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A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World

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.

Whispering Jianghu · Fantasy
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2489 Chs

That Guy Came Into My Room Last Night?

Editor: Henyee Translations

"Young Mistress Gloria…" Gloria only emerged from the changing rooms after a long while, but she wasn't wearing the new dress. Andre wanted to say something, but he caught himself in the end.

Blanch also wore a disappointed expression on his face.

"The dress is very beautiful; the most beautiful item of clothing I've ever worn, and the size is perfect as well. It's just that I want to wear it out in the public for the first time in an important setting," Gloria explained with a smile.

Andre and Blanch's expressions eased upon hearing that. The design of this dress was completely revolutionary, and it had taken them two days and a night to produce the final product. As such, they were very disappointed to see Gloria refuse to put it on, thinking that she was displeased with their work. Thankfully, she was merely saving it for a special occasion, which was a glowing tick of approval for the fruit of their labors.