After saying that, the customer took a big bite of the roujiamo as a show of force. As he chewed, he praised, "I won't get tired of eating such delicious roujiamo for the rest of my life. It's delicious!"
The air suddenly fell silent, and the visitors all turned their heads to look away, as if they didn't know him.
Not only did he sneak into other people's restaurants to eat, but he was also discovered by other customers. More importantly, after he was heard badmouthing the owner, the owner didn't say anything, but the customer jumped out and slapped him in the face. Moreover, this was a customer who had eaten in both restaurants. This feeling … was a little painful.
Bi Xiapu also blushed. His thin and crispy onion pancakes were one of the most famous snacks in the Aden Square. The year before last, they had even made it into the top 100 of the Aden Square food rankings. Although they were at the bottom, they were still on the rankings.
Now, this customer was saying that his roujiamo was far inferior to his roujiamo, and even disdaining to be mentioned in the same breath. Bi Xiapu's blood boiled, and he couldn't help but fly into a rage.
Beside him, Miles tugged at Bi Xiapu's sleeve, and comforted him in a soft voice, "Old man, we're here to eat, not to cause trouble. Bear with it."
If they really quarreled, it wouldn't look good for everyone's face. Although they were all competitors when doing business, not many of them would really fall out with each other. Quarreling with other people's customers in other people's restaurants was something that couldn't be done.
Bi Xiapu was naturally aware of the pros and cons. After all, he was a wily old fox who had been doing business for decades. He took two deep breaths to calm himself down, and then turned his head away with a soft snort. He didn't argue.
The customer was just saying that casually, and didn't continue to argue. He focused on eating the roujiamo in his hand. He had only said that because he was a little annoyed that the owner of the restaurant was slandering Mr. Mak.
As the line slowly moved forward, some regulars would occasionally recognize these owners, and they would all greet them. They were all a little curious as to why these people weren't doing business in their restaurants, but had come to line up in their restaurants.
"Ahem, actually, us old guys had a get-together, and we didn't know which restaurant to eat at, so we chose this popular one to try." Miles laughed dryly as he explained to one of the regulars. If he had known that he would meet so many regulars, he wouldn't have chosen this time to come.
"Hello, what would you like to order?" Yabemiya also noticed this group of visitors. Although he was a little wary of them and worried that they were here to cause trouble, he still smiled and walked over with the menu.
"Hiss! A plate of Yangzhou fried rice costs 600 copper coins? 300 copper coins for a roujiamo? Is there something wrong with your menu? " The old lady looked at the menu and immediately sucked in a breath of cold air. Her voice also became louder as she stared at Yabemiya.
"Yeah, why is it so expensive?" The others looked at the prices written on the menu and felt a little incredulous.
Six hundred copper coins could buy half a roast suckling pig at the Fryer Tavern. It was the Fryer Tavern's signature dish and ranked sixth on the Aden Square's Gourmet Rankings. However, in this restaurant, they could only buy a small plate of Yangzhou fried rice, and they didn't find any diced meat in it.
As for 300 copper coins for a roujiamo, Bishop's onion pancakes only cost 5 copper coins each. Compared to this, the difference was like heaven and earth!
The most expensive dish in their restaurant was less than 200 copper coins, and the dishes that cost more than 100 copper coins were all main dishes. Who would dare to buy a plate of Yangzhou fried rice and a pancake for hundreds of copper coins? They would probably be smashed on the first day of opening.
Isn't this a scam?
Everyone looked at Yabemiya, waiting for her to give an explanation. Or could she tell that they were the owners of other restaurants, and deliberately used the price to scare them off?
"Sorry, sir, there's nothing wrong with the menu. The prices are the same for all the dishes in the restaurant. All the customers are the same." Yabemiya shook her head and smiled. Too many customers had questioned the prices these days, and she was a little used to it. However, she still explained with a smile.
Those who thought the prices were too expensive would leave, while those who could accept the prices would stay and try them. As long as the customers stayed, they were conquered by the delicious food in the restaurant. This made Yabemiya very happy, and she admired Meg more and more.
However, she still didn't know the intentions of these restaurant owners. If they were here to stir up trouble, she was afraid that they would cause trouble for her. If that happened, she wouldn't know how to deal with them.
If it was a fight, she felt that she could beat all of them, but she wasn't very good at arguing.
"But your prices …" The old lady raised her eyebrows, and wanted to say something.
"Since everyone's prices are the same, I'll take a plate of Yangzhou fried rice and a roujiamo," Andrew said directly. Andrew said directly. He then looked at the old lady and said, "Mrs. Virgin, every restaurant's price is free. Customers can choose to eat or not to eat."
"I'll take one of each." Bernice nodded. She didn't want to continue arguing about the price. As Andrew said, since so many customers chose to eat at such a high price, it meant that they thought the food was worth the price.
As for whether these people were hired by the restaurant owners, Bernice's gaze lingered on the Gray Temple magician who was eating a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. No one would hire a magician from the Gray Temple to be a hired help, let alone a magician who seemed to have a high status.
After a moment of silence, Bishop nodded and said, "I'll take a roujiamo."
"I'm not eating. I'll take a roujiamo. I've worked for nothing today." The old lady stomped her feet and turned to leave.
Everyone looked at each other and felt a little helpless, but they didn't say anything.
The business of Mrs. Virgin's restaurant was getting worse and worse. In the past few years, the old lady's tongue had some problems, and her sense of taste had deteriorated a lot. Back then, the mutton soup had been in the top 50 of the Gourmet Rankings. It was a childhood memory of many people, and they hadn't tasted it for a long time.
Mrs. Virgin's son and daughter-in-law had died of illness a few years ago. She had a disappointing grandson who had been fooling around outside. In the past two years, Mrs. Virgin had pulled him by the ear and only agreed to help a little in the restaurant. However, he had no talent in cooking, and the mutton soup he made tasted worse and worse. Only some of the poor old lady's regular customers would come to drink a bowl. Sometimes, the taste would be better if they were lucky, but most of the time, very few people could finish a bowl. Life was not easy for them.
The others also took their orders one after another.
Yabemiya took down everyone's orders and asked with a smile, "Okay, but it's best to eat the Yangzhou fried rice cooked. But there are no seats in the restaurant right now. Should I bring the roujiamo up first?"
"It's okay. Let's wait a little longer. We'll serve it together when there are seats available," Bernice said. The others nodded and didn't have any objections. Since they were here to taste, of course they had to sit down and taste it carefully.
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