Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

"Borrow a knife?"

The soft voice made Rom wake up from his contemplation. He glanced at the small window in the corner, and before he knew it, it was already dark.

"Who wants to borrow the knife? A little girl? Strange?" Rom frowned, stood up slowly, picked up the jug beside him, unscrewed the lid, took a big sip, and then walked towards the door.

Although in the past two years I have gradually lost control of my emotions, but the older I get, the more I can't refuse children.

Rom opened the door, and saw a four or five-year-old half-elf girl standing at the door, a small person, carved in pink and jade, looking up at him.

"Little guy, what are you knocking on the door for?" Rom tried to keep his voice quiet, for fear of scaring this cute little guy.

"Grandpa, can you lend me a knife? My father and I came from far, far away. We have no place to live and no place to eat, so we can only cook by ourselves, but we forgot to bring a kitchen knife." , You can’t even cut a big stupid fish.” Amy looked at Rom with a pitiful face and said.

Rom looked in the direction Amy pointed, and there was a fire in the open space opposite the forge. A young human man was standing by the fire, looking at it with a smile on his face, and there was a big fire at his feet. bag.

"I don't have a kitchen knife here, little guy, you can borrow it from another place." Rom shook his head, but he didn't lie, he really couldn't find a kitchen knife in his forge.

"But, other people's houses are closed, grandpa, can you just lend us a knife? As long as you can cut that big stupid fish." Amy glanced at the dark street and shook her head road.

Mag, who was standing by the fire, was also looking at Rom. The dwarf old man still looked strong, with thick arms almost as thick as the waist of an ordinary person, which made him look a bit square, with gray hair and A covered face testifies to his age.

Judging from the general lifespan of dwarves of four hundred years, this Roma master is indeed very old.

However, when he was talking with Amy, he seemed quite kind, and he couldn't see the irritable appearance when he was yelling with the boy just now.

Rom looked left and right, and the shops on the street were indeed closed. The dwarves were fond of wine, and most of them went to the tavern to drink at night. It was indeed not a good idea to find another place where there were still people to borrow a knife. easy thing.

"Hi, I'm Mag, our father and daughter came all the way from Chaos City,

I want to ask Master Rom to forge me the best kitchen knife in the world. I feel very sorry for offending the master and implicating the two little brothers because of my reckless behavior. I would like to apologize to Master Rom and hope that the master can forgive me. Two little brothers. "Meg stepped forward, looked at Rom and said.

"Are you the guy who wanted me to make kitchen knives just now?" Rom frowned, with a hint of anger on his face, and raised his voice a little: "I am a weapon blacksmith, and the forged ones are used for fighting I have never forged kitchen knives. Please go back, I will not forge kitchen knives for chefs."

"Master Rom, as a chef, I think the battle between the chef and the ingredients is better than the battle between the knight and the monster, because any knight will not peel the skin of the monster in the battle. Armor, split the hardest bone, just to find the most delicious part, and present it to the diners." Mag looked at Rom and said firmly.

"Heh, the chef is just a chef. Do you want to deal with monsters like a knight?" Rom sneered, not agreeing with Mag's ridiculous point of view.

"This is a third-level Warcraft fat head fish. I want to use it to make a delicious fish head with chopped peppers. I have a hundred ways to kill it, but my kitchen knife can't split its head, so I take it from Chaos City brought it to Fort Eisenir, in order to find a kitchen knife that can split its head." Mag took out the bucket and pointed at the fat-headed fish inside.

Rom stared at the fat-headed fish in the bucket, which was madly pressing its head against the lid and making thumping noises, and sensed from the magic energy that it was indeed a third-level monster, and its large body that almost occupied half of its body The head should be the hardest part of its body.

It is indeed not an easy task to split the head of such a monster without a weapon at hand.

But... Rom looked at Mag, frowned and said: "Isn't fish just eating fish? I have never heard of anyone eating fish heads. Even if you split the head of this fish, would you still eat fish?" What's in the head is not working?"

"A well-cooked fish head is far more delicious than fish meat. Wouldn't it be a pity to discard a delicious delicacy?" Mag shook his head, looked at Rom and said, "Master Rom, why don't we make a bet, you borrow I will cut the head of this fatty fish with a knife, and then I will cook a dish with the fish head as an ingredient, and you will taste it later. If you think it is delicious, I will make a kitchen knife for you. If you think it is not delicious, I will I don't know what you want to leave Eisenberg immediately?"

"Grandpa, the dishes made by my father are really delicious." Amy looked at Rom and said, touched her stomach again, and said pitifully, "I'm so hungry~~~"

"Meow~"

The ugly duckling stared at the fat-headed fish in the bucket, swallowed, his eyes began to glow green.

The fat-headed fish seemed to feel a terrible threat, but it stopped all movements at once, turned around slowly and looked at the ugly duckling, then flashed to the other side of the bucket with a snap, and looked at the ugly duckling in horror.

"Bet?" Rom showed a trace of hesitation on his face, looked at the fat fish in the bucket, and looked at Amy who looked expectant, hesitated for a while, and nodded: "Okay, then I will be with you." You bet, but don't be too happy too early, I am quite picky about food."

Mag had a happy expression on his face. Since it mentioned food, no matter how picky your mouth is, I can make you shut it up and concentrate on eating.

Rom turned and went into the kitchen, picked up a half-finished long sword from the ground, walked out, and threw it at Mag.

Mag caught the long sword lightly, and the black long sword was quite light, but it seems that the sword has not been forged yet, and the patterns on the hilt of the sword have not yet been engraved.

However, even if it is just a semi-finished long sword, it can still be called a good sword.

"Good sword, thank you Master Rom, please wait a moment." Mag slightly cupped his hands, carrying the sword and barrel and walking towards the fire.

Putting down the bucket, Mag washed the long sword with snow, then opened the lid and grabbed the fat-headed fish. Looking at the struggling fat-headed fish in his hand, he chuckled and said, "Go ahead and jump."