A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World - Chapter 63 - Owner, I’d Like One Of Those
Chapter 63: Owner, I’d Like One Of Those
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Sargeras smelled a strong meat aroma as soon as he opened the door. His eyes lit up in an instant.
Different from the aroma of grilled meat and boiled meat, it was much stronger and more appetizing. He had no idea what spices and seasonings had been added and how it had been cooked. He swallowed despite himself.
He didn’t care much about decorations and didn’t like it too fancy. This restaurant’s decorations were relatively simple, but he froze for a moment when he saw a painting on the wall, in which were the Ghost Islands.
It was the first time that he had seen a painting of the Demon Islands in a human-owned restaurant. There were also other paintings on the wall, depicting places like the capital of the Roth Empire and the elves’ Wind Forest. He took a look at Mag, who was in his plain black and white clothes. Apparently the owner is a man of the world.
But will he let me eat here? Sargeras stopped in his tracks.
Mag was looking over Sargeras too. He had seen demons occasionally these days when he went out. Demons came in many different looks—some demons had a blade of grass on the head, and some demons’ heads were burning… They were, in short, the most abnormal beings.
Of course, succubi were not included. When he went out to buy sheep milk yesterday, he had seen a good-looking succubus. She had a beautiful voice and was pretty hot. She had been bargaining with a vendor. In only a few words, she had made the vendor sell her a bag of cucumbers—which had been priced at 15 copper coins—at five copper coins, and she had got some green onions for free! He had been really impressed.
Sargeras was the first demon customer to come to his restaurant. He was very large, even a head taller than Habeng Brothers. He looked very much like a human, though.
His eyes were dark red. Many cracks covered his bald head, face, neck, and hands, and inside the cracks was red lava, making him look like he had tattoos all over his body, looking a little scary.
His black outfit was neat and half-worn. The bottom of his leather boots had worn thin—he must have traveled a long way in them. The most conspicuous part was the scarlet cape over his shoulders, which drooped just below his waist, red like fire.
Humans who had lived a long time in Chaos City didn’t fear demons too much. After all, they could see various species every day, and it was normal for them to have some demon neighbors.
Nonetheless, most of the humans didn’t like dining with demons or forest trolls; they dared not talk loudly in their presence, so they would feel a little constrained.
That was why quite a few human-owned restaurants would make a special section for demons and trolls to eat, or they would simply put up a sign outside of their door, saying, “Demons and trolls are not allowed in the restaurant.”
As for the restaurants owned by elves, they would make a separate, most comfortable section for elves, and wouldn’t let dwarves, demons, and trolls in.
The customers looked toward Mag. They were all humans except Mobai. They didn’t see a special section for demons here, so they were very curious what he would do.
Naturally, they didn’t want him to eat here. Mag was a human himself, so they supposed he wouldn’t let him in.
Mag read their minds from their looks. Kick him out?
No, he wouldn’t do that!
He was thinking about getting some treasures from giant dragons someday. Demons were nothing compared to dragons.
As long as they ate in his place, they were his customers; he didn’t discriminate.
“I recommend you reject some customers to give most of your clientele a good dining experience,” the system said sincerely all of a sudden. “Or you can separate the restaurant into different sections and make strong species and weak ones eat in their designated sections, respectively, to avoid conflicts.”
“Then you’ll halve the mission quantity of getting 1,000 customers?” asked Mag calmly.
“The mission can’t be changed after having been assigned! Take your missions seriously, or you’ll trigger a hidden mission again!” system replied solemnly.
“Then why do you make me reject half of my customers? Do you take me for a fool?” Mag curled his lip.
“…” The system replied with an ellipsis.
“And, you will expand the restaurant for me?” Mag asked.
“System can only use the land you supply, and now that the restaurant is complete, you have no right to expand it currently,” the system answered.
“It’s so small, and you want me to make sections. There are 16 tables, so if one species gets one section, do you plan to make me allocate two tables to each species and label them ‘Elves’, ‘Demons’, ‘Humans’… System, is this how the God of Cookery is supposed to run his restaurant?” Mag asked sarcastically.
“…” The system fell silent.
Seeing that the system didn’t reply, Mag said no other word. He wouldn’t separate his restaurant into sections, and wouldn’t reject other species, because of his big dream of eradicating racism. As a half-elf, Amy was being discriminated against now. That was a fact he could not tolerate.
A protest parade was not a very practicable method in this world. He decided to start from instilling his idea into his customers, so he looked at the lava demon and smiled. “Welcome. Please take a seat.”
Other customers looked at Mag with surprise. They had thought that he wouldn’t let him in; after all, most of the customers that had come here these days were humans.
They had never thought that Mag would not only let him in, but it seemed he didn’t plan to allocate a special section for demons. That way, he could sit wherever he wanted. Maybe he would sit next to them, or even at their table!
Thinking of this, some customers became a little nervous. All the species might be under the governance of the Gray Temple, and even normal humans could live in peace here.
However, even in a place where there were only humans, there would be conflicts, to say nothing of Chaos City. Humans were generally weak, so it was not very uncommon for humans to be killed by some demon, troll, or orc. Naturally, humans had grudges against them.
They took a look at the aromatic roujiamo in their hands, and then at Sargeras. After hesitating for a while, they got back to eating roujiamo at last.
To hell with it! With roujiamo this good, I would even dine with a giant dragon at the same table! they thought.