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

he very least, do not repeat what you just said to anyone until you’re in a position of power that allows you say these things.”

“Some things I only say to the right people.” A smile also appeared on Blour’s face, and he slowly unclenched his fists.

“Looking back at my close to 800 years in this world, the elven race wasn’t in its most miserable state during the war among species when the Wind Forest was almost conquered by the demons and the orcs.
Even then, the songs of our people were never silenced, and everyone was still full of hope for the future.
But now, I can never hear those joyful songs anymore.
Picking wild fruits has become a job, and the days when you could sit on a branch and do nothing for an entire day have ceased to exist.
There is no more war, but everyone has instead become unhappy.
It’s a very depressing sight to behold.” Yngwie was slightly dejected.

“That’s why I chose to permanently reside in Chaos City.
Compared to the Wind Forest, this city is full of vitality and freedom.
I believe that this city will truly become a paradise in the future; I just hope I can live to see that day.
This is a comforting city, just like the Wind Forest was back a long time ago.” A smile appeared on Yngwie’s face, and a hint of hope reignited in his eyes as he turned to Blour.
“If you want to help the elven princess, then you must also become more powerful.
The major families have already split the entire elven race among themselves, and even the queen can only abolish a law or two from the elven laws.”

“At times like this, my stunning beauty is required to bring joy to the world.” Blour turned to Yngwie, and nodded with a serious expression as he said, “I also hope to hear the songs of freedom ringing out in the Wind Forest again someday.”

“I’d love to hear it one last time before I leave this world.” Yngwie nodded with a smile.

“The system rejects your request.”

An eye-rolling emoji followed this message.

“Are you holding a grudge, system?” Mag also couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
It appeared that the system was still angry about the tea leaves.

In response, Mag wasn’t feeling guilty in the slightest.
He had to screw over the system to earn more money-it was the way of life.

“Alright, looks like you’re not planning on earning any money, then.
In that case, I’ll just have to use Amy’s music box.
That thing has about 20 songs in it; the genres are a bit haphazardous, but it’ll suffice.” Mag got up to retrieve the music box with a calm expression.

“How can you play a song like Gokuraku Jodo in a high-end restaurant? How can customers focus on their meals while struggling not to erupt into dance and sing? It’s going to be a disaster!” The system was distraught.

“So what? That just shows how unique our restaurant is.
It’ll present a different experience to our customers.” Mag shrugged nonchalantly.

The system replied sternly, “The God of Cookery must pay attention to every single detail.
Appropriate music will enhance the dining experience significantly, while unsuitable music could have great detrimental effects.
You need to look at the statistic, and choose—”

“That’s enough, I’ll get a Jay Chou music pack first; how much will that cost?” Mag abruptly cut off the system mid-rant.

“Sorry, Jay Chou’s music is unavailable due to copyright issues.
We are currently doing our best to rectify this situation,” the system responded feebly.

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