 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

"Achoo…" Abraham, who was standing in the long line in front of Mamy Restaurant, sneezed. He gathered his mink coat and mumbled, "I've dressed rather warmly. Maybe someone is missing me?"

"Mister, everyone is thinking about Boss Mag's new dish, no one would be thinking about you." Randy, who was lining up next to him, gazed at the announcement signboard on the board with a melancholic look.

"Hey, food critic, have you handed in this month's manuscript?" Abraham asked Randy as he turned around with a smile. They had been sharing tables for this period of time, and they got familiar with each other.

However, although Abraham knew Randy was the columnist for the "Meatatarianism", he didn't reveal his identity of a duke. He also knew Randy had to hand in a script for the magazine monthly. The crux was that he delayed again.

This Fish Head Smells So Good!