"Hmm?" Everyone was stunned for a moment, and their expressions suddenly became a little strange. It was fine if they were recognized by the customers, and they could be fooled easily. Now, they were directly recognized by the boss's daughter, and she directly asked them if they were here to cause trouble. For a moment, they didn't know how to answer.
Amy's words immediately attracted everyone's attention. Originally, not many people had noticed the visitors, but Amy's words woke them up. The scallion pancakes and pork chops were all famous dishes in the Aden Square, so they immediately remembered who the owners of these restaurants were. Looks of confusion and curiosity appeared on their faces. Are they really here to cause trouble like Amy said?
Crassus and Julian also turned to look at them. If someone dared to cause trouble in their presence, then they must be looking down on them.
Brandli was also looking at the group of people with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He wanted to see who it was that dared to wreak havoc in this restaurant.
"I used to watch your restaurant a lot. The pork chops must be super delicious, right? The onion pancakes also smell very good. " Amy nodded. However, her expression soon changed, and she looked at everyone with a scrutinizing gaze. "But why are you here at my restaurant today? If you're here to eat, of course you're welcome. Father's rainbow fried rice and roujiamo are super delicious.
"But if you're here to cause trouble, then I won't allow it. Amy is super fierce when she's angry!" Amy's tone changed, and she clenched her little fists in front of her face. She tried her best to bare her teeth as she spoke with a serious expression.
"Pfft … So cute." Penny looked at Amy, who was trying hard to pretend to be fierce, and laughed out loud. Her eyes were like little moons. Her son and daughter were almost adults, and they were outside every day. It had been a long time since she saw such a cute little guy, and she suddenly felt a bit of motherly love.
"We … We're not here to cause trouble." Andrew waved his hand a little clumsily. He looked at Amy, and he didn't know what to do. The little one was indeed very cute, and she even praised his fried pork chops. Although her nickname was a little strange, it wasn't unacceptable. He just didn't know how to explain why they were here together.
"Well, little girl, we're here to eat, not to cause trouble." Miles calmed down a lot, and shook his head with a smile.
"Really?" Amy was still a little doubtful, but she slowly lowered her little hand and nodded. "Then eat obediently."
Everyone nodded and heaved a sigh of relief. They felt more pressured under this little girl's gaze than under the gaze of the owner.
"Sorry, she's still young and doesn't know much. Please forgive her." At this time, Meg came out with a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice and put it in front of the customers at the next table. He reached out and touched Amy's head. He smiled at Andrew and the others, but his tone and expression didn't seem to blame Amy at all.
They were all in the same business, and they came together. He didn't believe that they didn't have any hostility or snooping. However, he didn't hit a smiling person. If they didn't cause trouble, he wouldn't say anything. Amy's words were a little warning, and also represented his attitude.
Of course, they could come to eat, and they would pay anyway. Besides, they were a new wave of customers. Meg was happy to see this, but if they wanted to cause trouble, he wouldn't be a nice guy.
"Mm-hmm." Amy rubbed her head against Mag's palm and stopped talking.
"How could that be? Little girl is too cute." Bernice sized up Mag. He was about 30 years old and a little thin, but he was in good spirits. His eyes were clear and bright, and he was wearing a set of simple and clean black and white clothes with a black apron around his neck. He looked very clean and tidy, completely different from the greasy chefs of other restaurants.
"Boss, we're all restaurant owners in the Aden Square. We saw that your business was the best, so we thought we'd come to eat together and try out what kind of food could attract so many customers. I don't mean anything else. I hope you don't misunderstand." Myers looked at Meg with a smile. He was about 40 years old, and he was quite generous.
Meg looked at Myers. He was about 40 years old, of medium build, and wore a well-tailored black shirt. His hair was combed up meticulously, and he looked like a person who paid attention to details. He nodded with a smile and said, "Welcome. Please take a seat. Your dishes will be served soon." There were two tables nearby that were about to leave. He signaled for them to sit down, and then he turned and walked into the kitchen.
The customers had thought that a conflict was going to break out, but they didn't think that things would be resolved so peacefully. There wasn't even a verbal confrontation. They were slightly disappointed, and turned away to continue enjoying their meal.
"This boss seems to be quite easy to talk to." Bernice sat down and brushed the hair in front of her forehead with a smile. Even though she was close to 40 years old, her skin was well maintained, and she looked quite gentle. It was just that her hands were a little rough and calloused from constantly soaking in water and holding a knife.
"Yeah, I didn't have this kind of temperament when I was your age." Bishop nodded, and he was a little embarrassed. He had just been teased by a customer, and he had almost lost his temper. If he were to see a bunch of other chefs suddenly come to his door, he would probably come out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife in his hand.
"Even now, you don't have that kind of patience," the bald man said with a smile. Everyone smiled knowingly upon hearing this.
Old Man Bishop's temper was as fiery as ever, and he kept his three sons under strict control. However, it was also because of this that the old man had become a boss who didn't have to do anything himself. Any of his three sons could take care of things on their own.
"Who said that?" Bishop's face reddened, but they were all old friends who had known each other for a decade or two, so he didn't say anything.
"Little girl, are you Amy?" Bernice turned to look at Amy and asked with a smile.
"Yeah." Amy nodded and looked at Bernice with interest. She asked curiously, "Auntie Floral Apron, where's your floral apron?"
"I took it off before I came. I don't need to wear an apron when I'm not cooking." Bernice smiled at Amy. This little girl's memory was really good. She thought for a moment and said, "Then, little Amy, do you like floral aprons? If you do, I can give you a small floral apron. "
"Okay! Okay! Then Amy can wear it when she learns to cook from Lord Father in the future. "Amy clapped her little hands happily.
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