 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

Mag didn't look any different from before, but only he was aware of the transformation his body had undertaken. After practicing for 70 sleepless days in the test field for the God of Cookery, he had already mastered all of the sword forms that he was capable of using, and completely perfected them.

Those sword forms were deeply ingrained in his memory in the first place, so his body held a certain degree of muscle memory. All he did was to awaken that muscle memory, and achieve true mastery.

Mag clenched his fist, and repressed the urge to grab his sword, and examine the fruits of his labor. If he were to encounter that 3rd-tier bronze wild boar again, even if he couldn't defeat it outright, he was confident that he would be able to evade its attacks with ease, and be better equipped to harm it.

Mag, Your Restaurant Exploded!