A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Chapter 1277

Chapter 1277: Has She Practiced It Before?

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Seeing how the atmosphere slowly turned awkward, Mag's brow knitted slightly together as he thought of how he should give explanations for the next question.

“The princess had just arrived at Chaos City, and she had not found a place to stay. She was too exhausted after the battle in the morning, so we could only trouble the boss to lend us a bedroom,” Firis quickly explained. She looked a little apologetically at Mag. “I'm sorry to have troubled you.”

“N-no problem. It's nothing much.” Mag shook his head with a smile. How could it be trouble when she was his wife?

Upon hearing Firis's words, everyone no longer seemed so confused. Since she put it that way, there did not seem to be a problem.

Besides, they saw Alex with their eyes today. He was the man riding on a griffin, a completely different kind of person compared to Mag.

“Go take a seat for a while more. We'll start dinner when everyone's back,” Mag said, and turned to walk into the kitchen to prepare for the hot pot and barbeque.

“That was such a great nap.” Irina opened her eyes and stretched with a smile.

She could finally relax and have a good rest in the comfort of a soft and warm bed after being so tense for months. It was great to feel mentally and physically satisfied.

Suddenly, she felt movement beside her. She turned her head to take a look and saw Amy looking back at her with her large eyes and a sweet smile.

“Mother, you are really beautiful,” Amy complimented.

“Mm-hm. Little Amy has great taste.” Irina nodded with a smile. There was nothing more blissful than being able to wake up with Amy in her arms and hear her compliment her.

“Growl.”

Just then, both their stomachs grumbled.

They exchanged glances and laughed out loud at the same time.

“Alright, let's get some food.” Irina got up, and her long silver hair that reached her calves flowed down like a waterfall. Sleeping did not seem to make her hair lose its softness and l.u.s.ter.

She picked Amy up from the bed, and helped her get changed clumsily.

“Mother, can you tie my hair up into a bun?” Amy asked Irina as she scratched her messy head and sat on the bed.

“A bun?” Irina looked at Amy with bewilderment.

“It's like tying your hair up into a bun.” Amy pointed at her head, and continued, “Father is really good at it. Don't you know how to do it?”

“W-who says? I'm way better than him,” Irina said confidently. She could not lose to Mag when it came to hair-tying.

It's just a bun on top of the head. Will it really look good? Irina was a little dubious of Mag's beauty standards.

“I'm ready.” Amy sat properly with her little dressing box in her arms.

Irina smoothened Amy's soft hair, and asked, “Does Little Amy want a big bun or a small bun?”

“You can even make a big bun?” Amy was shocked. Father had always tied a small bun for her, and she never had a big bun before.

“Of course, I am invincible.” Irina nodded confidently.

“Then I want a big bun. I love big buns.” Amy nodded as she looked at her reflection expectantly through the mirror.

“If it's a big bun…” Irina was slightly hesitant before her 10 long fingers started fiddling around on Amy's head.

“Father, does my big bun look good?” Amy shouted to Mag as she ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“What!?” Mag, who was about to taste his soup, turned around and looked at Amy, who had a huge hollow bun resting on the top of her head like a bird's nest. His hand shook and the soup spilled.

What kind of surreal hairstyle is this?

“Meow~”

When it heard Amy's voice, Ugly Duckling, which was taking a nap on the counter, opened its eyes and jumped as it looked at Amy with its fur bristling.

When everyone else saw Amy's new hairstyle, they were also shocked. They'd never seen Boss do up such a wild hairstyle for Amy before.

Mag was thinking about how to comment on that impressive bird's nest-like hairstyle. After all, not everyone could pull off such a hairstyle, much less the cute Amy.

“I was the one who did it for Little Amy,” Irina said as she arrived at the kitchen door. She was a little proud, and a little nervous.

Mag looked at Irina, who seemed very proud of her work, and swallowed the words that he was about to blurt out. He quickly squeezed out a sincere smile, and told Amy, “It's really beautiful. It's better than the little bun I do up for you. I'm sure the birds would love it if you went out.”

“Wow, Big Sister Irina is good indeed.” Amy turned to look at Irina with little stars sparkling in her eyes.

“Piece of cake. I can do it for you any time as long as you like it.” Irina smiled. It was indeed satisfying to be able to receive Little Amy's compliment. She glanced at Mag gently.

Mag turned back to continue tasting his soup. He heaved a long sigh of relief. Luckily I'm witty enough not to blurt things out.

So it's Princess Irina who did it. Everyone suddenly didn't find the hairstyle so weird. This might just be the latest fas.h.i.+on in the Wind Forest. Although it did look a little weird, it was still justifiable since the Wind Forest was very close to nature.

Firis looked at Irina in shock. Her Highness left her hair down precisely because she did not want to tie it up. Her hair, which had been kissed by the G.o.d of Life, would not tangle up or fall.

“Your… Your… Your Highness, I am your loyal fan. I've been idolizing you ever since I was young. Can I please have your autograph?” Connie dashed over in an instant, and stopped in front of Irina. She gave a 90-degree bow, and pa.s.sed her a piece of paper and a pen.

“An orc? A Catwoman?” Irina looked at Connie's slightly trembling pink ears, and could not help but reach over to give it a slight pinch.

“Ngh~!”

Connie, who was still bending over, whimpered. Her legs went jelly, and she fell to the ground right in front of Irina. She looked up at Irina with a reddened face and watery eyes as she panted slightly.

Has she practiced it before? How can she fall so skillfully? Irina retracted her hand and looked at Connie with interest. This little fellow was quite interesting. It was as though there was a switch on her ear that would make her fall when it was pinched. She was even more curious when she saw her kitten-ears turn even pinker, and she asked, “What would happen if I blew into your ear?”

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