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

Mag was glad that Irina wasn't home right now, otherwise the ambiance would be awkward even if it didn't transform into a love battlefield.

Mag paid the coachman and then said to the two of them with a smile, "Miss Scheer, Miss Gloria. What are you two doing here?"

One had to say that these two had top notch looks and temperaments.

Although they were still inferior to Irina, they both had their own charm.

"I heard Mr. Mag has returned today, so we came to visit you. I happened to bump into Miss Gloria at the restaurant's door, so we waited here together for you," Scheer answered smilingly.

"Mr. Mag, long time no see," Gloria said to Mag.

"I just went to deliver some food to my regular customers at the army barracks beyond the city. It's cold outside. Let's go in to talk." Mag opened the door to let them in.

Mag brought them a pot of hot tea, poured a cup for each of them and smilingly asked, "Have you guys eaten?"

Scheer said with a smile, "I've had a simple meal, but if Mr. Mag is willing to cook, my stomach is willing to undertake more pressure."

Gloria's stomach grumbled before she could even speak.

She blushed. She hadn't eaten her lunch, as she got her coachman to come to Mamy Restaurant after she finished her work. She had only had breakfast today.

Mag took a menu from the side and placed it in the middle of them with a smile. "That's great. I haven't had my meal either. What would you like to eat? Just order. It's my treat today."

"I'm just joking. It isn't your working day, so how can we bother Mr. Mag to cook for us?" Scheer replied smilingly.

Mag looked at Gloria, who was about to reject his offer too, and shook his head gently. "No. You guys are worth it."

Scheer had spent a great deal of money and effort to build the cannons. She created a cannon production line with the fastest speed, which helped him greatly.

Meanwhile, Gloria was making winter wear for the frontline soldiers for when they went to the freezing north; this was also strategically important.

Just these two points alone were enough to make Mag cook for them personally.

Scheer saw that Mag wasn't joking. After thinking briefly, she said, "Then, I won't be polite with you. I'll have a helping of beef steak."

After hearing that, Gloria said after thinking for a while, "I shall bother Mr. Mag to make me a helping of Yangzhou fried rice."

Of course, she had missed Mr. Mag's tofu pudding the most.

However, she also knew very well that the tofu pudding couldn't be made within a short period of time, so she naturally couldn't make such an overboard request.

"Alright. You guys take a seat first." Mag went into the kitchen.

Scheer and Gloria sat facing each other. The restaurant's warm and comfortable environment made the atmosphere less awkward.

"I heard you have been busy with preparing the winter wear for the soldiers? How is it going?" Scheer asked.

Gloria shook her head and said with a forlorn expression, "We're rushing with the production now, but we only have a limited number of tailors, so with our current progress, it will be very hard to provide all the warriors with a new winter jacket when they set off."

She had employed almost all the tailors in Chaos City. Most of them joined voluntarily, but their numbers were still limited.

She came to Mamy Restaurant today to ask Mr. Mag if he had any solutions for it.

"The north is cold and its weather is completely different from our Chaos City. The warriors will get frozen if they don't have winter wear with them." Scheer frowned. She had been busy with the cannons, so she didn't realize the severity of that problem yet.

"Yes. I have tried to transfer stock from the other areas, but the allied forces come from all races, so winter wear is in demand everywhere. It's very difficult to come up with enough numbers within a short time." Gloria nodded.

Mag was also pondering with a frown in the kitchen.

The orcs, demons and trolls, who had tough skins, would still be alright, but the humans who had weak bodies, would be seriously injured by the cold if they didn't have ample winter clothing.

However, war preparations could never be done in a few days. The incident happened suddenly and all the races had no time to prepare the large amount of winter wear at all.

After all, no race had ever considered fighting on the snowplain in the extreme north before.

Scheer pondered and then her eyes suddenly lit up. She said, "I have a solution."

"What?" Gloria looked at Scheer with anticipation.

"Tailor is a technically demanding title, so that's why there is a limited number of them in Chaos City. However, if you lower your requirements to people who can sew a winter jacket, that number will greatly increase." Scheer smilingly said, "You may not know that many poor people in Chaos City sew their own winter wear during the winter."

"You're saying… let the people in Chaos City sew the winter wear for the warriors? Oh yes! That's a great idea!" Gloria lit up her eyes. She stood up immediately and grabbed Scheer's hand agitatedly. "Thank you!"

"I-it's nothing." Scheer wasn't used to Gloria's enthusiasm.

Gloria retracted her hands and said with a blush, "I'm sorry. I got carried away. I need to go to the city lord's castle right now and ask the city lord to order the residents of Chaos City to sew the winter wear for the warriors."

As she spoke, she prepared to leave.

"Wait a sec." Mag came out of the kitchen with a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. He pressed on Gloria's shoulders gently and said, "You have to fill your stomach first even if you want to save the world. No one else can do a better job than you if you collapse."

"But…" Gloria's tummy began to growl when she smelled that aromatic Yangzhou fried rice. The intense hunger even made her feel that little stars had appeared in her eyes.

"Let's eat. I guess you'll have a busy night tonight." Mag pressed Gloria back to her seat and gave her a spoon.

"Mmm." A layer of fog appeared in Gloria's eyes and she put a spoonful of fried rice into her mouth.

The warm sensation filled her heart. The tiredness from the past few days seemed to be washed away. Her entire person was filled with blissfulness.

Scheer looked at Mag and then at Gloria before revealing an 'Oh, I see' expression.

"What do you know now?" Mag saw Scheer's expression from the corner of his eyes and raised his eyebrows. He went into the kitchen and came out with a medium-well steak shortly.

"Thank you. I shall tuck in now." Scheer nodded. She picked up the knife and fork and began eating gracefully.

Actually, she didn't eat before she came, either. The engineers suggested a few improvements for the cannons, so she wanted Mag to help her look at it. It would be great if the cannons' firepower could be improved.ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelenglish.net . Firᴇ(.)nᴇt

As for why she came to look for Mag.

Perhaps… it was just a baseless superstition.