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

Bobby walked into the theater and the surroundings that suddenly turned dark made him a little disoriented. He tripped on a chair's leg and almost fell down.

"Be careful, Young Master!" Pascal quickly reached out to hold him, but he was secretly feeling happy inwardly.

It seemed like his guess was correct. This Black Cat Opera was still as poor as ever.

The performance was about to start and yet the theater was still pitch dark. They couldn't even bear to light up a lamp.

Although they changed the venue to an indoor one, he guessed not many people would want to come to such a theater. This opera troupe most likely still survived by eating dirt.

However, the few actors that he poached from Black Cat Opera were really good to use.

Not only were they professional, they didn't eat much or want much. They had basically become the main support of Maca Opera.

Although Bobby paid quite well, what made him go after Black Cat Opera so relentlessly was because he wanted to poach the remaining actors.

As for that uncontrollable woman, it would be best if Bobby could bring her away.

He couldn't help but be scared when he thought of how she scratched him bloody that day.

He didn't understand why Young Master Bobby liked such a type?

Perhaps he had a fetish and liked to be beaten up?

"Don't let people know that we know each other." Bobby pulled his hand away from Pascal and arranged his clothes.

"Sure, sure." Pascal nodded smartly and quickly walked two steps forward.

The opera house was rather big. After all, it had taken over the previous location of a circus.

However, even though those long benches were neatly arranged, it still looked very miserable.

Apart from a few people sitting in the front row, the entire venue was empty. It looked very deserted.

Bobby swept a quick look across the theater and sighed secretly.

The Black Cat Opera was still deserted even after it shifted to Romo Street.

One had to know that there were two taverns who had just received the gold awards at the liquor tasting and attracted plenty of attention on Romo Street. He had gone to Titan Tavern for a drink with his friends earlier.

He was still worried that Vicki had found a financial backer when Pascal brought him here today. Looking at the situation now, it appeared it was the way Pascal had described.ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

He was sure that the Black Cat Opera simply took over this building and used it as a temporary theater.

"Miss Vicki is a maiden with a noble character. She must have her reasons for doing such a thing. For her to end up suffering like this, I'm simply too useless." Bobby was deep in his self-reproach.

"Usually, there aren't many people watching the afternoon show, but the maestro insists on having two shows a day," Mala explained to Mag.

"Hmm. It's good to have more practice." Mag nodded. His gaze swept over the empty opera house and landed on Pascal and Bobby, who had just entered the theater.

"Father, isn't that the maestro of that opera troupe that made us sleepy?" Amy asked softly.

"Oh yes." Mag smiled too. He remembered the man walking in the front too, it was the maestro of the opera troupe that they had gone to for the first time.

If he remembered correctly, it was called Maca Opera. Its actors were quite amateurish, their performance was very slip-shod and their singing was sleep-inducing.

The only good point was that it was really very nice to fall asleep to.

If he had released a viewing guide, it would say: please bring your own pillow and blanket.

Speaking of which, he should be Black Cat Opera's competitor, so what was he doing here? Trying to cause trouble?

Mag looked at the young master in luxurious clothes behind him. He heard their conversation earlier, so looking at it, this should be the boss.

As Black Cat Opera's behind the scenes shareholder, Mag sat tight and prepared to watch a good show.

What a joke. Miss Black Cat wasn't a kitten who could be easily bullied, since she could lead a group of dependents and survive at the bottom of society.

In comparison, that young master looked like the real weakling.

Pascal walked over to the stage and looked around. He went straight backstage after he failed to see anyone.

Bobby found a seat in the first row. He looked calm but he couldn't help shaking his right leg, which exposed his perturbed emotions.

An angry yell sounded behind him as soon as Pascal pulled open the curtain, "Sir, this is the backstage… You darn fatty! What are you doing here again?!"

Pascal's hand trembled and the curtain fell away from his hand. He couldn't help taking two steps backwards.

"This maestro is weak." Mag frowned slightly. He was scared by one of the actors.

The curtain was pulled back again and Mister Ibaka in black opulent clothes stepped out. He looked awe-inspiring when he glared at Pascal.

Mister Ibaka played the role of Miss Black Cat's father in the opera, who was a rich old master.

Ibaka, who was already immersed in his role, crushed Pascal with his presence. Pascal actually didn't dare to answer him at that moment.

"Who's that?" Bobby was also sizing up Ibaka carefully. This man in grand clothes had a certain prestige and he looked even more majestic than his father.

"Y-you're the actor that played the master?!" Pascal only recognized Ibaka after looking at him for some time. Apart from feeling amused, he also felt angry that he was actually frightened by a small actor.

Right then, an energetic voice spoke up from behind the curtain and an elegant lady dressed in opulent clothes walked out. She reproached Pascal with a severe gaze, "Ha. Where did this imbecile come from? How dare you make trouble here?"

Pascal was terrified by this reproach. Even a noble lady might not have such an overwhelming presence, so he couldn't help but size her up again.

Even though Maca Opera had never been popular, he had seen many people from the upper society too. He was rather sensitive to how the rich were dressed. This woman's attire and pose were much more noble than many noble ladies.

A gentleman at the side chuckled and said, "Yo. The actors all have new clothes today."

Pascal only regained his wits at that moment. This was no noble lady, either. She was just an actor who was used to playing a rich lady.

Pascal didn't expect to be frightened by two actors twice in a row. He couldn't help being furious and angrily said, "Y-you two, get lost!"

"Get lost! Ha…" Someone sneered and the curtain was pulled up. Vicki walked out and coldly said to Pascal, "Who the heck are you?"

Even though the petite Vicki was standing among the actors, her presence couldn't be concealed.

That arrogant gaze was just as if a noble young mistress was looking down at rotten scum on the ground.

It was just like… the arrival of a young mistress!