Chapter 679 - Here"s Your Medium-Rare Black Pepper Steak

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As expected, this little foodie is always able to convince others with her strange logic. Mag shook his head with a smile. He turned to look at the clock on the wall, and said, “Alright, that’s enough practice for today. Go and play with Amy, Anna. I’ll call the two of you when dinner’s ready.

“Amy, from today onward, Anna is going to live at our place for a few days. Take her upstairs and show her around,” Mag said to Amy.

“Really? That’s fantastic!” Amy’s eyes immediately lit up. She picked up Anna’s hand as soon as the latter put down her knife, and led her outside with an elated expression as she said, “Big Sister Anna, I’ll take you to my playground, then I’ll take you to sleep on my little bed.”

Mag looked at the two little girls with a warm smile on his face. It was undoubtedly good news for him that the girls got along so well.

After dinner, Anna and Amy went to play in the square while the restaurant prepared for the busy dinner service.

“Boss Mag, how could you take an unannounced break like this? I’ve been starving for an entire afternoon, so I’ll have to order an extra bowl of Yangzhou fried rice to console myself.”

“I know, right? I hurried over here during my lunch break today, but your restaurant was closed! You have to compensate me for my lost time, Boss Mag.”

“I’m suddenly really glad that I was too busy to come here for lunch today. I’ll get two steaks, one medium and one medium-well, and I’ll get the medium one first.”

As soon as the customers began to enter the restaurant, they all expressed their displeasure at the unannounced break the restaurant had taken earlier during the day.

Mag merely smiled in response to these complaints. He had to condition himself to get used to complaints like this as he was going to have to take a much longer break to facilitate his trip to Rodu.

The customers came and left, and the long line outside gradually shortened, yet business was still booming for the restaurant.

A slightly antiquated horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of the restaurant, and Ian slowly disembarked. He looked at the extremely popular restaurant, and a smile appeared on his face as he said, “I love these super popular restaurants with so many customers. If a restaurant doesn’t even have any customers, then there’s no point in trying out its food.”

“Master, it looks like we’ll have to line up. Should I talk to the restaurant owner to reserve the entire restaurant for the night?” a middle-aged butler asked.

“I’m not the king, so why would I reserve an entire restaurant just to have a meal? You have to fix this habit of yours, Brooker.” Ian chuckled as he made his way toward the restaurant and joined the end of the line.

“Yes.” Brooker nodded and hurried over to his master’s side.

The restaurant doors opened as a customer emerged from within, and the decadent aroma wafting toward Ian made his eyes light up immediately.

Compared to the lively line outside the restaurant, the interior of the restaurant was remarkably tranquil and peaceful.

All of the customers seated inside were completely immersed in their meals, and would only utter an occasional word of praise when they simply couldn’t help themselves.

The customers lined up in the restaurant were also waiting quietly for new seats to open up. Even if they were speaking, they made sure to do so in hushed tones in order not to disturb the dining customers.

The restaurant’s decor was very intricate, there was just enough space between the tables, and the overall dining environment was very pleasant.

Ian cast his gaze around the restaurant before nodding with approval. Regardless of what the food here was like, the restaurant had satisfied all of the other criteria required to provide a splendid culinary experience.

Furthermore, the fact that elves and orcs were willing to sit and dine at the same table indicated that this restaurant’s food seemed to possess some kind of magical property that prompted one to set their prejudices aside.

Ian waited for a while before the customers at several tables finished their meals almost at the same time, and Yabemiya made her way over to him and Brooker as she said, “Come on in. There are two seats that have just opened up over there.”

“Have a seat, Brooker,” Ian said to Brooker, who was standing beside the table with his hands clasped behind his back.

“I’m happy to stand here and serve as you eat, Master,” Brooker said as he bowed his head slightly.

“I’m not so old and useless yet that I need someone to feed me.” Ian chuckled.

Brooker hesitated momentarily before sitting down across from Ian. However, he made sure that only one of his buttcheeks came into contact with the seat so he could stand up and serve Ian at a moment’s notice.

“Here is our restaurant’s menu. You can have a look and see what you’d like to eat.” Yabemiya handed a menu over to Ian. At the same time, she had noticed that this old man was rather interesting and seemed to be quite an esteemed figure.

“Alright, let me have a look.” Ian opened the menu, and his eyes lit up at the sight of the beautiful images of the dishes laid out before him.

This menu was completely different from the menus of other restaurants, which presented the names of the dishes along with a textual description. The accompanying images on this menu were extremely life-like and alluring, striking one with the urge to taste all of them.

The names, images, and prices of the dishes had been made very apparent, and the menu was very easy to navigate.

For a restaurant of this scale to charge such high prices yet still be so popular indicates that the food here must indeed be very good. Ian nodded to himself as he scanned through the prices on the menu.

“I’ll get a black pepper steak and a savory tofu pudding.” Ian closed the meu before handing it to Brooker as he said, “Brooker, you pick something for yourself as well.”

Brooker flipped open the menu, and was rather stunned by the prices being charged. After a brief hesitation, he said, “I’ll… get a Yangzhou fried rice and a sweet tofu pudding.”

“Certainly. Sir, may I ask how you would like your steak cooked?” Yabemiya asked Ian with a smile.

“What do you suggest for an old man like me?” Ian asked with a smile.

“You look very healthy for your age, so I’m sure you’ll be able to handle anything. The medium steak will be more tender, while the medium-rare steak will be slightly tougher, and the medium-rare beef will have a stronger flavor. You can pick any of those based on your own tastes,” Yabemiya introduced with a smile.

“Then I’ll get a medium-rare steak. I like my food with a harder texture,” Ian decided with a nod.

“Alright, please wait for a moment.” Yabemiya nodded as she made her way into the kitchen.

What kind of nonsensical policies has Jeffree implemented? This half-dragon waitress’s serving attitude and quality are far superior to that of the average waiter. These discriminatory policies should’ve been abolished long ago, Ian thought to himself as he looked on at Yabemiya’s departing figure.

“Surely there’s no better wine than the wine brewed at our winery, though,” Ian murmured to himself with his brows furrowed in contemplation.

“Here’s your medium-rare black pepper steak.”

A short while later, a steak was placed in front of him.