A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World (WN)

If some stuff was difficult to explain, choosing to keep it a secret was a very wise method.

So, Mag covered Irina's eyes and asked Amy to close her eyes and count down for 10 seconds.

"10, nine, eight…"

Accompanied by Amy's child-like voice, the mobile restaurant descended from the sky slowly. With some soft noises and vibration on the ground, the original house was pressed into the ground and became a stable foundation.

Mag removed his hand from Irina's eyes, and smilingly said, "Alright, let's look at our new house."

Irina and Amy opened their eyes at the same time. When they saw this big house that was completely covered by silvery-white seashells in front of them, their eyes widened.

"Woah, what a beautiful house. They're really all seashells!" Amy said, surprised. The original dilapidated house was gone, and a brand-new house was in its place.

Although Irina was already immune to all the bizarre talents that Mag had displayed, she was still rather impressed by this beautiful seashell house.

The first floor of the two-story house still seemed to be the restaurant. The neatly arranged tables and chairs could be seen through the opened front door.

There was an empty space in front of the house that was enclosed with a wooden fence. The ground was laid with seashells and smooth round pebbles. 20-odd tables were set all over it, and an empty space was reserved in the center. They wondered what it was for.

"Let's go in and see our new home." Mag held Amy's hand, pushed open the low gates, and walked in.

Trying his very best to keep a low profile, Mag chose the most ordinary Carapace Island style for the renovation—the common white seashells mixed with some champagne gold and light silver seashells. The system used a very delicate manner in arranging them, which made the overall style look very comfortable.

The interior of the restaurant was also more spacious without any barriers. The black stone tables and chairs were arranged in the street vendor's style.

The kitchen was also designed in a very simple style. The big iron pot in the center of the restaurant was the most obvious feature. It took up the majority of the space in the kitchen. However, there was also a set of normal kitchenware and a stove.

Because the crayfish was unusually big, in order to complete the mission of catching 300,000 crayfish, Mag had to increase the volume of his daily cooking. A pot of regular size couldn't satisfy his needs anymore.

However, Mag had no idea how he was going to handle this two meters big pot. He had a premonition that it would be a tough fight when he entered the test field for the God of Cookery tonight.

There was a huge fish tank in the corner with a few dozen crayfish which were caught by Mag in the system's farm that morning. He casually tossed the two crayfish that he bought into the tank.

Ugly Duckling crouched in front of the fish tank, and stared at the crayfish with a wary expression. It used its paw to knock on the fish tank testingly before retrieving it swiftly. It was a little traumatized by the sting which rendered it unconscious that morning.

"Woah. This new home is so good-looking," Amy commented happily as she ran around the restaurant and brushed her hand over the seashell chimes hanging at the door.

"Should we have a nap upstairs after having a busy morning?" Mag said to Irina who looked tired and Amy who had started to doze off after playing with the wind chimes for some time when he came out of the kitchen.

"Mm-hm." Irina nodded slightly.

Amy, who was sitting at the door, raised up her two arms with pouting lips and narrowed eyes, and said, "I want you to carry me, Father."

"Alright. Father will carry you upstairs to sleep." Mag walked over with a smile, and bent over to pick up Amy gently.

"Teehee. Father is the best." Amy opened her eyes and gave Mag a peck on his cheek.

"I want that too." Irina poked her face over.

"Okay." Amy pouted her lips and kissed Irina's face too.

A smile appeared on Irina's face.

"Let's go," Mag said smilingly as he walked up the stairs along the side of the kitchen with Amy in his arms.

The stairs were also laid with seashells, but it was the more extravagant Empress' seashells. Their sheen was gentler, and the overall style was pinkish white. It looked refreshing in a princess' style.

The floor on the second story was done in the colors of the sea. No one knew what technique the system used, but underneath the floorboards was actual flowing seawater. They could even see seaweeds and aquatic plants. It made them like they were in the underwater world.

"It's the sea!" Amy leaped off Mag's arms on her own accord and stepped on the floor with bare feet. She ran a few steps before diving onto the floor, and slid across the floor like a fish.

Ugly Duckling, which followed them upstairs, dashed onto Mag's leg immediately. Its four fat paws grabbed Mag's thigh tightly as it stared at the floor and trembled.

"When did you prepare all these things?" Irina asked Mag smilingly.

"While you two were sleeping," Mag said smilingly. Judging by her expression, she should be rather satisfied with this house.

"Oh. Your mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter. Have you ever told any other women the same words before?" A hint of judgement appeared in Irina's gaze.

"Apart from you, who would dare to accept them?" Mag asked her with a smile instead.

"That's true. Any s.l.u.ts who dare to accept them are already dead." Irina glanced at her hand. Her slender fingers began to clench into a dainty fist slowly as she smiled at Mag. "Am I right?"

"Yes…" Mag nodded in agreement. Anyone would die under that fist, including him.

There were three rooms on the second floor. Amy and Irina would be sharing one room, while Mag had a room to himself. The last room was a small study.

Irina brought Amy to sleep. Ugly Duckling, whose status in the family hierarchy had dropped so dramatically, had lost its right to sleep on the bed. It could only lie on the cushion at the end of the bed. It called out to Mag at the door aggrievedly.

Mag glanced at it with sympathy. What else could he do? He didn't even have the right to sleep in that room now.

***

"Isn't Boss Mag too much this time round? He didn't even write down his return date for his current ingredients shopping trip." Harrison sighed as he read the announcement on the restaurant's door this time.

"Sniff, sniff. Boss Mag, you're a heartless man. What else could I use to maintain my youth and beauty and hold those men's hearts without the tofu pudding?" A succubus who was dressed up to the nines used a silk handkerchief to dab at her eyes with an aggrieved expression.

"My hair has only grown halfway, and Boss Mag simply ran away. What's going on?" The boss of "Find All Job-Finding Service", Crease, touched his hair which had grown into a roundabout shape with a sad look.

"Let's be content. At least we can still have the congee with pork and century egg, beef kebabs, and hot pot."

At Mamy Restaurant's entrance, the customers who came to line up at noon but couldn't even get in were complaining of Mag's absence.

"Boss, Boss Mag has gone out, so what should we do now?" Kiel asked Sargeras.

The members of the Burning Legion, which had expanded to over 60 demons, were all looking at Sargeras. Boss Mag's absence meant they wouldn't get to eat their holy roujiamos.

"A holy man like Boss Mag has to leave and seek inspiration every now and then. We have to be considerate to him," Sargeras said gravely, but there was still a hint of disappointment in his eyes. After a moment of thought, he said, "Let's make a trip back to the Demon Islands during this period. I received news from our tribe yesterday. Some ignorant idiots are making trouble for our tribe. It's time to let them know that the lava demons are not to be trifled with."