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

The looks on their faces became strange.

They had never seen that coming. They were so surprised by this turn of events that they didn’t know how to continue.

“A half-elf girl?” a man asked.

“She’s the owner’s daughter. Isn’t she cute?”

The first man nodded. “I don’t like hybrids, but, to be fair, she is really cute.”

Many other customers nodded their agreement. They were a little irritated, but Amy’s big blue eyes quelled their anger.

Luna smiled, her eyes full of love as she looked at Amy. She has become happier and more confident. Mag is doing a great job taking care of her.

Amy was only four, but she hadn’t acted like a child before, since she had had to take care of her father as well as herself. She had been timid and a pitiful sight.

Everything about her was different now. She was clean and wore good clothes, but more importantly, her eyes were lively and full of hope. Luna was happy to see she was now as naughty and innocent as children her age should be.

What’s this strange feeling? Sally wondered as she looked at Amy. The way she talks seems so familiar to me.

Amy took a look at the flaming bird and ice flower. “Master Half-beard, Master Turtle, are you going to fight again?”

“No!” the two old men said.

The bird turned into a little flame and then vanished, while the ice flower cracked, leaving nothing but a puddle of water on the ground.

The tension in the air was gone. Every other customer was relieved and grateful to the little girl.

“Actually, I don’t mind if you fight,” Amy said disappointedly.

The two old men gave a wry smile.

“Anyway, I think I will get my chance since you see each other very often.”

Krassu allowed himself a dry smile. This girl has as vile a tongue as Irina. But, Irina has no girl that I know of.

Amy reminded Urien of Irina too. She had loved to encourage them to fight more than anything, and she had even cheered them on while sitting on a little stool.

“Teacher Luna!” Amy said when she spotted Luna, waving at her.

Luna waved back with a smile. She always maintained a cold manner except in school or towards children.

“Big sister elf!” She noticed Sally too. Although she had only seen her once, she still remembered her since she was the first elf she had ever met, and the first to tell her that she would become as beautiful as her.

Sally nodded. She had worried that Amy might shout out her name, but it seemed Amy had probably forgotten.

After she said hello to everyone she knew, Amy sat back on her little stool, resting her chin in her hands. The kitten stuck out its little head from between Amy’s arms, regarding the crowd with curiosity. It had got used to seeing so many strange faces since it watched them come and go every day.

Some people decided the silence had lasted long enough. They resumed the topic. Soon, they started bickering enthusiastically again, even though they hadn’t got the slightest clue what tofu pudding was.

“Whoa…” Amy clapped her hands. She didn’t know what they were talking about, but she still found them amusing.

Ugly Duckling looked around curiously, clapping its paws.

…

“Boss, I think they’re having a quarrel. Should we intervene?” Yabemiya said as Mag was eating his fried rice unhurriedly.

Mag shook his head with a smile. “Don’t worry. You should look at this as a little entertainment during work.” He took a look at his customers through the window. The foodies here are really interesting. They’re quarrelling over something they haven’t even tried.

After finishing his meal, Mag took a look at the time. He still had five minutes. He cleared the table, and turned to Yabemiya. “Tell Amy dinner is ready. And remember, one person can only order one bowl of tofu pudding.”

Yabemiya nodded. “Yes, Boss.” She didn’t know why, but she trusted Mag.

Amy walked back in with Ugly Duckling and the stool, her eyes shining with excitement when she saw two bowls of tofu pudding and a roujiamo.

“Go wash your hands. Eat your meal after they come in,” said Mag, smiling.

“Okay!” Amy put the kitten on the floor, trotted into the kitchen, stepped on the stool, and washed her hands. Then she ran back to her table and picked up the spoon excitedly.

Mag opened the door. “Welcome to Mamy Restaurant!” he said with a smile, looking at the two long lines which extended into the square.