 Whispering Jianghu

In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools…

But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day.

Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango…

"There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death."

"Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

Henyee Translations

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

Someone is stealing an electric bike? No, there are no electric bikes in this world. But the alarm…

My bike! Mag became worried and quickened his pace. He hated bike thieves—he had lost several pro race bikes to them, and some of them were limited-edition models.

When he reached the gate, he was surprised to find his bike being surrounded by many people who were craning their necks to get a better look. Some were parents, some were teachers, and others were probably just passers-by.

The alarm was still ringing, with the screeching of the cat.

Mag raised an eyebrow. What's going on?!

"I'm sorry, I…" the old man said apologetically to Mag.

It's just a bike. No need for all this fuss. Mag didn't understand.

"Mr. Hydle, the owner is here!" the orc shouted to the crowd.

"Please disperse. There's nothing to see here," Hydle said. Then the crowd parted and looked at Mag.

Sorry, But I Have A Cooking Job To Do