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

Chapter 612 You Sure Are Efficient!

“I accept your conditions.” Babla looked at Mag, and was silent for a long while before finally nodding her head.
However, she quickly added, “I may be your employee now, but all of you have to treat me like a princess.
I’m the only princess of the moon nation, and I could become the queen someday.”

Mag shook his head.
In an implacable voice, he said, “Seeing as you know that you’re my employee, you should act like an employee.
My restaurant doesn’t need any princesses; it needs a hard-working waitress.”

This guy is so insolent! Babla grumbled internally.
However, she could only suppress her rage at the sight of his stern expression.
This man was completely different from all the men she had encountered before.

“We welcome you as a member of our Mamy Restaurant! The restaurant is going to open soon, so we have to eat now.
As for the specific details, I’ll discuss them with you after the lunch service.
You don’t need to do anything during the lunch service other than watch Miya work.
Your mission is to be able to do the job that she does on your own one day.” A benevolent smile appeared on Mag’s face as he delivered a set of instructions.
He took a glance at the clock on the wall before sitting down again to eat.

“Welcome! Welcome!” Amy clapped her little hands together and looked at Babla with a smile as she said, “Hello, Big Sister Babla, my name is Amy.”

“Hello, I’m Yabemiya; you can call me Miya.
I look forward to working with you,” Yabemiya greeted Babla with a warm smile.

“Aisha.” Sally nodded as part of a minimalistic self-introduction.

“You may refer to me as the honorable… Forget it, I give you all special permission to call me Babla.” A sense of warmth suddenly welled up in her heart as she looked at everyone’s smiles.
She nodded in response to everyone’s introductions before also taking a seat at the dining table.

“I’m Mag; you can call me Boss like they do,” Mag said with a smile.
He was looking for a waitress, and one turned up literally out of thin air.
If it weren’t for the fact that the system hadn’t said anything, he would have thought that it had been responsible for bringing this waitress to him.

He had ended up with a princess as a waitress at the price of nine roast beef kebabs; that was quite a good deal in his opinion.
If Babla could take over from Yabemiya, then she would be able to focus more attention and energy on the ice cream shop.
He was very much looking forward to how much profit the new shop would make.

“Big Sister Babla, Father can make other super delicious dishes aside from roast beef,” Amy remarked with a serious look as she picked up a roujiamo and took a bite.

“I only want to eat roast meat right now.” Babla wasn’t tempted by Amy’s words.

Everyone quickly finished their lunch, leaving only Amy and Babla still eating at the table.
Mag glanced at the clock on the wall before quickly rushing over to the restaurant entrance.
What was supposed to be a leisurely lunch had been made rather rushed and urgent by the sudden arrival of Babla, but they thankfully finished just in time.

“Welcome.” Mag pushed open the restaurant doors and greeted all of the customers outside with a smile.

As usual, Krassu and Urien entered the restaurant first, and both of them immediately turned to appraise Babla in unison.

“That’s…!” Urien looked at the pink crescent moon insignia on Babla’s glabella, and a sharp look appeared in his eyes.

“Could it be… that she was teleported here? The teleportation formation below the restaurant leads to that place?” Krassu was also quite stunned.

“Hello, Master Half-beard, Master Turtle.” Amy waved at the two of them while holding a roujiamo.

Hmm? What powerful magic waves.
Those two old men seem to be just as powerful as Father and Master.
Could it be that they’re also great magic casters? But isn’t this continent supposed to be pitifully weak with no great magic casters? Babla had also turned her gaze toward Krassu and Urien, upon which a rather surprised look appeared on her face.

Krassu and Urien glanced at each other, but didn’t say anything.
They say down in their usual seats and made their usual orders.

Harrison walked in through the door and looked at Babla with a curious expression as he asked, “Who’s that, Boss Mag? Is she a new waitress?”

“That’s right.
She was only hired today, and isn’t officially working yet.” Mag nodded with a smile.

“You sure are efficient!” Harrison gave Mag a thumbs-up.

Mag smiled and didn’t say anything.
It was more so his luck than his efficiency that should be commended.

The customers filed in and quickly filled the entire restaurant.
Babla’s mouth gaped open slightly as she held her last kebab.
She looked at all of the customers stating their orders to Yabemiya, and she felt as if her head had instantly been overwhelmed by information overload.

So many dishes and so many customers, all with different requirements; how was it possible to memorize so much information in such a short time? Babla’s confidence was beginning to waver.

In a study in the Moreton manor, a middle-aged man informed, “Young Master, Young Mistress Gloria has been busy sorting through the excess stock in her textiles shop these past few days.
She also hired many seamstresses; apparently, she’s producing clothes.”

“Making clothes? Hasn’t the Blue Suede Textiles Shop been incurring losses for years? Have the orders suddenly increased since she took over?” Cyril raised an eyebrow as he turned to the middle-aged man with a slightly nervous expression.

The fact that Gloria had become a candidate to the Moreton Family heirloom was a constant thorn in his side.
Even though she only received a textiles shop that had been incurring losses for years on end, he still had to keep an eye on her.

The middle-aged man shook his head, and replied, “That’s not the case.
The Blue Suede Textiles Shop hasn’t received many new orders, and no one has come to them with orders to design clothes; their situation is still the same as before.
According to an employee from the Blue Suede Textiles Shop, Young Mistress Gloria seems to be planning to produce ready-made clothes of set sizes before selling them.”

“Hehe, what kind of idiot would buy ready-made clothes? Everyone wants to wear tailor-made clothing that fits them perfectly.
Who would buy clothes without even having their measurements taken? Looks like I’ve overestimated Gloria; she’s just a desperate little girl stumbling around like a headless chicken.” A deriding sneer appeared on Cyril’s face as he said coldly, “I’m looking forward to seeing what kind of results she can present to the president at the conclusion of her one-month deadline.”

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