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

Chapter 1595: If A Little Sister Isn’t For Playing, What’s The Point Of Having Her?

Mag had a good dream.

There was everything in the dream.

After that, the alarm rang.

Mag reached over to switch the alarm off, and glanced at the beauty sleeping peacefully in his embrace. He smiled.

“Hmph, I knew it. Father must have been holding Mother to sleep. You don’t even hold me to sleep anymore.” A soft grumble came from the bedside.

Mag turned around stiffly. He looked at Amy, who was standing by the bed with her arms crossed, with an awkward smile, and said, “Little Amy, listen, last night, both of us had a drop too much, and then—”

“I’m not listening! I’m not listening!”

(`へ ́*)ノ

“In any case… in any case… If there aren’t two strawberry ice creams, I’m not appeased.”

Amy turned her face away proudly.

“Oh… then to make up for my little princess, I’ll go down to prepare a delicious breakfast set.” Mag pulled his slightly numb arm out from under Irina’s neck, got up, and tucked her in before fetching a clean set of chef’s suit. He bent down and pinched Amy’s nose with a smile as he said, “Come, give me a kiss.”

“One more ice cream for one kiss,” Amy said proudly after stealing a glance at Mag.

“Okay, I’ll add that for you. But you can only have your ice cream in the afternoon and evening.” Mag nodded with a smile.

“Mua…” Amy put her arms around Mag’s neck, and kissed his cheek as she happily chirped, “That’s three ice creams!”

“Alright, three it is. Any flavor you want.” Mag smiled satisfyingly as he stroked Amy’s head. He walked out, heading for the bathroom to get changed.

Last night…

He must have underestimated the power of rum and wine. They were both drunk.

After that… probably nothing happened.

Although they were lying on the same bed, they were still properly dressed.

However, he didn’t know how he got changed into his pajamas.

“Alcohol is trouble… Alcohol is trouble…” Mag lamented as he brushed his teeth.

“Mother, are you awake?” Amy asked softly as she lay on the bed, watching the sleeping beauty Irina.

Irina opened her eyes and looked at Amy with a smile. She asked, “How did Little Amy know that I was awake?”

“I saw you smiling just now,” Amy replied with a smile. She took off her shoes and crawled under the blanket, naturally moving into Irina’s embrace. She closed her eyes comfortably, and said, “I’ve chased Father away. Now, this place is mine. I’m going back to sleep.”

Irina put her arms around Amy and smiled lovingly as she said, “Don’t you love your father more?”

“Who said so? I love both of you.” Amy shook her head. She reached out and stroked Irina’s tummy as she expectantly said, “Are you going to give birth to a little sister for me to play?”

“A little sister?” Irina froze a little. She looked at Amy with a strange expression, and asked, “Do you want a little sister?”

“Mm-hm, mm-hm. I love little sisters.” Amy nodded. She regretfully said, “Parmer’s little sister, Christy, is super cute, but she’s someone else’s little sister, so she’s not very convenient to play.”

“How can you say that? You should say ‘play with’.” Irina broke into a chuckle.

“If a little sister isn’t for playing, what’s the point of having her?” Amy questioned.

“Why does that… sound so familiar?” Irina thought for a while. She seemed to recall saying something similar when she was pregnant with Amy.

“We could make her up to become a beautiful little princess, bring her around to beat up baddies, teach her how to play with fire… Anyway, if I had a little sister, it would definitely be super fun.” Amy looked at Irina expectantly.

Irina found it a little difficult to reject the little fellow when she saw the purity and anticipation in her eyes.

But that blockhead really became drunk after making her drink so much alcohol. Even if she wanted to give Amy a little sister, it was not something that she could do alone.

Besides, there were currently a lot of things cropping up, enemies all over the place, and even the Evil God was awaiting his chance. She would not dare to let herself be pregnant for three years again and go back to her vulnerable stage.

“You’ll have to wait for a while more if you want a little sister. When my stomach becomes bigger, you’ll have a little sister,’ Irina told Amy with a smile.

“When your stomach becomes bigger?” Amy caressed Irina’s flat stomach, and stuck her face to it as she softly said, “Little sister, you’ll have to grow up quickly. I’m waiting right here for you.”

Grooowl~

“Hey! Mother, listen, she’s replying to me!” Amy said with delight as her eyes lit up.

“Er… that’s right…”

***

The sky just turned a little bright, and there was already a long line outside Mamy Restaurant. Most of the people in the line were middle-aged men.

“Drinking is most men’s favorite activity. Some people prefer to enjoy their drinks in a high-class restaurant, while others like to have a few rounds in a little bar.

“When you’re a little tipsy, the whole world will look so much gentler and cuter,” a slightly tipsy middle-aged man started.

“That’s enough. Madam said that if you don’t go back today, don’t ever think of going back,” a young servant said helplessly as he supported the swaying man.

“Whom is that woman trying to scare? I am the master of the house! I am a man, I—”

“Master, Madam is the one who calls the shots,” that servant reminded him.

“I… I… I’ll go back right now.” That man flung the servant’s hand away, and walked briskly towards a horse-drawn carriage. After a few steps, he stopped to turn back as he said to his companion, “Hey, taste it for me and tell me if it’s really made by Old Sim. Tell the boss to leave a bottle for me.”

“Alright. Get going. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even have the money to drink next time,” his companion said with a smile as he watched the middle-aged man go off into the distance before saying, “If it’s really made by Old Sim, there must still be something left to leave some for you…”

15-year-old wine! Old Sim’s rum! 1000 copper coins for a glass!

This news had exploded within the small circle of Chaos City’s rum lovers.

Those who knew would know what that meant.

Someone was doing charity with a precious work of art!

A 15-year-old brew was only served to the chief and a minority of the nobles in the Falk Tribe. Such alcohol was rarely circulated out of the Falk Tribe, much less to Chaos City.

However, this time, someone was actually selling a 15-year-old rum made by Old Sim in a restaurant. The rum was even approved by some of the famous alcohol lovers in the circle.

That explained the line of middle-aged men waiting early in the morning outside the restaurant.

“I heard that Mamy Restaurant has a lot of rules. They only sell breakfast in the morning. I wonder if we will be able to get the rum in the morning.”

“We’ve already lined up for so long. Since he’s open for business, it’s only right that he sells it to us.”

“That’s right. It’s a 15-year-old rum. We might not get to buy it the next time we come. We have to get at least a glass this morning.”

The crowd outside the restaurant started chattering.