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

Chapter 73: Melon Regiment?

Mag decided to improve efficiency and only limit the takeout food. He wanted more people to eat in his restaurant without having to limit the servings.

There was another problem, though. There were huge eaters in this world, like giant dragons and forest trolls. One such customer would consume everything they could supply for one day.

Maybe he would have to limit supplies then, or he would have to ask the system to buy an oversized oven to cook huge roujiamos. Either way, he needed time to think about this. After all, even Sargeras could eat 10 in a row.

Of course, the main problem now was that he had to cook everything all by himself. If he had semi-buffet dishes like hot pot or malatang ¹ , it would be easier.

There were job agencies on the square. Employers could find workers there, while employees could find jobs. They had an integrated system. It was said that one could find all kinds of workers there with the right money.

Mag decided to check with agencies when they had their first rest day. Money’s no issue, but I need to find a reliable and diligent employee of few words, one who can get the job done.

He had sold 64 roujiamos in an hour in the morning, and the lunchtime was half of an hour longer, so he planned to make more. Even one more batch meant 16 roujiamos, and they might be enough for a few more customers.

Ugly Duckling fell asleep after drinking the milk. Maybe because of it, Amy leaned on the counter and also dozed off.

Mag watched Amy’s back through the glass and smiled.

As many species as there were in this world, it had been pretty calm these days. Mag didn’t feel unsafe.

Under the governance of the Gray Temple, it was relatively safe to live in Chaos City; thus, Mag Alex had chosen to come here.

The order in the chaos made people feel more comfortable and secure than the order relying on money and power in all the species.

As usual, they had their lunch before lunchtime.

Ugly Duckling showed a sullen look again, but Mag ignored it. He couldn’t give it the food they were eating now.

Amy was wolfing down food before her kitten, and sometimes she put the spoon in front of it, but didn’t let it have any. It was even begging Amy with its paws.

You’ll never be a master. Mag sighed silently as he looked at Ugly Duckling. Amy was really good; she had totally made the kitten listen to her every word.

Amy grinned. “Begging won’t work. You can’t eat rainbow fried rice now. I was doing that on purpose.” Then she put another spoon of rice in front of the kitten.

Ugly Duckling looked away, seeming to doubt its life.

After lunch, Mag cleared the table and poured the kitten a bottle of milk. When he handed the bottle to it, the kitten showed its teeth all the way as if trying to prove that it was ready to eat solid food.

Mag was a little surprised when he found it had already had a full mouth of teeth. “Your teeth are growing pretty fast.” But before Ugly Duckling could wag its tail in delight, Mag shook his head, and said, “But newborn cats can only eat solid food after a week, so you have to drink milk for several more days.”

Ugly Duckling became upset instantly. It sucked on the nipple in sullenness and looked away. It was not pleased with them.

More customers came for lunch than Mag had expected. Because of the restaurant’s location, it was not very convenient for many customers who had a relatively short lunch break to come here; besides, not everybody could afford at least 300 copper coins for a meal three times a day. At long last, a lot more customers came at noon.

“Hey, park the carriages far from here,” Harrison said as he climbed out of his carriage. “Don’t affect customers’ appetite. Can’t you see the big crystal glass there? They want their customers to see the beautiful view on the Aden Square.” He waved his fat arm to guide the carriages.

Five fancy-dressed men came out of the carriages. They had nearly the same build—thunder thighs, a fat waist, and a neck almost as thick as the head. Together, they looked like six fat brothers.

“Harrison, you said you would take us to a new restaurant tonight. The food there is delicious and able to help us lose weight. Is this the one?” a fatty in yellow asked, wondering.

The restaurant’s decorations were relatively high-end on the Aden Square. With that said, they didn’t really care about the environment in the restaurant; they often ate street food if it was delicious. They called themselves the true foodies.

Many customers are already here, but most of them seem to have a normal physique. If it really can help lose weight, what are these skinny people doing here?

Harrison’s friends were all made of money. The one in yellow, his family owned three inns; the one in green, his family ran the most popular tea shop in Chaos City. In short, they didn’t have to worry about how to make money; they had a lot of pocket money every day.

They ate, drank, and played together. If one of them found an interesting place, he would tell the others. So, they decided to come here this noon and try the magic food after Harrison’s invitation yesterday.

Harrison nodded. “Yes. But the food will only work on very fat people like us, so don’t say I didn’t tell you that.” Then he took a glance in the direction of the restaurant. “Remember, whatever you do, don’t mess with the owner’s daughter. Even orcs and demons are afraid of her.”

The others were a little astonished. “He has such a terrifying girl?” Harrison had a lot of guts among them, and even he was so afraid of this girl, so they all nodded obediently.

“Let’s go. I’m hungry.” Harrison walked in first, followed by others.

Six fat men with an average weight of over 100 kg walked in together, blocking the sunlight and casting a large shadow. Other customers were all looking at them with fear.

Amy’s eyes widened as she watched these tall, fat customers walk clumsily in. “Melon Regiment?”