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.

trailed off, deep in thought. "...do you remember Grandma Pierson’s offer some

brow at her.

Slater showed me the reviews of our restaurant, and 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 all, our goal when we started the restaurant was

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

Jessa shrugged as she pondered. "I

smile formed on their faces 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 newcomer that there weren’t

a familiar figure standing at

When she stopped in front of the counter,

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

Jessa and Allison’s brows as they stared at Mrs. Davis in confusion. Mrs. Davis sighed faintly, appearing a little reluctant and ashamed

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. "Can you help me and give me some honest

little too much, but... can I also ask you for

brows rose. They looked at each other in surprise before setting their eyes on the prideful

going to have so

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in a golf

them chugged their bottled waters as if racing. After they had their

turned to Mr. Davis, his face twisting

divorced a few times," Haines added in a knowing

said, "That’s your fault. A happy

should submit to their husbands, but I’m sure whoever said

earning a different reaction from these men he had just