 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

Olef was roaring with laughter, and so was Ebenezer.

All of the customers looked at Olef with peculiar expressions on their faces. Some of the customers who were more familiar with Amy turned to look at the old man sitting outside the magic potion shop. These demons really were digging a grave for themselves.

A coarse voice that seemed to have originated from the depths of an infernal hell sounded nearby. A bone-chilling aura that was even colder than the wind blowing from the glaciers of the Anglo Alps proliferated through the air.

"Of course! Don't you find it hilarious, old man?" Ebenezer was on the brink of tears from laughter as he turned to the hunched Urien.

Is It Really That Funny?