Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1842: How to be a parent?

One week had passed, and it took a while—and consistent restaurant duty—for Allison and Jessa’s anger to subside. For the past week, Charles and Lester had been stationed in the dishwashing area. Atlas was behind the register, punching orders with a threatening look, as if daring customers to change their minds or make a mistake.

Worst of all, Slater was tasked with helping with the serving.

With Slater as a part-time server, the restaurant became a blockbuster. Lines would form hours before opening, and they even had to extend their operating hours, hoping to accommodate more customers. But they couldn’t.

In other words, Slater’s popularity just made everyone’s life hell. Zoren, Penny, and even Finn—who was dragged into all this because that was all he could do—also helped with the sanitation duties.

But even though the restaurant’s sales tripled with Slater as their five-day promotion, Jessa and Allison found it quite problematic. With so many customers, no one had time to breathe. They hadn’t started this business solely for profit, but because Jessa and Allison aspired to be something more than mothers and wives.

So, after almost a week, they kicked everyone out to regain peace in the restaurant.

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"Even when those guys aren’t around anymore, the restaurant’s still packed," Jessa leaned against the counter, her arm propped on it.

Allison smiled as she glanced at her. "Many of our new customers came here to get a glimpse of Slater, but they’re coming back for the food."

"Can’t believe that’s what people meant by market value," Jessa shook her head. "No wonder they called him the blue chip of advertisement."

Her face soured as she recalled that Slater’s face was everywhere—even on buses. Jessa hadn’t thought much about it before because she knew Slater, and honestly, she was disappointed in the little brat.

Allison chuckled as she snapped her eyes at the occupied tables. None were vacant, and there were more people lined up outside. The line wasn’t as long as it had been, but it was still considerable.

thought. "...do you remember Grandma

arched a brow at her.

and I saw that many wanted to try it, but they were too far away.

others through the dishes we serve. I’m just thinking... many others want to have a taste of a mother’s

as she pondered.

at the thought. But then, the sound of a chime rang in the restaurant. The two of them intuitively turned their heads, about to tell the

they stopped as their brows rose, catching a familiar figure standing at the entrance:

food containers in one hand. When she stopped in

"I know it’s a little late, and coming here takes a lot of pride and shame. But... I don’t know

as they stared at Mrs. Davis in confusion. Mrs. Davis sighed faintly, appearing a

even though everyone around

little too much, but... can I also ask you for some advice on how to become a parent? I have no idea what

at each other in surprise before setting their eyes on the prideful Mrs. Davis. After a moment, the corners of Allison’s lips curled

going

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a golf

the lodge seats. All of them chugged their bottled

Wild was the first to break the silence. He turned to Mr. Davis, his face twisting in disbelief. "And this is why I’m not

Haines added

said, "That’s your fault. A happy wife, a happy life. Obviously, you’ve

said women in marriage should submit to their

let out a deep exhale, earning a different reaction from these men