 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

Garlan, who also tried a piece of red braised pork, also had mixed feelings.

They came with high aspirations to expose all the lies, and had discussed all the possible methods that could have been employed. They had even thought of the title of the article, and were hoping that Perfect Food would be able to rise up once again with this exposé, becoming the universe's best gourmet magazine by trampling on Vegetarianism and Meatatarianism.

However, after they arrived at Mamy Restaurant, everything was completely different from what they had expected.

The eggplant with garlic sauce that surpassed fish without fish really existed, and the red braised pork made with greasy pork belly was indeed so delicious it made one fall deeply in love with it.

As an experienced chief editor of a gourmet magazine, Garlan was not any worse than Mylo when it came to identifying delicacies. He even had a wider exposure to delicacies.

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