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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 · Fantaisie
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Nurturing the World Tree with Chicken Soup

Éditeur: Henyee Translations

The magic potion shop was a little dim as there was only a single oil lamp lit in the corner. Within the spacious hall, there were shelves upon shelves of all types of magic potions, and a layer of black cloth had been draped over the birdcage outside the door. It appeared that Black Coal and Green Pea were already asleep.

"Master Urien, I'm here to bring them some chicken soup," Mag said to Urien, who was mixing magic potions in front of the counter, as he carried the platter in his hands.

"Come on in," Urien said without even raising his head. His voice was still quite low and husky.

Amy trailed along behind Mag. Smiling, she asked Urien, "Master Turtle, we're having a late dinner tonight. Would you like to join us?"

"Late dinner?" Urien's nostrils stirred slightly as he caught a whiff of the alluring aroma of the chicken soup. He swallowed involuntarily, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Mag's hands.