So Little Boss and Master Rôme know each other. " The onlookers looked at this scene and suddenly realized something. Then, they looked at Cyril with pity. Everyone had a different fate.
"Master Rôme dotes on Little Boss so much."
"That's right. A Legendary Blacksmith who claims to sell kitchen knives. Only the Little Boss can do that."
"Cuteness is justice!"
People whispered among themselves as they looked at Ai Mi with smiles in their eyes.
Cyril stood aside awkwardly. He even forgot to close his mouth. He was so flustered that he didn't even know where to put his hands.
He thought that this little brat would offend Master Rôme and give him a chance to show off.
But he didn't expect that this little brat and Master Rôme knew each other!
After greeting Rôme, Amy turned to look at Cyril and frowned. "Isn't this that annoying uncle?"
"Little Amy, you know him?" Rôme, who was ready to forgive Cyril, asked with a smile.
"Yes, this uncle is really annoying. He made things difficult for the kind Teacher Luna and the beautiful Gloria. Anyway, he's a habitual bad guy." Amy nodded and looked at him with disdain.
"I …" Cyril stared at Amy. He didn't expect to be kicked out at the last minute, and in such a critical way.
"Master Rôme, please listen to me. It's not like what she said. I … I'm actually a good person …" Cyril hurriedly explained.
"Tsk, he's not a good person. He's a good-for-nothing old man. He's so annoying." Vivian, who had already moved to the periphery, curled her lips and said with disdain.
"It seems that Geoffrey will have a headache this time." Michael smiled.
Rôme looked at Cyril and frowned. It seemed that this guy was worse than he thought. It wasn't a coincidence that he was showing off in front of him. If he wasn't afraid of being beaten to death by his followers, he wouldn't have appeared here and apologized so sincerely.
Cyril's heart was beating wildly. His legs began to tremble, and he almost couldn't resist the urge to kneel down.
"Although I don't know you, it seems that you didn't do it on the spur of the moment. As an adult man, you should be responsible for your actions." Rôme looked calmly at Cyril, who was about to kneel down. "Also, I hate it when people pester me, especially men. You can either walk away quickly, or wait to be kicked out."
Cyril's half-bent legs suddenly straightened. His heart sank. He glanced at Joey and Joss, who were about to step forward, and knew that he was done for today. He bowed to Rôme with red eyes, turned around, and walked quickly towards the carriage.
He had to go home immediately. Home was the only safe place.
Everyone looked at Cyril's back view with pity. He was finished now. Master Rom's words were equivalent to closing the coffin for him and hammering a few iron nails into it.
"Master Rôme, long time no see." Michael came forward with Vivian and his wife.
"My lord!"
Everyone finally noticed the city lord's family, and bowed to greet them.
Rôme also nodded to Michael with a smile. "My lord, long time no see."
"There's no need to be so polite. I'm also here for dinner today. Like everyone else, I'm also a customer of Mamy's." Michael waved his hand with a smile. He looked at Rôme, and said, "Let's line up at the back for now. We'll talk later at the table."
"My lord, please go ahead. We'll stand at the back." The customers standing behind Rôme all stepped back.
"You don't have to give way to me. We'll line up according to the rules." Michael waved his hand with a smile. "Chaos City is a city with rules, and Mamy's is also a restaurant with rules. We have to follow the rules."
Everyone smiled when they heard that. Everyone was willing to follow Mamy's rules because of the delicious food and the special atmosphere they created together.
In this place, the barriers between races and the differences in status seemed to be negligible.
It was because of those strict rules that were not difficult to accept, and also because of those delicacies that made people feel blissful.
"Hello, Big Sister Vivian, Uncle City Lord, and Pretty Auntie." Amy greeted everyone, and then bade farewell to Rôme before skipping towards the restaurant's entrance.
"What a cute little girl." The city lord's wife, Monica, looked at Amy skipping away with glowing eyes.
"She's Mr. Mak's daughter, Amy. She's also the little boss of Mamy's. She's also Luna's student. She's the real treasure of Mamy's," Vivian introduced.
"She's so cute. She's much cuter than you were when you were young," Monica said enviously. "Her mother must be so happy to have such a cute little girl."
"Mother, I'm still a baby …" Vivian said with a complex expression.
Michael tilted his head and said, "Who said that? I just think our Vivian was very cute when she was young. Those big eyes, that big nose, those big ears …"
"Alright, Father, you can shut up too." Vivian rolled her eyes. "Am I a pig?!"
"Exactly. Didn't you always call yourself a piggy girl when you were young?" Monica covered her mouth and chuckled as if she had recalled something funny.
"I can testify to that. Your mother isn't lying," Michael agreed.
"Alright, alright, I know. Luckily, I wasn't born in winter. Otherwise, I would have suspected that I was picked up from the snow," Vivian said with a resigned expression.
"Even if you weren't picked up from the snow, you could have been picked up from the garbage," Monica reminded with a smile.
Vivian stopped in her tracks and looked at Monica with a serious expression. "Mother, I won't bring you here next time."
"Then I'll have to come with my husband." Monica hooked her arm around Michael's with a smile.
Michael shrugged, indicating that there was nothing he could do about it.
"Alright, in that case, I'll … force myself to come with you." Vivian looked at the two of them in silence for a while before a smile appeared on her face again. She hooked her arm around Monica's.
"It's fate." In the restaurant, Meg looked on as Cyril got onto the horse-drawn carriage and left in a disheveled state. He shook his head with a smile. Amy's coincidental intervention had wiped out Cyril's last hope of resolving the problem by himself. He could only go back and face Geoffrey's wrath.
Amy entered the restaurant and hung her little bag on Ugly Duckling. She looked up at Meg, and said, "Father, I just bumped into that grandpa who sells cleavers outside. He's so pitiful. He came so far to sell cleavers. Why don't we buy a few more cleavers from him?"
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