"This butcher …" The old woman's face turned red and she couldn't finish her sentence.
Everyone looked at each other and fell into a strange and awkward silence.
"I'll go take a look as well. What kind of delicious food did the boss make that could captivate so many customers?" The lady boss with the flowery apron also took off her apron and walked towards the restaurant.
"Let's go, let's all go and try it. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you come up with a countermeasure." The half-bald man looked at the two people walking away and said to the crowd with a smile. He also began to take off his apron.
Everyone laughed when they heard that, and chimed in. They removed their aprons, and walked toward Mamy Restaurant in a majestic manner.
… …
"Another new wave of customers." Meg looked at the long line outside the door with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He tried not to look too proud as he pulled the lock and opened the door.
The customers in the long line all looked towards the door when they heard the sound. Many of them had been waiting for quite some time, but the regulars knew the restaurant's rules, so no one knocked on the door to disturb Meg.
"Mr. Mak, I've been waiting at the door for the whole morning. My legs are numb." Vicennio, who was first in line, looked at Meg with a bitter face. His voice was weak, and he barely managed to stand up by holding onto the door frame.
"The opening hours are written on the door. The restaurant is open according to the opening hours." Meg looked at Vicennio, who finally looked better after resting for the whole morning, and couldn't help but want to laugh in his heart.
The saying "women are like wolves and tigers" was not without reason.
"Alright, give me a hand. My legs are numb and I can't walk." Vicennio didn't want to be entangled in this issue. He lifted his leg and then pulled it back. He looked at Meg and said. After the experience in the morning, he didn't dare to let go of his hand that was holding onto the door frame immediately.
The customers behind all smiled when they heard this. This guy is really going all out in order to get first place.
"Alright." Meg reached out to help Vicennio in and sat down at the table next to the door.
"I want three servings of Yangzhou fried rice. Two for here and one to go." Vicennio said as soon as he sat down. Then, he quickly grabbed Meg's hand and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Mak, are you sure this dish is mild? Brother, I can't take it anymore. "
"Don't worry, it's milder than roujiamo." Meg retracted his hand and patted Vicennio's shoulder.
"Alright, I'll believe you this time." Vicennio nodded, looking as if he was unafraid of death.
"Everyone can come in now. Please take your order and take your seat." Meg opened the door to the side and smiled at the guests outside. Then, he stepped aside to let them in.
"Welcome." Yabemiya quickly walked out of the kitchen with a smile. Then, he started taking orders for the customers according to the order they came in.
Crassus was also in the front row. He walked to the door and said to Meg, "Mr. Mak, I think you should give us a passage for the elderly. Old people like us can't stand waiting in line with the young people."
Julian, who was in the line, immediately looked over. He had asked Charcoal and Green Bean to look after the restaurant this afternoon, and he had come early to line up. He had been waiting for almost half an hour.
The other customers also craned their necks to look at Meg. If older people could get to the front of the line in the future, it would be useless even if they came early.
"Sorry, everyone who comes in is a customer. We treat everyone equally. Plus, you're old, and you're eating two bowls of Yangzhou fried rice. You're not worse than the young people at all." Meg smiled and shook his head. There was no room for negotiation. He was not in a hospital. Why would he open a passage for the elderly?
Crassus looked at Meg helplessly. He was Amy's master and had a high status, but this guy was still so stubborn. He really couldn't do anything about it.
The restaurant was soon full. The rest of the customers could only stand in line. Many of them had come to buy roujiamo to take away, so the line stretched all the way to the counter and out of the restaurant.
Meg's eyes fell on the back of the line. He was a little surprised. The seven people at the back looked familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before.
He turned and walked to the kitchen. When he reached the door, Meg suddenly remembered that the fat man with the oily face seemed to be the owner of the pork chop shop in front of the restaurant. He had seen him killing pigs in front of the restaurant from time to time, so he had a deep impression of him. The others seemed to be restaurant owners as well.
"What are they doing here? Are they here to make trouble? " Meg raised his eyebrows. Amy's had become a little famous in the Aden Square after a few days of hype. Although there were still not many customers in this corner of the restaurant, the long line at the door every time it opened was the best advertisement. One could see it from afar, and it attracted many curious customers.
Such popularity naturally made him a thorn in the eyes of his peers. Customers were the most important thing to a restaurant, and Mag's restaurant could now accommodate several hundred customers in a single meal. Furthermore, all of them were high-quality customers, so this naturally affected other restaurants.
Meg had expected to be targeted by his peers. After all, his family was in the business in his previous life. Although he had never been involved in the business, he was influenced by what he had heard and seen, so he wouldn't panic in such a situation.
He could even predict that there would soon be imitators in the Aden Square. Yangzhou fried rice and roujiamo would not only bring the ultimate enjoyment and experience to the customers, but also bring a completely different way of cooking to the chefs in this world.
In fact, Meg didn't dislike imitators. It was interesting to start from a restaurant and influence the eating habits and cooking methods of this world.
This confidence came from his ability. If the imitators didn't taste half as good as he did, he would lose.
He could give chefs in this world a new direction in cooking, but he wouldn't teach them how to make Yangzhou fried rice and roujiamo step by step. When it came to making money, there was no such thing as sharing it with everyone.
Meg couldn't stop them from thinking about it after eating, or buying roujiamo and Yangzhou fried rice to study. He couldn't ask the system to install a self-destruct device in the roujiamo, could he?
"How to wrap eggs around rice, how to braise meat, how to knead dough to make soft bai ji bread, how to turn soybeans into tofu pudding that melts in the mouth … I do have the direction, but without a few years of research, there shouldn't be many people who can do it. The ingredients provided by the system are the finishing touch, and the constant stream of new dishes is the core of the restaurant's competitiveness. There won't be another dish on this continent that is identical to Mamy Restaurant's. "A smile appeared on Mag's face.
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