A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World - Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Different Kinds Of Waitresses
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Mag lifted an eyebrow. What the hell?! This agency even goes as low as to look for female and male escorts for its clients?
Although it was still early in the morning, this job-finding service was crammed with various species—humans, orcs, demons, and even elves. They were all staring at the wall covered with ads. Every once in a while, someone would call out a number, and then the one that had been called would talk more with a worker here. It seemed they were all looking for a job, and they got along well with each other.
A voluptuous succubus walked towards the job-finding service. She gave Mag the glad eye, but Mag showed no interest. She took back her gaze and turned to look at the special section. Her eyes lit up. “Hey, I’d like to be this one’s girlfriend. I think I can earn 10 gold coins a night,” she shouted towards the door.
“Coming,” a voice answered immediately. Then, a middle-aged bald man with a mustache trotted out. He took a glance at Mag and Amy first, and then walked over to the succubus with a smile. “Miss Barbar, I think you can earn 15 gold coins a night with your skills. Come on in and register. We’ll inform the client today, and maybe you can start working tonight.”
She nodded. “Thank you.” Then she whipped her scarlet hair towards Mag and walked inside, wiggling her sweet body. 1
Mag frowned at her cheap perfume. He had seen all kinds of women in his previous life, and most despised those who felt good wearing heavy makeup. 6
His taste in women had changed several times as he aged, but he had never seen attraction in this kind of women. He even found them repulsive. The succubus he had met before was much better, but he wasn’t attracted to her.
“Humph!” Amy gave the succubus a wary look and lowered her hand. This white-faced woman even tried to seduce Father. If she dared to come closer, I’d let her taste my fireball. 9
“Good morning. I’m Crease, the owner of this job-finding service. Can I help you with anything?” said the middle-aged bald man, smiling at Mag and Amy. 1
The cute half-elf girl startled him. By the look of him, he should be wealthy, he thought. 2
And he has a half-elf daughter. That means he is very wealthy. After all, it’s difficult for a man to marry an elf girl, and even more difficult for him to wander around with a half-elf daughter. He must have an outrageous amount of money.
“I’m looking for a waitress for my restaurant.” At first, Mag thought this job-finding service was a little despicable. Then he remembered he was in a different world. It’s nothing compared to the red-light districts on Aden Square. This agency is pretty big, so they should have more resources. 1
Crease nodded. “Do you have any specific requirements?” he asked. “We have three kinds of waitresses. We have the ones that are normal-looking, work hard, and ask for a low salary; we have the ones that are relatively good-looking, work diligently, and ask for a moderate salary; lastly, the ones that are good-looking and ask for a high salary. The good-looking ones include three species: humans, succubi, and elves. They demand a short working time and a not heavy workload.” 4
Mag raised an eyebrow. “So the salary is based on prettiness?” he asked. The good-looking ones don’t need to work hard to get well paid. I guess pretty ones get all the advantages in this world.
“A pretty waitress can raise a restaurant’s earnings by much, especially a good-looking progressive succubus. She will double your profit on drinks, so it’s a pretty good investment,” he said softly. Then, he smiled, and added, “Besides, many good-looking waitresses don’t mind having an affair with young restaurateurs. You can hire another two hard-working waitresses to do your work. Sounds good, right?” 5
Mag shook his head slightly. “Can I look at the relatively good-looking ones’ files?” He understood very well what Crease meant, but he had never thought about using several voluptuous waitresses to attract customers. He disdained to do that. What he really needed was a very diligent waitress of few words. Of course, she had to be relatively good-looking at least. He didn’t want her ruining his customers’ appetite. 9
He didn’t mind giving her a high salary as long as she could meet his requirements. His business was booming, so an employee’s salary was nothing compared to her contributions toward improving efficiency. He didn’t need useless but good-looking waitresses.
Crease nodded. “Of course. Please come in. Our reception room is on the second floor. You can read their files there. Take your time.” He led Mag and Amy into the building.
Half an hour later, Mag walked out with Amy disappointedly. There were indeed many applicants, but no one was to his liking. They were either too old or too plain. He wanted his employee to have a vibe that matched his restaurant. He wanted to improve his guests’ dining experience. 8
Crease walked out after them. “I’ll keep my eyes open, Mag. I’ll contact you as soon as I find someone suitable,” he said, smiling. It doesn’t seem like he has come looking for trouble, or I would throw him out. He wasted me a half hour!
Mag nodded. “Thank you.”
“Goodbye, Mr. Nest,” Amy said, waving her little hand.
His mouth twitched. “Good… Goodbye,” he said, smiling. What the heck is Mr. Nest? 2
Mag and Amy went to the market and bought some sheep milk for the kitten, and then he took her to an information-collecting shop owned by a human. It was like a private detective agency. He spent 10 gold coins hiring the owner to collect detailed information on Krassu and Urien.
Both old men wanted to take Amy in as their disciple, so he decided to find out who they really were first. 4
Mag didn’t have time to do it himself. Apparently, it was not a bad choice to hire a professional to do this job. He only needed to sell several roujiamos to earn the money he needed to hire a professional, so why would he do the legwork himself?
“Father, can we go to the school now?” Amy asked, looking up at Mag. They had been to two places, and the kitten was close to sleeping.
Mag nodded with a smile. “Yes. Let’s go to the school.” He helped Amy put the kitten in the basket. The little thing went out like a light when it touched the soft towel. 1