"Mr. Mak, I heard there's a new dish today? The restaurant was a little busy, but I asked the waiter to come and try it first. " A young man with short blond hair, who had been standing at the door in a daze, looked up with anticipation as soon as Meg opened the door.
"Yes, but it's only a trial sale today." Mag nodded with a smile. The young man's name was Proll Mushan, and he was about 27 or 28 years old. He also owned a shop in the Aden Square, selling a kind of incense that was imported from the distant capital of the Roth Empire. It was very popular with women of all races in Chaos City, and he had five employees, so he made a lot of money.
He came here yesterday morning because he saw the restaurant's unique decoration. After eating a plate of Yangzhou fried rice, he felt he had found his life again, so he had eaten his lunch and dinner here. In the evening, he even brought two owners of the neighboring restaurants here.
He didn't come this morning, probably because he heard from his friends that the restaurant was releasing a new dish, so he waited at the door before the lunch service.
"Give me a plate, then. What's the new dish?" Proll asked, looking at Meg curiously as he walked in.
"It's la zhi roujiamo," Meg answered with a smile.
"La zhi roujiamo? What's that? " Proll frowned. He knew what meat and steamed bread were, but could these two things be combined to make a delicious dish?
But then he remembered the Yangzhou fried rice. He had asked Meg the meaning of the dish's name, and he had only said Yangzhou was a beautiful place.
It seemed like this Boss Mag was rather casual in naming his dishes. However, as a genius who could make such delicious food and completely overturn his understanding of food, it was understandable for him to be a little willful. Proll found a random seat and sat down.
"Okay, please wait a moment." Meg nodded and walked into the kitchen. When he passed by the counter, he saw Amy squatting down and stroking Ugly Duckling's back. Cats were addictive, especially cute little ones. Even Amy couldn't help it.
Meg had prepared the bai ji bread and braised meat in advance. He took a bai ji bread from the oven, cut it with a thin knife, and put the chopped meat into it evenly. He poured a spoonful of la zhi sauce on it, put it in a paper bag, and walked out of the kitchen. "Your la zhi roujiamo," he said with a smile.
"It smells so good!" Proll took the roujiamo. The first thing he was attracted by was the smell of the meat, which was more impactful than the Yangzhou fried rice. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
The kraft paper bag was very clean and intricate, and there was an adorable half-elf drawing on it. He recalled that Mag had an adorable half-elf daughter, but he didn't think that Mag would use her back as a trademark. That was a very bold move, and he was indeed an interesting person and a good father.
His shop often dealt with different races, so he knew the awkward situation of half-races.
As a businessman, Proll treated everyone equally. And Mr. Mak's little girl was really cute. All the customers in the restaurant liked her. But she wasn't here today?
Drawing back his thoughts, Proll looked at the delicious food in the bag. It was a whole white bun with a slit in the middle, and the fragrant meat was stuffed into it. So this is the meaning of roujiamo. But is this meat called la zhi pork?
With some doubts, Proll couldn't resist the temptation of the fragrance. He opened his mouth and took a bite, full of expectation.
The delicious taste burst out in his mouth almost instantly. The delicious gravy stimulated every taste buds, making him feel unusually satisfied. Different from the mild feeling of the Yangzhou fried rice, this taste was more stimulating, just like the difference between spring water and strong wine. It turned into a hot current, guiding the hot blood in his blood to rush through his veins.
"Ah!" Proll, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened them. He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. The blood in his body was surging, just like the first time he confessed to the girl next door. It made him, who was already young, regain his vitality all of a sudden.
Immersed in dealing with different races every day, he always kept a smile on his face. He even forgot what a real smile was like.
But now, he seemed to have found the feeling of smiling again. This delicious food really made him happy. He couldn't help but want to laugh.
One bite after another, Proll had a happy smile on his face from beginning to end. He had come to Chaos City at the age of 17, and started as a waiter. He had knelt, cried, lost, and won. In the end, he had gained a firm foothold in Chaos City and opened his first shop in Aden Square. In the blink of an eye, ten years had passed. The appearance of his hometown had faded away.
The past few years of peace and comfort seemed to have made him forget the first time he had come to Chaos City, and the first time he had seen the vast and majestic Aden Square, the boy had told him that he wanted to own 10 shops in the Aden Square, and that he wanted to be the best of the best.
After finishing a roujiamo, Proll suddenly looked up at Meg and said with a smile, "Mr. Mak, I think I should open a second shop."
"Good." Meg nodded with a smile. He didn't know why Proll suddenly said that, but this roujiamo seemed to have given him strength. This change made him feel good.
"Please give me another roujiamo. I'm sure this kind of blood-boiling food will be popular in Chaos City," Proll said with certainty, smiling.
"Okay, please wait a moment." Meg nodded. He went into the kitchen to make another roujiamo.
After finishing the second roujiamo, Proll took out his purse and looked at Meg. "Mr. Mak, I want to take five roujiamos back for my friends to try. Is that okay?"
"Today is a trial sale. One person can only order three roujiamos." Meg shook his head slightly. The trial sale was to attract some attention in advance and lay the foundation for tomorrow's official sale. He didn't make many roujiamos.
"Alright, let's have one more. There's a lad whose father passed away, and he can't lift his spirits. I hope Boss Mag's delicacy can give him some strength to stand up again." Proll nodded. As a businessman, he could naturally understand Mag.
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