Milo now seriously suspected that Randy had become this restaurant's top salesman. From the moment they started talking, they had fallen into his trap.
It could attack Garland's bald spot and make him lose his rationality as an intellectual by intensifying the pain caused by baldness and verifying it on the spot.
10,000 copper coins. That was Garland's salary for half a month. Even in Rodu, the cost of a meal rarely exceeded 10,000 copper coins. But now, he had ordered a 'Buddha jumps over the wall' that cost 10,000 copper coins.
"All these years, you've been worried about your rising hairline. You've eaten and used a lot of things. Baldness is not an illness, it's a disability. There's no cure for it." Milo made a final attempt.
"Your point of view is quite interesting." Randy smiled. "But even if it's a disability, Mr. Mak can cure you with a bowl of soup."
Milo glanced at Randy and thought to himself that he had met an expert.
"Buy! If I can let my hair grow out before I go back and let my wife see me 20 years younger, it will definitely be very interesting. "Garland decided.
Milo didn't say anything else. After all, Garland was the chief editor of Whole Foods and Beauty. He was a proper middle-class person. What was wrong with contributing a little money for hair?
If there was no effect, then they would have one more material. Randy couldn't escape from false advertising.
"Shocking! The meat-loving gourmet is actually promoting hair loss prevention products for a restaurant! "
Such a title was already scheduled to be the first hot article in next month's Whole Foods and Beauty magazine.
To be honest, Milo was a little disappointed from the time he queued until now.
He had accumulated his firepower all the way, but when he came to Mamy's, he realized that he had nothing to say?!
As an expert in the world of finding fault, he had a pair of eyes that could find fault, and a mouth that could use the most simple words to say the most hurtful words.
But he just had to come across a restaurant that made him speechless and unable to say any harsh words. Even his tone had become gentler because of the environment and rules.
"These are all illusory things. Whether it's a mule or a horse, we'll know when it's served." Milo placed his order and waited for the dishes to be served.
The dishes he ordered were very simple — a combination of meat and vegetables. They were all dishes that Randy and Derrick had written about in the vegetarian and carnivorous books.
Since he was here to pick a fight, as a professional, of course, he couldn't make things up. This wasn't his style. Accurate sniping and head-on attacks were his specialty.
While waiting for the dishes to be served, Milo turned his head and looked in the direction of the kitchen, but his eyes widened a little.
From his position, he could clearly see the inside of the kitchen through the glass window.
It was completely different from the kitchens he had seen before. It was clean and bright, and the spacious space was almost half the size of the dining room. He could only see part of the operating table.
At this moment, Meg was like a great general overseeing the army. The pot on the stove was his right-hand man, and the spatula in his hand was his command flag and weapon.
He could be seen walking between several stoves, cooking several different kinds of food at the same time. He even had the time to flip the hundreds of skewers on the grill beside him, using a brush to brush them with oil and various sauces.
It was very exaggerated, you know?
Other people's kitchens were equipped with a few chefs, and there were also a few helpers and apprentices waiting by their side. Not to mention that the work was in full swing, the efficiency was not necessarily high.
However, Mag was doing all the work related to cooking alone, including taking out the wok and serving the dishes. Yet, people felt that he was doing it with ease, and even felt that he could add two more wok's worth of dishes.
As for efficiency.
Milo, who was sitting by the kitchen door, had already seen the dishes floating past him and then landing in front of the guests who had ordered the dishes.
"It seems that Miss Barbara has returned. This is the first time you've seen a spatial magician serving dishes, right?" Randy said with a smile.
"It's the first time." Milo nodded. He made a rough assessment in his mind. The speed of serving dishes was incredible. For a medium-sized restaurant, this speed of serving dishes required an overloaded high-end kitchen.
And now, there was only one person in the kitchen … cooking leisurely.
"This boss … is a monster, right?" Milo swallowed his saliva. This casual operation had already surpassed all the chefs in the world.
"At this level, Mr. Mak actually restrained himself. Two days ago, he went to the Gourmet Conference and set up a stall. Thousands of people lined up, and he did it alone. When I was in line, I felt that there were afterimages of his hands. The efficiency of serving dishes was ten times that of the stall with more than a dozen people next door." Randy turned his head to look in the direction of the kitchen and said with a smile.
"Isn't this too casual? I can't feel the soul, "Garland complained.
Randy chuckled. "I feel that this is more soulful than those chefs who repeat the same actions with a dull face. Being relaxed and casual is absolute confidence in one's culinary skills. And from Mr. Mak's focused expression, I can see that he enjoys and loves what he's doing."
Garland raised his eyebrows. A person with a pen was indeed different. His words made him unable to refute, and he could only look at Milo for help.
"Yes, I haven't seen this kind of attitude towards cooking in a long time." Milo nodded in agreement. He looked at Meg with the same admiration.
Garland was speechless.
They were here to find fault this time to uncover the scam of carnivore and vegetarianism. But now, Milo seemed to be a little out of it.
Although it was his usual style to hit hard online and be submissive offline, praise was something that he rarely received.
"Here are your dishes. Please enjoy." Dishes floated out of the kitchen, and then landed lightly in front of them. At the same time, a crisp voice sounded in their ears.
Although they had already seen the means of this spatial mage to serve dishes, Milo and Garland were still a little amazed. They felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction when they thought of the mysterious and rare spatial mage serving them.
However, Milo's gaze was quickly attracted by the dishes in front of him.
On the long plate in front of him, there was a fish that was split in the middle. The golden-red soup was poured over the fish. It was crystal clear and seeped perfectly into the meat of the fish through the crisscrossing cuts.
The tempting fish fragrance rose together with the steam, making Milo's throat roll. This taste … was too tempting.
Garland's expression was similar, but he still asked in a low voice, "We don't seem to have ordered any fish, right?"
"This is not fish. This is eggplant with garlic sauce," Randy glanced at it and said with a smile.
"This is eggplant with garlic sauce?!" Milo and Garland were both shocked. They came closer and looked carefully for a while before realizing that it was indeed not fish on the plate, but eggplant that had been cut into the shape of a fish. It was cut with a knife and fried until golden yellow. If one did not look carefully, it was no different from a fish.
Such knife skills and craftsmanship made an extremely ordinary purple eggplant be reborn in an instant.
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