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

Amy, can you say that Mag Uncle and Irina elder sister can bring Shirley and elder sister back? Anna sat beside the bed, looking at the stars outside the window, and whispered a little worriedly.

“Trust me … must … you can …” Amy sat with Ugly Duckling in her head, sitting drowsy beside Anna, struggling to support her eyelids and replied.

“Meow wu ~” Ugly Duckling also raised his eyelids and answered complied in a confused way.

“But why haven’t they come back for so long?” Anna said a little worriedly.

“Roast duck … roast duck’s legs are so sweet … hehe …” Amy bit Ugly Duckling’s head with a smile.

Ugly Duckling, who was drowsy, had her eyes widened suddenly, turning her head slowly and looking at Amy with some fear.

Anna looked back at Amy, got up helplessly and flattened her, then covered her with a small quilt, lowered the light in the room, and sat down by the window, holding her chin in her hands and waiting.

I don’t know how long it has been.

“Anna.” Blour pushed open the door and looked at Anna who was asleep by the window, and her eyes became red instantly.

As if awakened by the sound of opening the door, Anna looked up in the direction of the door.

“Blour big brother!” Anna’s eyes flashed suddenly, almost jumping from her chair, and she flew into Blour’s arms, sobbing, “You finally came back, I thought you don’t want Anna anymore.”

“Anna, I’m back, sorry to worry you.” Blour hugged Anna, apologizing.

“Am I dreaming? Blour big brother, are you really back?” Anna shed tears and looked up at Blur, still unbelievable.

“No, I’m back, I’m really back.” Blour reached out to help her shed tears, and shook his head with some distress.

I dare not imagine how Anna spends this time, but he is occupied by hatred in his heart and mind, almost forgetting that she is still waiting for him.

“Uh-huh.” Anna nodded, reached out and touched the scar on the corner of Blour’s eyebrows, begging a little distressed, “Can’t you leave Anna again, don’t leave Anna alone.”

“Okay, it won’t happen again,” Blour promised solemnly.

“Just come back, you don’t have to worry about it.” Mag stood outside the door, looking at the two with a smile, looking over the two, and glancing at Amy who was still sleeping hu hu, Little Brat was really not at all Affected.

“Boss.” Blour took Anna and turned to look at Mag, gratefully said: “Thank you for taking care of Anna for this time.”

“Anna has helped a lot in the store during this time, and she was very happy with Amy.” Mag smiled and shook her head, and said, “Live here tonight, I’m afraid you are over to the Elf Embassy. It’s not convenient anymore. “

“No need, my clansman is already in Chaos city, I can find them.” Blour shook his head and thought for a moment: “I need 3 days to heal my injuries, and I will continue to work in the restaurant.”

“Five days, when you’re up and coming back to work.” Mag didn’t stop him, helped Anna pack her luggage, and sent them out of the restaurant.

“Do you think he’s Shirley, or Blour?” Irina appeared next to Mag, looking at the silhouette of the one big and one small walking away from the end of the long street, and asked.

“He is Bluur and Shirley.” Mag Wei said with a smile: “This may not conflict at all. He enjoys 2 identities and is also substituted into it.”

Irina frowned for a moment, looking thoughtful nodded.

“Does Sally say anything?” Mag closed the door and asked casually.

“She will be the best Princess of the Elf family after me.” Irina said in a tranquil voice.

“High evaluation.” Mag glanced at Irina a bit unexpectedly, after all, the height she could reach was beyond the reach of most Elf.

“But you seem to be interested in her?” Irina’s eyes turned to Mag.

“As a boss, it’s normal to care about employees.” Mag said resolutely.

“She is now Princess of the Elf family, not your employee.”

“It doesn’t matter, what’s important is that she used to be, that’s enough.” Mag calmly said: “I’m a single thought old person.”

“I heard you met a desert flower at the border before meeting me?”

“Cough cough, shouldn’t there be such a thing? I seem to have forgotten something after my injury. I don’t remember any deserts or anything.” Mag was a little flustered, he really didn’t remember this pot, what desert flower, He didn’t know at all, shouldn’t it be Medusa who stays in the desert?

“Hehe, you sleep in the study tonight.” Irina turned upstairs, her mouth slightly angled.

Mag let out his hands and went upstairs somewhat helplessly.

Picking back Bluur, a stone in my heart fell.

Sally is still the cool and cold kind girl in his memory, but unfortunately this operation cannot reveal her identity, otherwise she should bring some specialties of the restaurant.

……

“Sir, someone found this bloody cloth in the territory of the Morris family. The blood beast confirmed that the blood on it was that of Bluur.” An Elf quickly walked into the great hall with a piece of cloth, facing Elliot put his hands up.

“The Morris family is on the border. Could it be that Blour has left the Forest of wind through their territory?” Elliot looked angrily at the thank-you words above, although the name was not written, the blood beast had confirmed the identity of the person who wrote it.

“Send someone to surround me with the Morris family, and take Morris to the Star Mansion Cave Mansion, decided by the Great Elder.” Elliot took a cloth and hurried out, didn’t expect Morris on the surface with the text Sentral does not stand up, but does such things.

……

“Look, what’s hanging on that tree?” Outside of Gibson’s territory, a team of Elf holding torch stopped and the team leader’s Elf waved off the cloth hanging on the tree and looked at the handwriting on it Immediately, he said, “Come on, go to the Brewster Family Territory! We may be getting rich!”

……

“Young Master, you’re finally back.” Ingwe stood in front of the courtyard, watching Blour holding Anna’s hand, tears flashing in the wrinkled eyes.

“Failed to kill the enemy and failed to repay his father.” Blour’s eyes dropped slightly.

“Since patriarch chose to justify death, he never wanted you to avenge him.” Ingwe’s voice sank slightly.

“How can I endure the hatred of my father?” Blour pursed.

“Is this the purpose of Night elf?”

Blour looked up at Ingwe, his lips trembled, and finally shook the head.

“Come in, just come back.” Ingwe reached for the saluted in his hand and turned into the yard.

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