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

Not only did Sargeras burst his clothes, but his body was also going up in flames. The red lava inside the cracks in his skin had greatly raised the ambient temperature all of a sudden.

Mag was a little startled as he looked at Sargeras. What if a succubus ate this roujiamo… He didn’t want to picture what would happen. He felt the need to add some warnings on the menu.

Fortunately, Sargeras’ clothes were made of some special material, so they were not affected by the fire. He didn’t have to suffer the embarrassment of having no clothes on.

Two customers who were just entering were also frightened by this scene. The strong meat aroma made them swallow, but the seemingly raging lava demon sent them closing the door and backing away from the restaurant quietly.

What has Mag done to that lava demon? Why is he in combat stance? The two customers walked a few steps, but couldn’t tear themselves away from the tantalizing aroma, a little worried and surprised.

Lava demons were very powerful even among demons. They had destructive power and could burn down a house with several fireballs.

Mag is normally very kind and placid; how did he irritate that demon? If that big thing went on a rampage, he might tear this restaurant apart! they thought.

If the owner was powerful or had powerful backup, he wouldn’t worry about people making trouble.

But Mag and Amy are alone, and they are no match for that powerful demon. They were a little worried that they might not be able to eat such delicious food like Yangzhou fried rice anymore. They had come here early today to try the new dish.

The customers in the restaurant knew that Sargeras was only like this because of the roujiamo. They felt their blood running hot too after eating the roujiamo, but the effect was not very dramatic, and they felt pretty comfortable.

However, they had never thought that this demon would react so drastically—he went directly into his combat stance! They were wondering what Mag had put into the roujiamo.

Sargeras rose to his feet and took several steps back. He didn’t want to burn down the table. His blood and the lava over his body were rushing quickly. He felt the barrier that had been constraining him for so many years was finally starting to become loose. His heart was pounding with excitement.

He had tried countless ways since his power stopped growing 50 years ago. His footprints had covered more than half of the continent, yet he still hadn’t found any solution.

He had never thought that a bite of roujiamo would make his blood pump and make him feel that he was able to get to another level. He felt sparks were ignited all of a sudden.

He felt that if he continued eating, those sparks would slowly turn into big fire, and he would rise from the fire, break through the barrier, and become the first lava demon to have gone to a higher level for a hundred years.

Then, he could carry out the plan he had devised 50 years ago, and that thing under the holy lake could surface again. He became a little excited.

While the others were holding their breaths watching Sargeras, wondering if there would be other changes, Amy pointed a finger at the ashes on the ground and said, “Father, he burnt down our chair.” Then she lifted her eyes to look at Sargeras, her face full of seriousness. “You have to pay for that, Big Bald Head! You may be a demon, but my temper is very bad. Pay, or I’ll set you on fire!”

“Meow!” Ugly Duckling became angry too. It growled at Sargeras, but its voice was a little cute.

Sargeras was still immersed in his excitement. He froze for a moment, looked down at the ashes of the chair, and scratched his bald head in embarrassment.

He was in a good mood now, so he didn’t care if he had to pay for a chair. He restrained the fire, and the ambient temperature dropped a lot, but the golden red lava could still be seen flowing inside the cracks. “I’ll pay for it. But, owner, I’d like another 10 roujiamos,” he said with a wave of his hand.

Amy nodded. “Remember what you said.” There was a hint of a warning in her eyes.

The small-eyed man put down the bag and rose from his table contentedly. “Little owner, can I have the check, please?” he said to Amy as he pulled out his purse. It feels so comfortable after a roujiamo in the early morning. The refreshing feeling is just so pleasant.

Amy nodded. “One roujiamo, three gold coins.”

The small-eyed man took out three gold coins from his purse and put them on Amy’s hand. “Here, three gold coins.” Then, he said goodbye to Mag, walked sideways to keep his distance from Sargeras, and walked out.

“Three… Owner, your bread is three gold coins each?! Then how much do I owe you for this chair?” Sargeras asked as he looked at Mag with his widened eyes. He touched his purse subconsciously. As far as he was concerned, three gold coins was not expensive at all for such a powerful bread, but he only had a dozen gold coins in his purse now, so he couldn’t afford to buy 10 roujiamos even if he didn’t have to pay for that chair.

Other customers looked in their direction, wondering how much he had to pay for such a chair. The restaurant’s decoration style made them comfortable. The tables and chairs were simple but not plain, of classic style.

Mag nodded, smiling. “Yes, roujiamo is three gold coins each.” Then he cast a glance at the ashes and asked in his mind, “System, how much is this chair?”

“One customized chair, 10 gold coins,” the system answered slowly.

Mag’s mouth curled downwards. “10? Are you trying to rip him off?” Mag asked. Although the chair is of high quality, the price is a little too high.

“All the tables and chairs are made from the same tree, which was hundreds of years old and grew in the Wind Forest. The growth rings and coloration on them are completely identical, making them a real feast to the eyes. Now there are only five of these chairs left. You’d better order now while supplies last,” the system answered calmly.

“You use elves’ holy spring to water your rice, and use their hundreds of years old tree to make tables and chairs. You really have little regard for my life, don’t you?” Mag didn’t feel comfortable with the way the system did things.

Be that as it might, the system had really gone to great lengths to raise the restaurant’s style. His restaurant might be the only one in the whole Chaos City to use tables and chairs made from trees in the Wind Forest.

“I have everything under control. Don’t worry, and don’t underestimate me,” the system said, a little irritated.

Mag paid no mind to the system. He looked at Sargeras and said with a smile. “This chair is ten gold coins.”

“Thirteen… Thirteen gold coins?!” Sargeras looked down at the gold coins in his hand.

Amy stood on tiptoe and took a look. “Thirteen gold coins, Big Bald Head,” she said, nodding.