Amy's and Little Guai's warning was not very effective, but it made the customers realize that they shouldn't talk about their father in front of their children. All the gossip stopped immediately.
"There's nothing to talk about. Why don't we talk about the tofu pudding instead? I think the weather is good today, and it's suitable for savory tofu pudding."
"What savory tofu pudding? It's clearly sweet tofu pudding that goes better with good weather! Long live the sweet party! "
"Sweet tofu pudding is a heresy!"
Soon, the traditional debate in front of Amy's started again.
Cynthia stood in the line with complicated thoughts. She had already made up her mind to go to the editor's office the next morning and ask them to remove that book from the shelves.
Although this book had brought her a very generous remuneration, she would feel guilty if it came at the cost of Mr. Mak's reputation.
She had always been proud of herself for being able to earn a living with her pen and paper.
She could lose a book that made money, but she couldn't lose her dignity.
The restaurant opened for business, and the customers came in one after another.
Cynthia walked to Mag, nodded slightly as usual, and was about to walk past him.
"Lone Wolf of the Northwest," Meg suddenly said softly.
Cynthia stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Meg. Her eyes widened as if she was shocked.
However, Meg greeted the next customer calmly as if the person who had just spoken wasn't him.
Was it an illusion? No … It's really Mr. Mak's voice! But … but how did he know? Cynthia's heart pounded as if she had done something wrong and was suddenly exposed.
The customer behind her looked at Cynthia, who was standing still, and coughed to remind her.
Cynthia came back to her senses and looked deeply at Meg before quickly walking to an empty seat at the side.
After sitting down, Cynthia still couldn't calm down.
In Chaos City, apart from her editor, no one else knew what she, the Lone Wolf of the Northwest, looked like, whether she was a man or a woman.
But how did Mr. Mak know her pen name? It shouldn't be!
"Dear customer, what would you like to order?" Yabemiya asked Cynthia with a smile.
"Hmm? Ah … "Cynthia raised her head to look at Yabemiya and was stunned for a moment. She then lowered her head to look at the menu in front of her, feeling a little uneasy and conflicted.
"Mr. Mak knows that I wrote it? Will he take revenge on me? Put drugs in the food? Poison? "The more Cynthia thought about it, the more she felt a chill run down her spine, and her palms started to sweat.
"Guest?" Yabemiya saw the cold sweat on Cynthia's forehead and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
"I … I'm fine. I want a portion of braised pork, a portion of eggplant with garlic sauce, and a bowl of rice." Cynthia quickly said. She couldn't care less. Since Boss Mag already knew about it, she didn't care whether he had poisoned or drugged the food.
She was the one who caused all this trouble. Even if Mr. Mak wanted to do something to her, she deserved it.
Cynthia's mind was in a mess. Meg was peeling noodles in the kitchen, but he was also secretly observing her.
He wanted to know what this lass was thinking when she came to Mamy Restaurant for a meal. Was she the kind of pervert who wanted to see how he was going to keep her after she caused such a scene, or was she feeling guilty and wanted to make up for it?
So far, it seemed that she still felt guilty and uneasy about everything that had happened. At least, she didn't show any signs of gloating.
Of course, this didn't mean that Meg had forgiven her.
Everyone had to pay the price for what they had done. Regardless of whether it was your intention or not, this incident was ultimately caused by a book.
Not long after, Cynthia's braised pork and eggplant with garlic sauce were served.
Smelling the rich aroma of the meat, Cynthia swallowed her saliva.
For this meal, she had purposely skipped breakfast and lunch, emptying her stomach to welcome the delicious food.
But looking at the steaming hot braised pork, glowing with an enticing oil and emitting a tempting aroma, she felt a little conflicted.
Eat it. This was a positive signal from her body.
Don't eat it. This was her remaining rationality telling her that there was a risk.
Although the braised pork emitted an enticing aroma, it also hid a dangerous aura that made people vigilant.
However, this struggle only lasted less than three minutes.
She picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork, and put it into her mouth.
Ah —
This orgasmic delicacy!
Even if she died like this, it would be worth it!
Cynthia was exultant, feeling that her life had reached the peak.
Her hungry stomach was appeased, and her taste buds were already kneeling down to sing the song of conquest.
Even though she knew that this mouthful might be poisonous, she just couldn't stop.
After eating a few pieces of braised pork and half a bowl of rice, Cynthia raised her head and looked in the direction of the kitchen, her eyes full of tears.
"Mr. Mak, I'm sorry …"
Cynthia was indeed a little apologetic. Such an excellent chef, such an excellent man, had been called a jerk and criticized by others because of a doujinshi.
Tomorrow, I must solve this problem, and then officially apologize to Mr. Mak, Cynthia thought in her heart. She had already made up her mind.
She didn't want anyone to be hurt because of this incident. Her original intention was only to write an interesting story and share it with other young girls who were also in love. She could also earn some living expenses at the same time.
After the dinner service ended, Gina hugged Little Guai, who was already asleep, and looked at Meg to comfort him. "Boss, don't take this to heart. We all believe in your character. The rumors will soon be dispelled."
"It's just a small matter." Meg smiled and touched Little Guai's face gently. "As for you, are you not used to sleeping alone with Little Guai at night? Does the little guy sleep well at night? "
"Yes, she's very good." Gina nodded. Her smile was radiant with motherly love. "She sleeps until dawn every day. She doesn't cry or make a fuss. I feel like I sleep better with her in my arms."
"That's good. She's a little guy who knows how to make adults worry." Meg smiled. He was worried that Gina wouldn't be used to being a mother for the first time. Now, it seemed that his worries were completely unnecessary.
"Then you all should go back and rest." Meg stood at the door and watched the girls leave.
"Did you find that place when you went out today?" Irina stood behind Meg and asked with a smile.
Meg closed the door and turned to look at her. He smiled and asked in return, "Guess who I found?"
"An acquaintance committed the crime?" Irina said in surprise.
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