 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

Their leader's face darkened as the troll approached them. His hand went to the hilt of his sword. "Stop where you are! Or we'll look at this as a hostile action!" he bellowed.

The other goblins drew their swords and raised their staves. The conflict seemed unavoidable.

Suddenly, the troll appeared to have sensed something. He stopped his foot before it was too late. When he looked down and saw the goblins, he scratched his head and walked away.

"Boss, I think he is insulting us!" said the young goblin who was the first to draw the sword. He looked like he was about to slash at the troll.

Their leader moved his hand away from the hilt. "It's just his ears don't work so well," he said calmly. "Let's go. No fighting is allowed around the guild, or we will be prohibited from looking for jobs here again."

"Let it go. You don't want to fight that," an older goblin said, giving a pat on his shoulder.

Ingredients-finding Job No. 256