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

Chapter 639 If You Don’t Understand, I Can Teach You

Everyone’s attention was drawn by Amy’s voice, upon which their eyes widened in unison.

Amy was holding one corner of the black-robed servant’s robes, while the rest of it was draped onto the floor. As a result, the servant was revealed to be a thin and wiry cat hovering in the air with its green eyes wide open as if it had been frozen in shock.

Mistress Bartoli’s servant was a cat?!

“Meow!”

Ugly Duckling had already climbed onto Amy’s shoulder, and it cried out as it leaped high into the air, extending a tiny paw to swat the black cat on the head.

“Smack.”

The paw didn’t land with much of an impact at all.

Ugly Duckling tumbled through the air before rolling onto the ground, finally ending up on its backside, looking as if it had been hurt more by the fall than the black cat had been hurt by its paw strike.

“Argh!”

However, the paw smack had brought the frozen black cat back to its senses, and all of its smooth black fur immediately bristled. It let loose a sharp scream before diving into Mistress Bartoli’s arms, where it nestled, trembling uncontrollably.

“Scaredy-cat Caesar.” Amy was giggling in delight.

“You’re so embarrassing, Little Black! How could you be so terrified of a little kitten?” Camilla was reprimanding the black cat, but her smile indicated that she wasn’t actually angry. Instead, she was looking at Ugly Duckling with a hint of a smile on her face.

Mag looked down at Amy with a resigned expression. She really was a little naughty at times. Even he was surprised that a black cat would be hiding under the cloak, but he really did have to find an opportunity to educate Amy on banquet etiquette.

The farcical episode caused by Amy completely ruined the serious atmosphere that greeted the arrival of the president and the city lord, and no one knew how to react.

“Pffft! It’s that Little Amy! She conjured up a black cat!” Vivian’s eyes lit up, and she almost laughed out loud.

“Indeed, it’s Mr. Mag and Amy. Amy seems to have caused a bit of trouble…” Luna’s expression lit up, but she was then concerned at the sight of the expressions on the faces around them.

Jeffree also turned his attention to Mag, upon which his brows furrowed slightly. However, he quickly withdrew his gaze and resumed his stern expression.

City Lord Michael also turned toward the commotion. As his gaze settled on Mag and Amy, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, but a smile appeared on his face as he made his way toward them.

Cyril’s eyes lit up as he saw Michael approaching Mag and Amy. If he could curry the city lord’s favor, then he would be able to recover his dignity, which had been swept to the ground. As such, he strode forward and looked at Amy as he said coldly, “Hmph, you uncultured brat! You shouldn’t even be here in the first place! How dare you disrespect the city lord like that? You two-“

Before Cyril had finished his tirade, Michael had already walked right past him. He looked at Mag and Amy with a smile, and said, “Boss Mag, Little Amy, I didn’t expect to see you two here. I thought your restaurant didn’t join the Chamber of Commerce.”

“City Lord.” Mag nodded in a greeting, and also smiled as he replied, “Our restaurant indeed refrained from joining the Chamber of Commerce, but we were invited to the banquet by Young Mistress Scheer today.”

Amy pointed at Cyril with a pitiable expression, and said, “Uncle City Lord, that baddie keeps growling at me. I’m scared.”

“Who dares to growl at our adorable Little Amy?” Michael’s brows furrowed as he turned to look at Cyril.

Cyril’s expression had already stiffened when he heard Michael greeting Mag and Amy, and his flesh was crawling as he heard Michael’s displeased words. He forced a sheepish smile onto his face as he said, “City Lord, I think there’s a misunderstanding here.”

“Who are you?” Michael’s brows furrowed even deeper as he looked at Cyril.

Cyril’s expression stiffened even further. He didn’t think that Michael wouldn’t even know who he was. However, Michael was far too important for him to criticize, so he could only give him a rushed self-introduction. “I’m Cyril Moreton, a board member of the Chamber of Commerce.”

As he spoke, he cast a surreptitious glance at Jeffree. The sight of Jeffree’s frosty expression made him feel as if his heart had been plunged into a glacial pit.

Michael also glanced at Jeffree before turning back to Cyril as he said, “It is the basic requirement of a gentleman to be respectful and loving to little girls[1]. If you don’t understand, I can teach you.”

“Yes! Yes! You’re right!” Cyril hurried nodded in response. There was already cold sweat beading on his forehead.

“Have fun, Little Amy.” Michael turned back to Amy with a warm smile before glancing at Camilla and her black cat.

“Long time no see, City Lord.” Camilla met his gaze with a smile.

“It’s good to see you here tonight, Mistress Bartoli. I hope you can also have a good night.” Michael nodded with a smile, and cast one last meaningful look at her before joining Jeffree again.

“Just who are those two?”

“I’m wondering the exact same thing! Young Mistress Scheer invited them to the banquet, and even the city lord is looking out for them!”

“I heard the conference between the demons and dragons was held at Mamy Restaurant instead of Ducas Restaurant. This restaurant owner is definitely no ordinary person.”

“That man’s attire is so unique, and he’s really handsome as well! It’s a pity that he already has a daughter.”

As Michael and Jeffree made their way over to the VIP area, everyone was looking at Mag with new eyes. Many people were discussing Mag and his daughter in hushed tones, and quite a few young women had developed an interest in him.

“Teacher Luna! Big Sister Vivian!” Amy quickly caught sight of Luna and Vivian. She rushed over to them before walking in a circle around Luna, who was wearing a plain green dress and her usual white silk scarf. Amy’s eyes lit up as she praised, “Teacher Luna, you’re so beautiful today.”

“What about me?” Vivian stepped forward to try and untangle Luna. Her aqua dress complemented her figure to perfection, and the slits running up the sides of the dress revealed large sections of her gorgeous long legs.

Amy carefully assessed Vivian before firmly siding with Luna. “Big Sister Vivian is also very beautiful, but Teacher Luna is more beautiful.”

“Tsk, you’re way too biased!” Vivian pursed her lips before turning to Luna with a smile as she said, “Having said that, though, I also think you look really beautiful today. Barring any mishaps, you should get the award for best-dressed of the night.”

“Stop it, you two.” Luna chuckled with an expression of feigned anger.

At the mention of the best-dressed for the night, many women turned their attention to Scheer and Camilla. Scheer in her red dress and Camilla in her black dress were both extremely attractive in their own unique ways, making onlookers unable to look away nor muster the courage to compete with them.

Surely only one of these two could be best-dressed for the night?

At this moment, the attendant was just about to retire for the night when he received another invitation letter, and a conflicted look appeared on his face.

[1] Remember, platonically!