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

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Upon hearing that, everyone looked around, and their gaze paused at a certain body part of theirs before stealthily moving on to the next person.

Babla shrank back a little.
She suddenly regretted asking that question.

“Big Sister Miya’s figure is great! Although she looks thin, her lines are beautiful.
The most important thing is… she actually has boobs!” Firis peeked out and looked at Miya enviously.

“So do I.” Gina sat up straight to bring out her full figure.

“Me too.” Angela stood up confidently.

Elizabeth crossed her arms without saying a word, but the silence was more than enough.

Jane looked at everyone, and only realized that all of them had such good figures.

“I…” Babla looked at everyone, and suddenly became depressed as she muttered under her breath, “Am still growing…”

Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere became light once again.

Babla bit her lip, and didn’t feel like she was mocked.
She was just a little bewildered.
If Miya and the rest were considered ladies with good figures, what was her figure?

“It’s alright.
Babla is still a small girl.
Just have some more tofu pudding every day, and you will grow even faster,” Miya encouraged as she put her arm around Babla’s shoulder.

“Our school’s vice-headmaster is 68 this year, and her figure is almost the same as Big Sister Babla’s,” Amy reminded.

Everyone was stunned.
After that, a roar of laughter erupted.

Babla slowly raised her brow.
She suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
If this had nothing to do with age, then she was not going to grow anymore?

Mag could not help but smile when he heard the ladies’ laughter and joyous chattering from the kitchen.
However, it did not seem too appropriate for him to join this conversation, so he continued to grind his beans quietly.

The topics of young ladies naturally didn’t just stop at body figure.
There were also fashion, relationships, childhood stories, future dreams and aspirations, whether they want to have children… They could talk about life, talk about dreams, and talk the day away.

It was just that the lives of the ladies in the restaurant were too simple.
Of course, the most important thing was that they were not good conversation starters.
That was why they could only continue dwelling on topics such as whose figure was better.

Everyone could have sat down and talked about interesting things that happened in their tribes.
For example, the heroic story of how the Frost Dragon tribe’s previous chief got the position, or the story of how the new vampire ancestor started eating grass, or even some of the sad stories of the succubus tribe’s rise and fall.
These were all topics that could go on for three days and three nights, and they definitely would not be boring.

Seems like I’ll have to find some time to do a team bonding for the restaurant’s staff to teach these ladies who aren’t good at making friends how to carry a conversation, Mag thought to himself. Tomorrow will be an off-day, but it’s the day of Mana Hot Pot Restaurant.
The team bonding will have to wait.

“Dinner’s ready.
Everyone, get ready to eat.” Mag walked out of the kitchen with a tray of food.

Everyone automatically went to help.

Babla looked at Mag and hesitated for a very long time before asking, “Boss, what’s my figure considered?”

Mag glanced at Irina, thought very seriously while looking at Babla, and said, “It’s probably little red riding hood.”

“Little red riding hood?” Babla was bewildered.

The others also look at Mag in bewilderment.
What did that mean?

“Little red riding hood is really pitiful.
Her grandma got eaten up by the wolf,” Amy mumbled as she bit into a drumstick.

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