Meg was a little surprised. It seemed that yesterday's roujiamo had brought people to line up early in the morning. He nodded with a smile as a response, turned over the sign, and stepped aside to let them in.
"Mr. Mak, it seems that I'll have to line up earlier in the future. Maybe the line will stretch to the other end of Aden Square." Mobai came in first and said with a smile, "I'll have two plates of Yangzhou fried rice. Roujiamo is better for young people like them."
"Okay, please wait a moment." Meg nodded.
"Mr. Mak, I'd like a new dish. What's it called?" the small-eyed man who followed Mobai sat down at a nearby table and said to Meg.
"The new dish is la zhi roujiamo. It's already on the menu." Meg replied with a smile. In the morning, the System had automatically written the price of la zhi roujiamo on the menu, which saved a lot of effort for Meg.
And on the back of the menu, Meg had also asked the System to write down two rules in golden letters: 1. No shouting in the restaurant; 2. All transactions in the restaurant are cash. No credit!
As for the rest of the rules, he would add them later. After all, he didn't know what kind of situation he would run into when he opened a restaurant in another world. It wouldn't be too late to add them when he ran into them.
Meg's basic requirement for the restaurant was to provide a comfortable dining environment for the customers. It would be disgusting to be disturbed by someone talking loudly during a meal.
Cash transactions were to avoid some melodramatic events such as debt collection. After all, he opened the restaurant to make money and to give himself and Ai Mi a better life, not to open a charity hall.
Except for dolls like Miss Luna, who could make him feel grateful, he had to pay for the rest of the food. The cost of ingredients was not low, and Meg, who was in a hurry to save money, couldn't pay for it himself.
"I'll also have a la zhi roujiamo, no, two. I'm craving it after watching them eat it last night," a fat man said as he pulled out a chair and sat down.
Many people opened the menu and looked at it. La zhi roujiamo at 300 copper coins per serving was half the price of Yangzhou fried rice. Most of them ordered a serving first.
After Meg recorded the number of servings, he turned around and went into the kitchen.
The bai ji bread was already roasting in the oven, and the la zhi roujiamo was ready. All they needed to do was to put the meat into the bai ji bread, and a la zhi roujiamo would be ready.
"Good morning, Dwarf Mobai Grandpa." Amy sat down on a high stool with Ugly Duckling in her arms, and greeted Mobai. She also greeted some of the customers that she had met in the past two days, but most of them used some strange nicknames.
For example, the man with small eyes was called "Uncle Squinty Eyes," and the fat man over there was called "Uncle Big Squinty Eyes," because his eyes were squeezed into slits by his fat, but he looked bigger, so she added a prefix to distinguish him.
The customers had no choice but to accept Amy's unique way of giving nicknames with smiles.
After all, Mr. Mak's food was so delicious, and the little girl was so cute, so they couldn't get angry in front of the delicious food and the cute little girl.
"Good morning, little boss." Mobai nodded with a smile. Looking at Ugly Duckling, which stuck its little head out of Amy's arms, he asked curiously, "What's that in your arms, little boss? A cat? "
Everyone who was waiting for the dishes to be served also looked curiously at the little thing in Ai Mi's arms. It was furry and looked a bit like a cat. Its orange and white fur looked very cute, but they usually saw cats with pure colors. Most of them were white or black. They had never seen a cat with such a strange color.
Ugly Duckling was also appraising everyone in the restaurant with its sapphire-like eyes. It had been sleeping for almost the entire day yesterday, so this was the first time it had seen so many people. Seeing that everyone was staring at it, it instinctively bared its teeth and meowed a couple of times.
"No, it's Ugly Duckling." Amy shook her head and patted Ugly Duckling's head. "Ugly Duckling, don't meow. Don't disturb the customers."
"Meow ~" Ugly Duckling immediately became quiet. It found a comfortable position again and curled up in Amy's arms. It yawned lazily and glanced at the customers from the corner of its eyes. It couldn't be bothered to pay attention to them anymore, so it closed its eyes and went back to sleep.
Everyone felt that they were being looked down upon by a cat, and their expressions were a little strange. They couldn't even get angry at a little girl, let alone a little cat.
"Ugly Duckling?"
The customers were a little confused by Amy's words. They really couldn't see how this cute kitten was ugly and looked like a duck.
However, when they thought of Amy's casual way of giving nicknames and her sharp tongue, they understood a little. Ugly Duckling is just Ugly Duckling. This is probably its fate to have a master like Amy.
Under everyone's expectant gazes, Meg took out the la zhi roujiamo they had asked for. It was faster to make, and then he went into the kitchen to cook the Yangzhou fried rice.
Mobai didn't have any objections. Although he had arrived early, it didn't matter if he had to wait a little longer for the delicious food.
Smelling the aroma of the roujiamo, the small-eyed man opened his mouth and took a bite, savoring the savory taste in his mouth. After swallowing, something seemed to rush out of his bloodline. He couldn't help but close his eyes and let out a long sigh of admiration with a happy smile on his face.
"Is that all you've got?" Fatty Harrison looked at the small-eyed man with disdain. Although he was also looking forward to the roujiamo, he certainly wouldn't be as exaggerated as the small-eyed man.
He opened his mouth and took a big bite, but his eyes suddenly widened!
The soft cured meat was bitten open, and the sauce overflowed, blending with the soft and sweet bai ji bread. The delicious taste made all the fat on his body tremble, as if it were cheering and jumping for joy.
The fact that he could eat so much meant that he was very passionate about food. His family ran three banks, so money was never a concern for him.
When he was in the capital of the Roth Empire, he had eaten a big meal that cost hundreds of gold coins, made with all kinds of precious ingredients. He had thought that was the best thing in the world.
But compared with this roujiamo, those things were simply unpalatable. How could those spices and spices compare to such a fragrant gravy? Even the white steamed bun outside the roujiamo was so fragrant and sweet.
What was even more miraculous was that after swallowing it, it felt as if he had swallowed a mouthful of hard liquor. However, there was no throat cutting sensation like hard liquor. His blood began to boil, as if he had suddenly become violent. The fat on his body felt as if it was being burned, trembling slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
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