"Erm …" Harris held his breath as he looked at the serious Amy. He didn't know what expression he should show for a moment.
He had just regrown his hair, and was about to have a second spring in his life. He didn't expect to encounter such a crisis in the blink of an eye.
But looking at the little fellow, he just couldn't get angry. After some serious consideration, it was actually a little fitting. He suddenly felt a little aggrieved.
"Pfft … This nickname is a little cute."
"Hahaha, what a cute nickname. This Little Boss is so cute."
The customers at the door couldn't help but be amused by Amy.
"This little fellow is really cute." The Hill also looked at Amy with a smile. He had only seen this little girl occasionally when he came to the restaurant previously. She was very cute, and her personality was very interesting.
"But who could her mother be? To be able to give birth to such a beautiful little elf, her mother must be a very beautiful elf, right? The Hill thought curiously as a few pre-selected elves popped up in his mind.
The first to be eliminated was Princess Irina. Although she was also very beautiful, she was Alex's official partner, after all. It was obviously impossible for her to be with Meg.
As for the others, they were also eliminated by her one by one. There wasn't a particularly suitable candidate at that moment.
"Old Harris who just regrown his hair, bye. I'll go in first." Amy smiled and waved at Harris. She reached out to knock on the door, and then called out. The restaurant's door opened very quickly, and she went in.
Not long later, she moved a small stool out with a steaming beggar's chicken drumstick in her hand. She let the aroma spread as she sat down on the steps. She raised the golden-skinned chicken drumstick in her hand and gestured to everyone. She smiled, and said, "I have a drumstick to eat."
"Howl."
As she said that, she opened her mouth wide and took a bite of the drumstick. A blissful smile appeared on her little face instantly. She sat on the stool and swayed slightly from side to side as if she was eating the most delicious food in the world.
"Gulp ~"
The sound of saliva being swallowed could be heard in the line.
Everyone's expressions were helpless with a tinge of desolation. They had already suffered enough in the duel, and they didn't expect to suffer such a blow when they were lining up.
"It's too difficult for me …" Harrison said worriedly as he touched his stomach.
Many guests nodded in agreement.
Although watching Little Boss eat was a very appetizing thing, to the customers who had empty stomachs back then, it was simply torture.
"Meow ~"
Ugly Duckling extended a little pink paw and placed it gently on Amy's leg as it looked at her expectantly.
Amy looked down at Ugly Duckling and pondered for a moment before tearing off a small piece of chicken and feeding it. "Alright, here's a small piece for you. Consider it your lunch today."
Ugly Duckling, which had just accepted the chicken excitedly, was immediately taken aback. It looked up at Amy, and its eyes gradually widened. Are you a demon?
"It's a diet meal. It's all like this. Be good," Amy said with a smile. Then, she continued to gnaw on the drumstick as if no one else was around.
The envious customers all turned to look at Ugly Duckling with pity in their eyes. However, even though this kitten wasn't very big, it was indeed quite fat. It was almost as round as an orange ball.
Lunch became a gathering for the seniors like Crassus, Harris, and Geoffrey.
Meg naturally didn't have any objections to this. Anyway, someone was paying for it, so it wasn't against the rules.
However, Meg didn't release the "husband and wife lung slice" at noon, nor did he make 'Buddha jumps over the wall', which still caused many customers to complain.
"The" husband and wife lung slice "is still being tested. It will be released officially at a suitable time," Meg replied uniformly. As for 'Buddha jumps over the wall', it was originally only available at night.
After the lunch service ended, Meg walked to the door. Just as he was about to close the door, he saw Harris and his disciples still standing outside.
"What are you guys doing?" Meg walked out of the door, and looked at Harris with confusion.
"We are respecting our master. We saw that Master was busy just now, so we didn't come to the kitchen to bid you farewell," Harris said with a smile.
"It's just a joke. Master Harris, you don't have to take it seriously. In terms of culinary skills, you are much better than me. In terms of experience, you are even a senior. I can't afford to be called master." Meg quickly waved his hands. He still knew his limits. If he were to really teach Harris how to cook, it would be no different from showing off in front of an expert.
"That won't do. If you agree to a bet, you have to admit defeat. You won, so you should be my master." Harris shook his head. He looked at Meg with a serious expression, and said, "Although there is a hierarchy in cooking, every chef has his or her specialty. It doesn't mean that I'm better than other chefs just because I've been cooking for a longer time. That's not right.
Every chef can be my teacher. I learned my culinary skills from them. "And from you, I see many things that are worth learning. Hence, this isn't just a bet. I am sincerely seeking your guidance. "
Meg looked at Harris' serious expression, and suddenly thought of a tall great man. He cupped his hands, bowed slightly, and said, "Please give me your guidance, too."
A smile appeared on Harris' face again. He looked at Meg, and asked, "I wonder when Master is going to teach me the dish 'husband and wife lung slice'?"
"Tomorrow morning. I haven't had lunch with the restaurant staff yet," Meg said with a smile.
"Alright." Harris nodded, and then left with his disciples.
Irina was holding a drumstick as she stood behind Meg, and smilingly asked, "Do you feel a little smug after taking in a disciple who is twice your age?"
"It's alright. It's a little strange." Meg turned to look at her, and smilingly said, "I heard you bet a lot of money on me today."
Irina's eyes lit up, and she smilingly said, "I would have forgotten if you didn't mention it. I still have to bring people to collect the money later. I wonder if those gambling dens have prepared the money. I bet $300 million on you."
"Oh, $300 million." Meg secretly clicked his tongue. Luckily, he didn't bet on himself. Otherwise, those gambling dens' bosses would cry their eyes out. He smilingly said, "Someone who dares to go back on his words shouldn't have been born yet."
"It's good that they have such awareness. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good to make a move when we just arrived at their territory."
"Let's eat. Everyone is hungry." Meg closed the restaurant's door, and walked to the table that was already filled with dishes with Irina. They were too busy in the morning, so lunch time was pushed back to after business hours.
After lunch, Irina brought Phyllis out to collect the money.
Phyllis followed behind Irina, and nervously asked, "Princess, it's my first time collecting money. How can I make myself look more professional?"
"Make it fiercer," Irina casually replied.
"Fiercer?"
Irina stopped in her tracks, and turned to look at Phyllis. "Come, make a fiercer expression for me."
Phyllis squeezed out an expression for a long time, and finally said aggrievedly, "I … I … I don't know how …"
Irina held her chin, and thought for a while as she stared at Phyllis. She said, "Just imagine that someone killed me, and you're going to take revenge on her now."
"Sob, sob, sob. Princess, don't die …"
Irina: "…"
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