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.

in thought. "...do you remember Grandma Pierson’s offer some

at her. "The expansion of the

I saw that many wanted to try it, but they were too far away. Isn’t it time for us to reconsider the offer? After

lips. "But over time, it became a way to share the warmth of our homes with others through the dishes we

Jessa shrugged as she pondered. "I guess

sound of a chime rang in the restaurant. The two of them intuitively turned their heads, about to tell the newcomer that there weren’t

their brows rose, catching a

holding wrapped food containers in one hand. When she stopped in front

into a thin line before a wry smile appeared on her face. "I know it’s a little late, and coming here takes a lot of pride and shame. But... I don’t know who else to go to

stared at Mrs. Davis in confusion. Mrs. Davis sighed faintly, appearing a little reluctant and ashamed just standing there before them. But she had a more

here, but somehow, I don’t think my food is good, even though everyone around me tells me otherwise," she said, her eyes on Jessa and Allison.

her throat as another shallow breath escaped her. "And I know it’s a little too much, but... can I also ask you for some advice on how to become

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

chuckled. "I am going

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in a golf

Lester, Wild, and Mr. Davis sat on the lodge seats. All of them chugged their bottled

He turned to Mr. Davis, his face twisting in disbelief. "And this

times," Haines added in a

He pointed at where Mr. Davis was seated and said, "That’s your fault. A happy wife, a happy

the wife’s the law. They said women in marriage should submit to their husbands, but

different reaction from these