Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

"Here comes the third prince Yuri!"

The waiters' elongated voice rang out from the outside. There were almost two thin teenagers with normal size in their heads. Some of them trotted in from the outside of the hall, with some sweat on their faces. It seemed that they ran all the way. While they were running, they were worried and cried out: "I'm not late to present birthday gifts to my father, am I?"

All the people in the hall looked at Yuri with surprise.

"Did your Highness the third prince not come to the Palace Banquet before?"

"Yes, I didn't notice any difference from the beginning to the end. I'm worthy of being praised as the prince with the least sense of existence."

"The point is that even his majesty doesn't seem to be aware of it."

The expressions on the ministers' faces were a little strange, and there was a hint of sarcasm.

The eldest prince and the second prince are both civil and martial, and each has his own strong points. Over the years, they have kept a delicate balance. No one knows who will be the successor of the king between them.

But gradually grew up the third prince Yuri, is in the road of being ignored more and more far.

A prince who is addicted to carpentry is not attached by any minister.

Except for his head, he didn't show his weight as a prince in the Empire. Even Joe and Sean didn't bother to woo him.

For them, it's better to woo a prince who has no sense of existence than a waiter beside the king.

"Mushroom head for running." Amy's eyes lit up and whispered.

McGonagall couldn't help laughing. It looked like a running mushroom, but where did this guy go before? I didn't even come to the Palace Banquet.

After hearing the whispers of the ministers, McGonagall couldn't help feeling sad... Hahaha, but I'm sorry, I can't help it.

However, as the ministers said, without Yuri, the battle between the twins was fierce and eye-catching.

If you add Yuri... Is this mushroom head funny?

McGonagall was even a little worried that his royal highness, the third prince, came forward and took out a woodcarving of love from his backhand and gave it to the king as a birthday gift.

MEG would not be surprised if this happened to him.

The king was a little surprised. Looking at Yuri, who was sweating, he frowned and said, "Yuri, where did you go before? Why are you in such a hurry? "

"If you go back to your father, my son has just prepared a gift for him. Those idiots are too slow, so they are late." Yuri stood still, looked at the people in the hall, relieved, grinned, showed two big tiger teeth, and said, "but it's not too late. They haven't given gifts to their father, have they? Then I'm not late. "

The king looked at Yuri's heartless smile, and his displeasure disappeared. On the contrary, he felt a little distressed for his little son, who hardly received his attention. He nodded slightly and said, "sit down."

"Thank you, father." Yuri nodded with a smile, looking left and right, he found no place to sit.

His highness, the Third Prince of the hall, didn't prepare a place for him in the hall. Even the waiters ignored him.

The waiter on one side changed his face and trotted to move a chair. For a moment, he didn't know where to put the chair.

The third prince's Royal Highness's status is naturally noble, but it's also a problem for them to say who can be in front of them. They are like ants on a hot pot.

"Little mushroom head, sit down with me." Irina waved to Yuri and said with a smile.

"This..." Yuri's face was obviously embarrassed. He glanced at MEG and Amy. He wanted to slip away.

"Well?" Elena's smile grew cruel.

"Good!"

Yuri stepped on a small step and walked towards Elena with a wry face. The smile on his face looked worse than crying.

The waiter rushed the chair to Elena's side, which was a relief.

"She's really a smart woman, but it seems that she's really nice to Yuri?" MEG takes a look at Irina. There is probably no seat in the hall more suitable for Yuri than Irina.

Irina's action is just under Qiao Xiu, sitting here as the Third Prince of Yuri. It's just right that she won't be placed in an awkward position.

Yuri sat by Elena's side, moved his chair a little, and put his legs together. He was a little nervous and forced out a smile.

"Little mushroom head, I haven't seen you for three years. Your head is big again!" Irina stepped forward and looked at Yuri's head carefully. She said with a strange look on her face: "others grow tall, but you grow tall, but you have a long head?"

Yuri leans back to avoid the evil hand that wants to touch his head. Irene's sister is the shadow of his childhood. He even has a feeling that his head may grow so big because he was rubbed too much by her when he was a child.

This princess sister, who had been in the palace for some time, showed great interest in his head when he was young. If it wasn't for the face of general Alex, he would never let her ravage his head like this.

Of course, he can't resist.

In his spare time of woodcarving, he once had the dream of a knight. At that time, his goal was the rising general Alex.

But before he took the first step towards his dream, the news of Alex's death came.

It was a fatal blow to his dream, and since then he has only been obsessed with wood carving and some interesting craftsmanship.

Irina took a look at the scene, but still took back her hand. Every time she saw the big head, she couldn't help rubbing it. There was no malice. She just wanted to rub it.

"The ceremony of offering birthday gift continues. Please give a gift to your Highness the prince!"

The waiter was instructed by the king to speak up again.

A waiter walked into the hall with a long tray covered with red cloth in his hands. He was sweating on his forehead and his hands were shaking. I was afraid that the contents of the tray were not light.

Sean stood up and lifted the red cloth. A golden red light came out from under the red cloth, which made people squint.

On the tray was a big golden red sword. The domineering and noble carving pattern was like a flame. The golden red light showed extraordinary, and the sharp edge of the sword made people want to avoid it.

"What's this?"

People are full of curiosity looking at the sword, a look will know is not any goods.

Sean held up the golden sword in both hands, looked at the king and said respectfully, "father, this sword has been red flame sword for thousands of years. It was once the sword of the emperor. It has been sunk in the flame pool for nearly a thousand years. After nearly three years, my son sent someone to look for it, and finally let it see the sky again and enter the hand of the emperor again."