Randy's words about how difficult it was to find good food made Milo agree with him deeply. He even wanted to see him as a soulmate.
He was someone who had a strict attitude towards food, and was not a natural sarcastic person.
If those businesses could restrain themselves a little and not serve those crudely made food to the customers' tables, he wouldn't even bother to write anything.
If there was any food that was worthy of his recommendation, he wouldn't hesitate to write about it.
But until now, the frequency of such delicacies appearing was extremely low.
He had been to many places before, but the more he went, the more disappointed he was. They were not even as good as those restaurants that he dissed in Rodu.
Milo couldn't help but look forward to Mamy's being praised so highly by Randy.
Of course, there was caution in this anticipation. It could also be that Randy hadn't eaten any delicacies before, so he came to such a conclusion. It wasn't impossible.
"I heard that Mr. Mak just launched a new product today. He couldn't get out of bed in the afternoon, so he booked this place for dinner. He must have wanted to try the Mapo Tofu." Randy's smile was full of anticipation.
"It's pretty good." Milo nodded with a smile. It was obvious that he had a lot of feelings for this restaurant.
And judging from the customers, this restaurant shouldn't be looking for people to buy in.
To be able to make so many customers line up in advance to wait for the door to open willingly, this restaurant was more or less capable.
However, Milo still had doubts about the standard of this restaurant. It would only be good if he tasted it personally and felt that it was good.
He felt that any restaurant with good reviews in Rodu would be as popular as this restaurant if they opened a branch in Chaos City.
This was the so-called dimensionality reduction.
The owner of this restaurant might have come from somewhere else, or even Rodu, and then used the delicacies that were a level above the average in Chaos City to gain a group of diners.
This wait lasted for half an hour. Milo and Randy chatted casually from time to time, and got along quite well.
The restaurant's door finally opened, and a young man in a clean and tidy chef's uniform walked out. He smiled and welcomed the customers.
"Look, that's Mr. Mak, the owner and head chef of this restaurant." Randy introduced him to Milo.
"So young?" Milo looked at Meg with some surprise. He seemed to be around 30 years old.
For a chef, his physique was a little too skinny. If it were a bigger pot, he might not be able to lift it. Being a chef was a job that required physical strength.
Moreover, he was wearing such a white chef's uniform. Although he always required chefs to be particular about their attire and behavior, letting a chef work in the kitchen dressed like this was a bit of a show.
Wouldn't a set of clothes be ruined if a bit of oil was spilled on the clothes when cooking?
Or did he have to change into a new chef's uniform every day?
In Milo's opinion, dressing like this in the kitchen was tantamount to binding one's hands and increasing the difficulty of cooking in vain.
"Yes, young and promising. That's probably what Mr Mak is like." Randy nodded in agreement. Then, he said with some envy, "The number of girls who want to marry Mr. Mak is enough to circle the Aden Square."
"This is really enviable." Milo was also a little jealous.
The customers began to enter the restaurant, and Milo and the others followed the line.
He watched as Meg greeted the customers familiarly. It was not the polite kind, but the kind that could call out each other's nicknames or nicknames.
"The atmosphere is really good." Milo nodded slightly. It was a small detail, but it made people feel that the restaurant was more humane.
"Mr Mak." Randy and Meg smiled and greeted each other.
Meg glanced at Randy's gradually obvious dark circles, and said earnestly, "Although it's good to be young, you have to let your kidneys rest."
"I can't rest anymore, but I'm here to cheer you on," Randy said with a smile as he winked at Lin Li.
Meg also smiled. He knew that Randy had been living off a woman recently. A 30-year-old young woman was at the age where she was like a wolf. How could he rest just because he said so?
Since he chose to eat this meal, he had to have this awareness.
However, one word was written all over his face — so delicious!
"Just eat one more roujiamo later," Meg said.
"Hehe, that's for sure." Randy smiled and walked in quickly, not blocking the customers behind him.
Meg nodded slightly at Garland and Milo as a greeting. The customers who did not look familiar at all should be coming to the restaurant for the first time.
"Comfortable hospitality. He can joke and be serious." Milo gave Meg a good first impression in his heart.
After entering the restaurant, Milo's eyes lit up.
The size of the restaurant could only be considered medium-sized. There were dozens of tables in the hall, and they were simply separated from each other. It did not affect the overall transparency, and at the same time, allowed the customers to have a relatively private dining space.
On the right was the designated hot pot area, which was separated from the ordinary dining area. There were only two arched entrances and exits.
It was said that eating hot pot and having a normal meal were two different atmospheres.
The first impression Milo had of the restaurant's table arrangement and decorations was that it was amazing.
It was not because it was gorgeous, nor was it because it was huge.
It was a kind of comfort that made people feel at ease.
The appropriate distance between the tables, the fresh wood decorations, and small green plants were pleasing to the eye.
This kind of feeling that made people feel relaxed as soon as they stepped into the restaurant and wanted to sit down and order food surprised him.
This was probably the atmosphere that every restaurant wanted to create, but none of the restaurants he had been to did it as well as Mamy's.
What surprised him even more was the girls on both sides. There were half-dragons, elves, orcs, demons … Although they were of different races, they all had stunning looks.
"This boss … is too good?!" Milo praised in his heart, but he politely withdrew his gaze and reminded himself again and again that he was here for the food today.
"Sit here." Garland chose a seat near the kitchen. From here, she could better observe the restaurant, including watching the waiters serve the dishes and listening to the movements in the kitchen.
"This kitchen … is open?" As soon as Milo sat down, he found that the kitchen partition was actually a large crystal wall. Sitting in his position, he could easily see everything in the kitchen.
"It's really …" Garland also turned her head when she heard that. She could not hide the surprise on her face.
"This is Mr. Mak's confidence and pride. Even if it's open for everyone to see, he's not afraid that others will learn." Randy came to their table and said with a smile, "Mamy's rules are to share tables. Brothers, do you mind if I sit here?"
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