 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

"Amy, take Ugly Duckling upstairs. You'll find its food there," Mag said with a smile.

"You made something special for it, Father?"

"Okay," Amy said happily. She licked her empty bowl, slid down the chair, and picked the kitten up. "No braised chicken for you, Ugly Duckling. Let's see what Father has made for you."

Mag watched Amy leave and stood up as Barzel walked in.

"You know why we're here," Brazel said, staring at Mag, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's. He's strangely calm after killing a man—he must have got used to it.

Barzel had spent 20 years in the Gray Temple, and had arrested many murderers himself, but no one had been as emotionless as Mag. Murderers always look scared, but not him.

Mag saw the letter "P" embroidered on his front, and realized he was one of the patrol guys. He met his eyes without blinking. "Yes."

Serious My A*s!