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

plan of selling the Great Old Ones that he and the system collaborated on together.

He had to first find a suitable shopfront as the first shop selling the octopus tentacles.

Next, he would have to create a supply chain for the octopus tentacles, from fishing at the Boundless Sea Realm to transportation and sales.

The octopus tentacles provided by the System could be sent straight to the shop, but once his business got big, it would naturally attract some attention, and there might be a problem of explaining the source of his ingredients.

In the face of suspicion, shouting “I, Alex, am not a cheat!” would be useless.

This was a business that required tons in stock.
Even if half a kilogram of octopus tentacles were sold at 50 copper coins, the daily sales would still be at least 5,000,000 copper coins.

“A vegetable seller earns more than a cook indeed…” Mag pressed his lips together after doing some mental calculations.

***

The Moreton Manor, in the meeting room.

Jeffree took a sip of tea, and listened expressionlessly to Madam Denise who poured out her discontent as she wept.
Cyril and his family of four stood at the side, looking equally bitter, as though they had suffered a grave injustice.

“Master, you have no idea.
The moment we stepped out of Chaos City, Gloria acted as though she was the head of the house.
Throughout the entire journey, she kept ordering us around.
She did not even take me, her grandmother, seriously.
Tell me… how can I put up with this injustice?

“If it was like that even for me, our pitiful son, Cyril, and his family had been treated even worse.
Although they had been very compliant towards Gloria throughout the entire journey, she had never been nice to them, and they were eating food worse than animal feed.
She almost chased them out of the manor…

“Tell me… you said that she was merely an inheritor at the moment, and she was already so callous.
If she really became the head of the family, would we still have a place in this family? Master, you have to be our judge,” Denise said as she wiped her tears.

“Grandfather, you have to be our judge,” Herty and Herny added as they cried.
Their eyes, which were stung red by chili, did look the part.

Aviva also wiped her tears at the side, sobbing occasionally to make her presence felt.

Cyril looked down silently, and peeked at Jeffree to watch changes in his expression while he gasped in awe at his mother’s acting skills.
She was probably the only one in the family who could make up a story, and even recount it as though it’d actually happened while crying.

“Are you done?” Jeffree, who had been silent, asked coldly as he watched Denise wipe her tears away.

Denise was stunned.
She felt as though Jeffree had seen through her, and could not help but feel a little guilty.
She lowered her voice a little as she said, “Master, I think you have to give it a good thought before making the decision.
Cyril was wrong in the past, but he has already learned from his mistakes, and will change for the better.
He is after all your son.
Only a man can carry the responsibility of this family.”

“Is Gloria back?” Jeffree asked the people outside.

“Master, Miss Gloria has just returned to the Manor, and should be resting in her courtyard,” Manard said courteously.

“Get her to come over here for a while.” Jeffree nodded.

“Yes.” Manard turned and left.

“All of you have said so much.
It’s time to let Gloria tell her side of the story to see if it was really as what you’ve said.” Jeffree watched the slight change in everyone’s expression and scoffed.

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