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

Chapter 1001 What Kind Of Drugs Did He Put In His Food

Gloria woke up early after having a good night’s sleep in her mother’s arms. She was no longer as traumatized as last night. She got out of bed lightly and changed as she prepared to go to Mamy Restaurant to have her breakfast.

She was already used to starting her new day with a nice breakfast, and of course, Mamy Restaurant was her only choice.

She didn’t know if she went there for the food or so that she could see Mr Mag once every morning.

“Splat.”

Gloria stepped out of her room and kicked away a bowl that was placed in front of her door. She was stunned.

“Blood!” She looked over and suddenly jumped back into her room in a shock.

A white jade bowl landed a short distance away. Fresh red blood splashed all over the floor, and a strong smell of blood washed over her.

Gloria, who had just woken up, felt her stomach churn. She covered her mouth and took another two steps backwards. She closed the door with a pale face.

“The fresh blood that I procured!” Camilla, who was on a roof not far away, had a pained expression. She perplexedly asked, “Why? Why did Miss Gloria turn and run when she saw the fresh and sweet blood? Why did she kick over the bowl? This is the breakfast I have freshly prepared for her!”

“Madam, usually when people prepare breakfast for others, they will place it on the table. Only the breakfast prepared for the dog will be placed on the floor… And, although you like fresh blood, humans don’t drink fresh blood. Most of them hate fresh blood, in fact,” the black cat mumbled.

“Nonsense! Is there anything that is more delicious than fresh blood?” Camilla said coldly. After pondering, she added, “The problem must be with the blood. It’s because you stopped me from killing this and that, and I ended up procuring a bowl of rabbit’s blood.”

“Yes, yes, yes… You are absolutely right…”

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Debra was awakened by the sound made by the door slammed shut. She opened her eyes in a daze and looked at Gloria, who was standing at the door with a pale face. She swiftly got up from the bed, went over to her, and concernedly asked, “What is it, Gloria?”

“Blood… Someone put a bowl of blood at my door…” Gloria said with a tinge of fear.

“Blood?” Debra was shocked too. She grabbed Gloria’s cold hands and consoled her. Then, she cracked open the door lightly and peered out. There was indeed a puddle of blood on the floor. It hadn’t solidified yet, and looked rather terrifying.

Last night’s hanging ghost and splashing of fresh blood this morning. Who is that punk that keeps trying to scare Gloria? I have to ask Master to seek justice for us, or else Gloria will be scared out of her mind soon. Debra closed the door. With a consoling smile, she said, “It’s alright. It’s only a little blood, and definitely not a human’s. I will ask your father to look for your grandfather later. He will investigate who is the person that is scaring you with tricks. He will definitely catch the punk behind all this.”

“Mm-hm.” Gloria gazed at Debra for a while before she calmed down slowly. She opened the door again to have another look. Although the blood was still glaring, it wasn’t so scary after all. She closed the door again after she had sorted out her thoughts.

“I am going out now, Mother,” Gloria said to Debra, stepped over the puddle of fresh blood, and strode out quickly.

Her stomach began to churn the moment she saw that fresh blood. All she wanted now was to leave the yard as quickly as possible.

“It seems like Miss Gloria indeed doesn’t like fresh blood. I have to see what she likes to eat for breakfast.” Camilla watched Gloria as she stepped into the horse-drawn carriage. She flitted away with the black cat.

The horse-drawn carriage left the Moreton Manor, and went all the way to Mamy Restaurant before it finally stopped.

Gloria came out of the carriage and saw the familiar restaurant. Although the cold winds were blowing, she felt a hint of warmth and dependability for an inexplicable reason. Her tensed up emotions began to relax; she went to join the line that had 20-30 people in it, and waited for the restaurant to open.

Camilla stood far away with furrowed brows, and mumbled, “Mamy Restaurant? Why does it sound so familiar?”

After a short while, the restaurant’s door opened, and Mag came out pushing his bicycle with Amy following behind him.

“It’s them.” Camilla’s eyes lit up immediately. She had a deep impression of Mag and Amy. She had to admit that the black pepper steak that she had had that night was the most delicious food she’d ever eaten apart from fresh blood.

Gloria gazed at Mag who had just stepped out, and her gaze became gentler as she watched him. She felt that the hurt and shock she suffered from last night and this morning was actually nothing as she watched him.

Camilla quickly noticed the change in Gloria’s demeanor, and her gaze on Mag began to turn cold. “So, Miss Gloria wants to eat the breakfast that he makes. It seems like this chap wasn’t being honest with me, then.”

Mag felt his neck was a little cold for no reason, and he quickly covered his neck with the scarf he was holding. He ditched his final stubbornness when he faced the biting cold.

He greeted the customers as usual, and sent Amy to school with the bicycle.

The restaurant began its business after Mag came back. He greeted the customers individually at the door with a smile.

“Good morning, Mr Mag,” Gloria said to Mag with a smile.

“Good morning, Miss Gloria,” Mag replied smilingly. After looking at her, he concernedly asked, “Miss Gloria, you don’t look very good. Did you not sleep well last night?”

“I had a bad dream. But it’s fine. I will recover after eating a bowl of tofu pudding that Mr Mag makes,” Gloria said as she shook her head gently. A hint of blush went up in her cheeks. Is he concerned for me?

“Alright, then come on in,” Mag said smilingly.

“Miss Gloria is actually blushing. That chap must have teased her, right? Smelly man. There is indeed not a single one of them who is decent. They are all indecent.” Camilla’s expression became colder. If she could kill with her gaze, Mag would have died numerous times.

A bowl of yummy Yangzhou fried rice and a helping of sweet and heart-warming tofu pudding. Gloria felt herself healed after eating them. All the bad feelings were forgotten.

“Thank you, Mr Mag.” After Gloria paid her bills, she deliberately went to the kitchen’s entrance to say that Mag with a smile. Then, she left with a blush.Thᴇ link to the origin of this information rᴇsts in Noᴠel Fɪre.net

“Ah. I have to see what kind of drugs he put in his food that made Miss Gloria like them so much.” After watching the horse-drawn carriage go far away, Camilla walked toward Mamy Restaurant.