Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Dracula surveyed the soft white substance in front of him with narrowed eyes. There was a layer of orange syrup over the top, as well as some diced pickled vegetables and dried shrimp.

An alluring aroma wafted into his nose. He couldn’t identify what that aroma was; it was different from both blood and grass, but it was extremely alluring, and he couldn’t help but gulp.

Is this something’s brains[1]? What’s this tofu? A type of magic beast? Why have I never heard of it? It smells quite good, though; should I try it?

Many questions flashed through Dracula’s mind, and he fell into deep thought as he looked at the savory tofu pudding in front of him.

“Here’s your sweet tofu pudding... Here’s your savory tofu pudding...”

Yabemiya continued to bring out bowls of tofu pudding before placing them in front of everyone. They didn’t enquire about which flavor their guests would like in advance, and simply made the decision in their stead.

I wonder if they’ll like the fact that we chose the flavor for them. The conference is already very heated; I wonder if a battle will break out if they start arguing about whether the sweet or savory tofu pudding is better. Sally was a little perplexed as she turned to look at Mag. She was unable to comprehend why he sent out the sweet and savory tofu pudding together. Furthermore, he hadn’t split up the two flavors between the two parties, either. Instead, each party was able to taste both different flavors.

Michael looked at the savory tofu pudding in front of him, then at the different tofu pudding placed in front of everyone else, and he also wore a befuddled look on his face. He had heard from Robert about the sweet and savory factions of Mamy Restaurant. Was Mag trying to instigate an internal conflict between sweet and savory flavors among the dragon and demon representatives? Wouldn’t that make the situation even more volatile and unpredictable?

“I love brains. Smashing open a creature’s skull, then licking their blood and brains is an incomparable joy in life.” Gustav looked at the sweet tofu pudding in front of him with excitement shimmering in his eyes. He rubbed his hands together eagerly, and said, “This restaurant owner sure knows how to enjoy life; I’ve never had sweet brains before. And what is this tofu magic beast? Why have I never heard of it?”

“Humans are actually the cruelest race on the Norland Continent. I haven’t heard of anything that they don’t eat. They devour everything from bugs to us dragons; they eat anything that can move. I refuse to eat something as disgusting as brains.” Jinx crossed his arms with a disdainful expression.

“I heard humans are the best cooks on the entire Norland Continent. I’m actually quite curious to see what this savory tofu pudding tastes like.” Havid was looking at his tofu pudding with curiosity on his face.

“Hmm? Tauros, why is your tofu pudding different from mine?” Dracula looked at the sweet tofu pudding in front of Tauros, then at the sweet tofu pudding in front of Gustav, only to find that both of them had different tofu puddings compared to his.

“Slurp!” Gustav had already placed a spoonful of sweet tofu pudding into his mouth.

Everyone immediately turned their attention toward him.

“There’s no way that food cooked by a human can taste good at all. Even if I were to starve to death here today, I definitely wouldn’t eat a single mouthful of this.” Dracula also crossed his arms with a determined expression.

“How could something this delicious possibly exist?!” Gustav swallowed the mouthful of tofu pudding, and his eyes immediately lit up. He stared at the tofu pudding in front of him with incredulity, and praised, “The texture is so smooth and soft, while the flavor is sweet yet not overpowering. Even though I can’t taste any blood from this, the delicious flavor is irresistible! These are supreme quality brains! I’ve never had such delicious brains in the past! No magic beast has such smooth and fine brains!” As soon as his voice fell, he began to shovel spoonfuls of tofu pudding into his mouth again.

Is he serious? It’s just a small bowl of brains, and it’s been cooked by a human. How could it possibly be that delicious? Dracula was a little skeptical as he looked at Gustav. He then looked down at his own bowl of tofu pudding, and had to admit that it did look very appealing. Furthermore, the aroma was very special; it didn’t smell anything like blood, but it still struck him with the urge to try it.

No! I must resist this temptation! Dracula pinched his leg. He had just vowed to never eat this dish, so he couldn’t go back on his word.

Is it really that delicious?

Everyone else also wore confused expressions.

Tauros and Havid didn’t hesitate any longer. The two of them immediately tried a spoonful of tofu pudding.

“Oh!”

Their eyes lit up in unison.

“What an incredible flavor! These definitely aren’t some ordinary brains. They’re indescribably delicious!” Havid let loose a cry of surprise before quickly digging into his tofu pudding

“Delicious! Absolutely delicious! I’ve never had such delicious food before!” Tauros was also extremely animated, and he completely discarded his spoon to slurp on the tofu pudding with his mouth.

“This is so delicious!” The two officials from the city lord’s castle that were responsible for recording the contents of the conference were also digging in, and both of them wore blissful expressions on their faces.

Who would have thought that even this tofu pudding could be so delicious? It’s completely different from the spicy grilled fish, and it doesn’t seem to consist of actual brains. Instead, it feels like it’s made from some type of soybean product. I wonder what kind of cooking method was used to make soybean so pristine white and smooth. The savory juices in conjunction with the chopped pickled vegetables and dried shrimp produce an amazing flavor. Michael also tasted a spoonful of tofu pudding, and was immediately entranced by its flavor. One spoonful of tofu pudding was eaten after another, and he simply couldn’t stop

“No one can resist Father’s cooking, not even demons and giant dragons.” A smile appeared on Amy’s face at the sight of the customers that were devouring tofu pudding, just as if she had already predicted this in advance.

Aside from the slurping noises from consumption of the tofu pudding, the only other sounds were words of praise. The delectable aroma of the pudding wafted throughout the entire restaurant, coercing those who had yet to try the dish into giving it a taste.

“This conference is extremely important, so I can’t lose in any aspect! If they’re eating this, then I must eat this too! Even though it’s food cooked by a human, it can’t be helped. I must sacrifice myself for the greater good.” Dracula wore an expression that suggested he was walking to his execution as he placed a spoonful of tofu pudding into his mouth. However, his eyes immediately lit up, and he couldn’t help but praise, “So delicious!”

[1] Dracula is being misled into thinking this as the literal translation of tofu pudding from Chinese is actually tofu brains.