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

Chapter 1581: They’re Horrible

“This… This is our restaurant?” Hannah stood outside the restaurant in disbelief as she looked at the exquisite furnishing. The sun’s rays shone in through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and cast a glimmering glow on the signboard. Even the Falk Tribe’s palace wasn’t so beautiful.ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoᴠelFɪre.net

“Yes. This is Mamy Restaurant.” Miya nodded. She took out the keys that Mag passed her, and opened the door.

“Is Boss Mag back?” Harrison’s horse-drawn carriage pulled over at that moment. When he saw the group opening the door, he jumped off the carriage excitedly, and asked, “Are you opening for lunch today?”

“I’m sorry, sir, we just got back, so we need time to prepare the ingredients. I’m afraid we won’t be able to open for lunch today. You may come over again tonight,” Yabemiya said as she shook her head with a smile.

“I see.” Harrison, and a few other customers who happened to walk past, appeared a little disappointed upon hearing that.

“Big Sister Miya, does that mean that we can have hot pot tonight?” Vanessa asked expectantly as she walked over.

“Mm-hmm. Everything will be available.” Miya nodded. She had confirmed with Mag on their way back just now that the restaurant would resume its normal operations tonight.

“That’s great.” Vanessa smiled broadly. She had been around all the big restaurants in Chaos City for the past few days, and had tried some unique food, but all of them seemed to lack something.

Just as Amy was about to enter the restaurant, Xixi peeked her head out from the potions shop next door, and said, “Amy, your master said that you have to go for class this afternoon.”

“Ah… Is my wonderful holiday over already?” Amy sighed a little sorrowfully, and nodded to Xixi as she said, “Big Sister Xixi, I’ll go over after lunch.”

“Alright,” Xixi replied with a smile, and went back in.

“Are Big Sister Firis and Big Sister Rena not at home?” Amy asked as she walked around the restaurant with Ugly Duckling in her arms.

“Maybe they have something on. Firis is in charge of the Night Elves’ food, and Rena should be busy handling matters of the new hot pot restaurant,” Miya said with a smile as she walked out of the kitchen with warm water for everyone.

Hannah looked around the restaurant curiously. She finally stopped in front of a wall mural. She spotted the Twilight Forest, and also the Falk Tribe which was represented by a small dot, on the mural. She exclaimed, “Is this the map of the Norland Continent? Is the entire continent here?”

“No. These are just some places,” Elizabeth said with a shake of her head.

“Oh…” Hannah spat her tongue out. She felt slightly embarrassed by her lack of knowledge. However, she was quickly attracted by the clock on the wall. She quickly went forward, and stared at the second hand that ticked rhythmically and that minute hand and hour hand that crawled slowly. After a while, she excitedly said, “This must be the legendary clock, right?! By using a magic spell formation to set the interval in which the needles move, time could be recorded! There’s actually something so sophisticated here!”

“Big Sister Hannah, is the clock really so sophisticated?” Amy asked bewilderedly.

“Of course. If you want the needles to move at a steady pace, you need parts of such high accuracy in this small clock. Even a slight difference can cause the clock to become completely inaccurate.” Hannah nodded as she admired the clock as though it was a delicate piece of artwork.

“Then what about my watch?” Amy lifted her hand to reveal the watch studded with purple gems on her wrist.

“This…” Hannah looked at Amy’s watch. After confirming that the tiny needles were indeed moving, and even at the same pace as the clock on the wall, she exclaimed, “Can clocks already be made so small? How fine must the parts inside be!”

She had only seen a clock once in the chief’s palace. Back then, she thought that its existence depicted the highest degree of accuracy. However, to see one that could be worn on the wrist made her really shocked. She really could not imagine what kind of artisan could create this.

“This was a gift from Father,” Amy said proudly as she retracted her hand.

Her heart would race the moment she touched the icy surface of metal, and imagine what it could turn into.

If Mag was indeed a very skilled mechanic that could make such a small watch, then she might have found herself a very impressive master.

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Mag did not dwell in the Gray Temple for too long. After telling Rolan about the black fog and the Great Old One, they set a date to discuss this issue with the city lord, Michael, again.

As for the stone statue, Mag took it back again because this thing was a little sinister, and Mag was a little worried about leaving it with Rolan. After all, Rolan did not have the Holy Light with him all the time.

After coming out of the Gray Temple, Mag boarded a horse-drawn carriage to go back to the restaurant.

On the way back, when he passed by the teahouse named “Ben”, Mag lifted the curtain to take a look and got a shock. The sealed-off teahouse had actually resumed operations.

The horse-drawn carriage continued moving forward, and Mag quickly saw the hot pot restaurant that was given to Rena. There were two orcs leaning by the door and chatting.

Mag had decided to let Rena helm the new hot pot restaurant and be a sleeping partner. Therefore, he did not ask Rena for a progress report, and would naturally be unaware of the work progress.

The horse-drawn carriage arrived at Mamy Restaurant very quickly. Mamy Restaurant saw two young girls walking side-by-side in front of him, and told the coachman to pull over. He paid the coachman, and jumped off the carriage as he called, “Rena, Firis.”

“Boss?” Rena and Firis turned back at the same time. When they saw Mag, they exclaimed in surprise, “You’re back!”

“Yes, we just arrived in the afternoon. The rest should be in the shop.” Mag walked over with a smile. When he saw the bandage on Rena’s left hand, he asked with concern, “Rena, what happened to your hand?”

“I scalded myself accidentally while cooking. It’s nothing,” Rena said as she quickly hid her hand behind her and shook her head.

“That’s not true. Boss, Rena’s hand was cut when those horrible orcs pushed her to the ground.” Firis clenched her fists angrily. She told Mag, “They occupied Rena’s restaurant, and said that it belongs to them, and didn’t even allow us to go in. They’re horrible.”