In the chaotic city of Nolan Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves have to share tables with dwarves, orcs are strictly forbidden from making noise, dragons can only gather in the small square in front of the restaurant, and demons even need to bring their own specially made stools...

Yet, despite all these bizarre rules, there is a long line at the door every day.

Elves devour skewers without regard for their manners, dragons clutch ladles as they gather around the hotpot, and demons munch on adorable dumplings...

"You won't find food like this anywhere else on the continent! The owner is a genius!" a customer commented, then sneaked a glance at the entrance: "Also, never think about kidnapping the owner or dining and dashing, or you'll die a terrible death."

"Eat, pay, or I'll beat you all to death." A little girl paced at the entrance, speaking in a childish voice, making the five- or six-meter-tall dragon beside her shiver involuntarily.

The book's promotional title is "Daddy's Gourmet Restaurant"

Author's custom tags: Mage, Farming, Making Money, Lighthearted

Chapter 1 My Girl

　　"Father... Father..."

　　Alex Sullivan heard a crisp, childish voice calling out, seemingly calling him. His finger twitched, and suddenly he grabbed something soft. The desire to survive exploded within him, and he sat up with a jolt. When he opened his eyes, he was stunned.

　　Where is this?

　　Was he rescued, or did he transmigrate?

　　Alex Sullivan still remembered that just moments ago, he was fishing for king crabs on his own yacht. He had even specially brought the head chef from the Emperor's Pavilion on board. Unexpectedly, he didn't catch any crabs; instead, a wave hit, and he, sitting at the stern, was thrown straight into the sea. In his daze, he heard a woman's exclamation and the sound of someone diving in, but eventually, everything went quiet.

　　When he woke up again, he found himself in a room with a distinctly European style, and in his hand was the hand of a silver-haired little girl, about four or five years old.

　　But before Alex Sullivan could speak, a flood of information suddenly surged into his mind, instantly shutting off his perception of the outside world. The sensation was somewhat similar to that final moment of suffocation.

　　In his previous life, Alex Sullivan was a somewhat famous second-generation rich kid, though he preferred to call himself a gourmet. He had no interest in inheriting the family business and much preferred tasting famous foods from around the world, then posting reviews of various restaurants on Weibo. Thanks to his sharp-tongued, biting review style and his extravagant habit of sweeping through almost all Michelin-starred restaurants, he amassed tens of millions of followers in just two or three years.

　　He felt he was just being honest in his reviews, though he usually emphasized the flaws and used slightly exaggerated language. Still, he received thousands of messages every day cursing him to fall into the sea and drown, or to spend his next life as a chef. He couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed.

　　Thinking about it now, could his fall into the sea this time be the realization of those people's dreams? Was fate really so unkind?

　　Before he could think further, his consciousness was drawn to the flood of information. He saw another turbulent, iron-blooded life and realized he had transmigrated—into the body of a fallen knight who could no longer wield a greatsword.

　　Some of the information and emotions began to slowly merge with him, and he couldn't resist it.

　　This was a fantasy continent inhabited by dragons, demons, orcs, elves, dwarves, humans... and many other races.

　　A hundred years ago, the various races of the Nolan Continent signed a ceasefire agreement, bringing an end to a thousand years of racial wars. Each race now lived peacefully within its own territory.

　　However, after a millennium of war, the hatred between races could not be resolved by a mere agreement. Local conflicts continued to break out, though they were generally kept to the borders of each territory by mutual understanding, and no large-scale racial wars had occurred.

　　The man Alex Sullivan transmigrated into was called Alex Miller. The The Miller Family was a family that had enjoyed centuries of glory on the continent, guarding the borders of the human empire for hundreds of years and never allowing orcs to cross even a single step.

　　But three hundred years ago, the Iron Fortress was breached by an orc coalition allied with demons, and the family was nearly wiped out. The once-glorious The Miller Family was destroyed, with only a few small branches surviving. By the time of Alex Miller, he was the sole heir.

　　However, from the moment Alex Miller joined the army, he showed extraordinary talent. His great strength and military prowess quickly earned him the appreciation of his superiors, and he won countless honors. In just a few years, he became the youngest griffin knight and the most sought-after young man in the empire, hailed as the successor to the imperial commander and the one who could restore the glory of the The Miller Family.

　　If not for the dark night three years ago, Alex Miller was destined to become a man standing at the pinnacle of the continent.

　　That night, elves, demons, and human mages all attacked him at once, crippling his sword-wielding hands and severing his Achilles tendons, then leaving him with a child who had just turned one year old.

　　This was his child, born to him by an elven princess. The irreconcilable conflict between races, the betrayal by his most trusted companions, all cast him down into the dust.

　　His broken hands and feet were barely healed by an old friend, but he could never wield a sword again. He changed his appearance and brought his child to the chaotic city, starting over and relying on each other as father and daughter.