wanted to leave after lining up for hours, and then seeing the menu in the restaurant.
“This ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ actually costs 10,000 copper coins per helping. Grandmaster is really very generous.”
“Even 10,000 copper coins isn’t enough to measure the value of such a delicacy.”
“I only drank one sip. The rest was drunk by Master…”
“Woo… I didn’t even start to drink.”
Harris’ disciples all had a shocked expression when they saw the menu.
They had traveled extensively on the continent, met many famous chefs with their master, and been to their restaurants.
They had seen expensive menus before, but this was indeed the first time they’d encountered a soup that sold for 10,000 copper coins, and even consumed it.
“It’s such a worry-relieving miracle drug. Never mind that it costs 10,000 copper coins, it would have been worth it even if it had cost 100,000 or 1,000,0000 a bowl!” Harris lamented as he received a towel from Chapman to wipe his wet head. Although he had gained a master at such an advanced age, his hair had regrown, and he hadn’t felt so happy for a long time.
A long line formed outside of Mamy Restaurant at noon as usual. Some regulars who came later and saw the cutting-off board at the line could only sigh and leave.
“There are so many people today.” Amy stared at the crowd in shock as she skipped toward the restaurant while holding Krassu’s hand. After thinking for a minute, she suddenly stopped, and curiously asked the crowd, “I heard that there was a little fool who came to challenge Father today; did Father send him running?”
“What an adorable little girl. Is she the restaurant’s boss’ daughter?” Many people were staring at Amy with glowing eyes.
“Yes. That is our restaurant’s treasure, Little Boss. The Super Cute and Precious Miss Amy.” Harrison nodded.
“She looks so cute, and speaks so adorably too. I want to steal her away,” a weird mister said, his heart clenching.
“You could try, but let me remind you that the bearded old man over there is the Lord of Fire, Krassu, the master of Little Boss. And take a look over there at that magic potion shop too. It’s opened by the Lord of Ice, Urien, who is also Little Boss’s master,” Harrison said smilingly.
“Ahem… I am just joking. Joking, joking.”
Everyone was amused by Amy, but their gazes landed on Harris. The little fool she said was most likely Harris.
“Aiyaya. What an adorable little elf. It had to be a royal who could give birth to such a beautiful little elf, right?” Harris wasn’t embarrassed to be called a little fool by this little cutie. He smilingly said to Amy, “Little girl, I can see that you have great potential, and are a rare talent meant to be a chef. I have—”
“Scram. This is my disciple.” Krassu lifted his leg to kick Harris’ butt, and annoyedly said, “Harris, you have become daring. How dare you poach my disciple?”
“Aiyoh!” Harris jumped, and ecstatically said to Krassu, “Old Master Krassu! What are you doing here?!”
“My disciple is here, so naturally I’m here,” Krassu replied, pursing his lips.
“This beautiful little elf is your disciple?” Harris was a little astonished. After pondering, he continued, “I’m her father’s disciple now, while you’re his daughter’s master. So, what should I call you?”
Krassu thought about it seriously before saying, “Scram.”
“Oh, so you’re that little fool who came to challenge Father.” Amy looked at Harris with realization.
“Little girl, we’re of the same generation now. You may call me Little Harris,” Harris said with a smile.
“No way. You will lower the average looks of us, the children.” Amy shook her head seriously. After pondering, she continued, “Perhaps you should be called ‘Old Harris who has just regrown his hair’.”