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

On the way back, Mag observed carefully and saw no more signs of any of those little beggars. Meanwhile, there was an obvious increase in the people from Gray Temple and the city lord"s castle patrolling around.

This was undeniably a good thing. When it came to kidnapping, the most Mag could do was to scare the kidnappers off, and he still had to depend on the city lord to solve the root of the problem.

In his last letter for City Lord Michael, Mag raised some of his opinions, and if the city lord could consider some of his suggestions, the kidnapping cases in Chaos City would be curbed to a very large extent.

The busy operating hours had ended, and the people in Mamy Restaurant could finally get some rest.

Mag was removing his ap.r.o.n while walking out of the kitchen when Yabemiya came over and hesitated for a while before saying, “Boss Mag, I have something to talk to you about…”

“Oh, right, Miya, the chicken soup and fried rice are already packed in the thermal boxes. You can just take it. Is the injured lady feeling better?” Mag said with a gentle smile as he turned around after hanging his ap.r.o.n at the side.

“Mm-hm, mm-hm. Her injuries are getting better. She is fine now.” Miya nodded. She hesitated for a while before continuing, “There"s something else I want to ask you. Does the restaurant still need more service staff?”

“Hmm?” Mamy Restaurant looked at Miya with surprise. An idea flashed past his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Nodding, he said, “Yeah, there are more and more customers in the restaurant now. We are indeed a little short-handed. If there were more employees as good as you, it would naturally do us good.”

Yabemiya"s eyes lit up, and she said a little nervously, “Then can I recommend someone? She"s better than me at everything, and is even better-looking than me.”

“Recommend someone?” Mag"s expression suddenly changed. No way, does it work this way? When he recalled that lady who fought to the very last moment at the Frost Battlefield, Mag did not think that she would look like a giant dragon who would be a service staff member at Mamy Restaurant.

“Yes.” Miya nodded profusely and looked at Mag with antic.i.p.ation.

Mag thought for a while and nodded, saying, “Since you recommended that person, you can let her have a go at the restaurant first. If she pa.s.ses the interview, she is very welcome to join Mamy Restaurant.”

Mag had already thought things through. Since the people in Mamy Restaurant are from all over the place—there"s a drag queen, a princess from the Moon Nation, a traitor of the elves, and the number one knight in Norland Continent (this can be omitted)—having the daughter of the chief of the Frost Dragon tribe as well would not hurt. After all, she"s an 8th-tier powerhouse.

“Thank you!” Yabemiya smiled in surprise.

“I should be the one thanking you if you can find me a suitable employee,” Mag said with a smile.

Yabemiya looked at Mag and hesitated for a while before she resolutely said, “I still have to trouble you with something.”

“Huh?”

“I saw the portrait you drew for Uncle Angus. It looked exactly like his child. I have never seen my father ever since I was young. I only know what he looks like based on what my mother said. Can you… help me draw a portrait of my father? I want to look for him once I"ve saved enough money. That was my mother"s dying wish…” Yabemiya looked nervous and expectant.

Mag"s heart went out for Miya. He smiled and nodded as he gently said, “Of course, although I might not be able to draw out what he looks like exactly, I will try my best.”

“Thank you, thank you!” Yabemiya"s eyes reddened instantly, and she bowed deeply towards Mag.

“You"re welcome.” Miya helped Yabemiya up as he thought, System, draw me another portrait. 1000 copper coins, deal?

“Host! The system"s previous work was worth 10,000 copper coins. Isn"t it a little too much to just cut the price by 10 folds?” The system was a little dissatisfied.

That"s because I gave you an extra red packet of 9000 copper coins to congratulate you on your opening. Now it"s back to the market rate, 1000 copper coins. If I don"t buy it from you, wouldn"t you be wasting this function of yours? Think about it, would you be able to earn 1000 copper coins just by working hard to harvest vegetables for a year? Now all you have to do is simply activate your photocopier and you get 1000 copper coins. Can"t you even do such simple math? Mag said inside with a grin.

“That seems to be the case…” The system was wavering.

“Start listing out your questions. What information do you need? I"ll ask.” Mag continued the conversation very naturally.

“Erm… I need distinctive physical features…”

Mag quickly asked Miya the questions based on the system"s request, and obtained all the necessary information.

“Wait here for a while. I"ll go upstairs to draw it out for you.” Mag stood up and went upstairs. He went to the study to read for a while. Around 10 minutes later, he walked back down with the portrait that the system had already delivered.

“This is the portrait that I"ve done to the best of my ability. I cannot guarantee if it"s accurate.” Mag rolled the portrait up and pa.s.sed it to Miya.

When Miya received the portrait, her hands were obviously shaking, and her breathing also became faster.

In her world, the only things about her father were the ones that her mother often repeated to her before she went to bed. Although she had always tried very hard to construct a complete image in her mind, she was still unsure what her father should look like up until now.

She unrolled the portrait slowly. A man dressed in gold and silver armor, with one gold and one silver dragon horn on his head, appeared before her eyes. Even though it was just a portrait, those eyebrows as sharp as a sword, the gaze as cold as the edge of a knife, and that long scar above the left eyebrow exuded an aura of contempt that made one want to bow down in submission.

“Father…” Yabemiya"s eyes were already red. When she saw the man in the portrait, bits and pieces of imagination in her mind finally pieced together. So this was her father, the man her mother had waited for more than a decade to come back but never got to see again.

“You will find him,” Mag said gently as he put his hand lightly on Yabemiya"s head.

Miya calmed down when she felt the warmth from the top of her head. She looked at Mag and agitatedly said, “Thank you, Boss.”

After keeping the portrait, Yabemiya carried the thermal box and walked quickly towards the dormitory. Her footsteps were so light it seemed as though she was about to fly.

When she opened the dormitory door, Miya put the thermal box on the dining table and opened the door to her room. Facing Elizabeth, who was standing by the window, she happily said, “Miss Elizabeth, Boss agreed to let you go for the interview. Also, he drew me a portrait of my father! I finally know what my father looks like!”