 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

Manard stood beside Jeffree's desk with a respectful expression on his face as he replied, "After you agreed for Mars to join Young Mistress Gloria at the Blue Suede Textiles Shop, the shop's sales have not shown any marked improvements. They're still incurring losses, but they've hired a lot of staff to sort out the textiles left over from past years."

"Sorting out textiles from past years?" Jeffree's brows furrowed upon hearing that as he said, "They can't even sell the textiles from this year; what's the point in sorting through textiles from the past years? Is Mars also becoming a child from interacting with one?"

Manard stood respectfully off to the side and didn't say anything. He had no right to state any opinions on his young predecessor. In any case, Jeffree was only musing to himself rather than asking for his opinion anyway.

You'll Really Die if You're Not Careful