A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Chapter 170

Chapter 170: He Might Be A Doctor Or Something

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Parbor nodded. “Fat kitten…” He extended his arms to take it.

The customers were astonished. They had thought she would say something hurtful and never let him touch the kitten, but she was acting like a sweet big sister now.

It was the first time they had seen the softer side of her. Parbor smiled happily, holding the kitten in his arms.

I knew that deep down she's kind and nice. Mag smiled. He had worried that Amy might have trouble making friends because of her acid tongue, but it had turned out she was doing just fine.

Looks like Parmer still hasn't got over the frustration from the other day. He is so compet.i.tive, Luna thought, looking at Parmer. Then she smiled when she turned to look at Amy and Parbor. Attagirl! You're still that same kind child who used to share pancakes with others.

“Seems like we don't need to intervene, after all. Sometimes, it's best for the kids to work out their own problems,” Gjergj said in a low voice, relieved.

Parmer stood frozen. She gave the kitten to Parbor?! Didn't she just say mean things to us?! He blushed; he had just said so confidently that she would never let Parbor hold it.

“Meow! Meow!” Ugly Duckling cried unhappily, trying to get away.

“Stop squirming, Ugly Duckling!” Amy called.

The kitten looked up, and when it saw Amy's angry eyes, it lowered its head right away and stopped struggling.

“Look! My scars are really fading!” the woman from before exclaimed delightedly, her cheeks a little red from excitement.

She was around 30, brown-haired, wearing a purplish green dress and an emerald necklace, looking plain but rich.

She had rolled up her sleeves, baring her horrible scars, which were very unpleasant to look at, but she was staring at them excitedly.

“Oh, are they, Lucia?” said the woman opposite her, surprised.

Lucia nodded, all smiles. “Yes. I check them every single day. My arms felt cool when I was eating this tofu pudding. Then I rolled up my sleeves, and found the scars are fading and shrinking!”

She was born into a rich family. Her arms and chest had got burnt by a bronze kettle when she was little.

Although her husband had been chosen by her parents, she loved him. It was a good thing he loved her too, but she was worried that he would get fed up with her ugly body and go find another girl, so she had been attempting every way possible to try to get rid of those hideous scars.

However, nothing had lived up to her expectations at all. She had almost given up hope.

She had come here today on the recommendation of her friend. She liked the food, of course, but more importantly, she might have found a way to rid herself of the nightmare.

Sally and Luna took a look at Lucia, surprised. They were sitting at the same table.

“I think she's right,” Luna said, looking at her left hand. She had accidentally cut her finger while chopping vegetables the day before last. A scab had formed over the wound, and now it had come right off. The skin had healed so well that no one could believe that it had been cut just two days ago.

“This tofu pudding can make scars fade?”

“I think it's good for the skin too. My face feels smoother.”

“This dish will become popular among women in no time!”

“Oh boy! I've had this scar since I was three, and now it's half gone!”

Many started checking their old scars. A happy atmosphere spread across the whole room.

“I think I'll bring my wife here tomorrow. She has been going on about that scar on her hand for years,” Gjergj said.

“Mag is a real genius,” said Harrison. “Yangzhou fried rice can relieve fatigue, roujiamo can make you stronger, and this tofu pudding can make scars fade. Furthermore, they are all very delicious! This place is practically a hospital. He might be a doctor or something.”

“What? This thing can erase scars?!” said a middle-aged man with stubble on his face. He rose quickly to his feet and torn open his s.h.i.+rt nervously.

On his strong chest were so many scars, old and new, big and small. There was even one near his heart. They were telling stories of how he had defied death over and over again.

“These scars are my pride. I need them to impress the rookies!” Yeoell said anxiously.