A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

moved them from the oil before placing them on plates.

He then poked a hole into the center of each piece of stinky tofu with a chopstick, and used a small spoon to scoop some chili oil, soy sauce, and sesame seed oil into those indentations.
After that, he sprinkled some minced garlic and coriander over the dish before pouring a ladle of secret sauce over each plate of stinky tofu, and the dish was complete.

“Why can’t I smell anything? It doesn’t smell good, and it’s not stinky, either,” Amy said with a curious look on her face as she outside the entrance of the kitchen.

“I can’t smell anything, either.” Yabemiya also wore a perplexed look on her face.
Mag had made it sound like this dish was extremely putrid, and she’d also changed her mind about tasting it as a result.
However, it appeared to almost be complete now, but she still couldn’t smell anything.
That was really strange.

“I set up a magic formation in the kitchen, as well as the entire restaurant, that can isolate aromas.
That way, the aromas of the dishes in the restaurant won’t intermingle with one another, and customers will be able to enjoy their dishes without being affected by the aroma in the air,” Mag explained as he loaded two portions of stinky tofu onto two platters, and then placed a dome-shaped metal cover over each plate.
He then emerged from the kitchen with a smile, and said, “Take a seat.”

Amy and Yabemiya immediately sat down at the table closest to the entrance to the kitchen, and then stared at the platters in Mag’s hands with expectant looks in their eyes.

Sally and Babla also made their way over to the table.
According to what Mag was saying, the aroma of the dishes should be restricted to the scope of the table, so they didn’t have to worry about smelling the dish.

“Even if your first impression of the dish is that it’s unbearably stinky, you have to repress the urge to give up on it.
After a while, your impression of it might change,” Mag said as he placed the platters down onto the table, and then removed their lids.

A rich stinky aroma immediately wafted through the air, and Yabemiya almost reflexively jumped up from her seat.
Her dragon tail immediately appeared, flinging her chair over in the process.

This abhorrent odor had dealt her a very heavy blow.
She had worked in damp and dark kitchens for many years, and during that time, she’d been forced by her employers to take care of countless rotten ingredients and dishes, and even been assigned the duty of unclogging underground sewage pipes.
However, none of those horrific odors could compare with what she was smelling right now.

If it weren’t for Mag’s earlier warning, she would’ve already rushed out the door to desperately gulp down some fresh air.

Is it that bad?

Sally and Babla were both given a fright by Yabemiya’s reaction, and at the same time, they were quite glad that they’d chosen not to sample the dish.
This reaction was far more violent than when Yabemiya was eating roujiamos, and she’d taken on her half-dragon form uncontrollably in the blink of an eye.
Just how putrid did this dish have to be to draw such a reaction from her?

In contrast, Amy was staring at the dish before her with an entranced look on her face as if she couldn’t smell its abhorrent odor at all.
Instead, she picked up her chopsticks as if she were about to dig in to an extremely delicious dish.

Everyone then cast their eyes toward the pieces of black tofu, which had been placed on long rectangular plates.
Their centers were filled with condiments, and their surface was covered in rich brown sauce, as well as pieces of coriander, thereby creating a rather alluring sight to behold.

Is something that stinky really edible? The same question flashed through Sally’s and Babla’s mind at the same time.

Amy carefully picked up a piece of stinky tofu with her chopsticks, making sure that not even a single shred of coriander fell from it, before taking a bite.

After biting through the crispy exterior, the spicy and supple sauces created a delicious explosion of flavor in her mouth.
Amy’s eyes immediately narrowed in a blissful smile, and after swallowing her first mouthful of tofu, she stuck out her little tongue to lick the sauce around her lips, and then ate the remaining portion of that piece of stinky tofu in a single bite.

[1] Once again, another play on words where the Chinese characters for tofu pudding literally translates to tofu brains, hence the reference for removing the brains.

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