"What? How is that possible?! "
In the kitchen of the rotisserie, Ike exclaimed as he listened to a report from a waiter. Many of the customers in the restaurant turned toward the kitchen with perplexed looks on their faces.
"You're saying that the rotisserie stall only just started roasting meat, and there are already so many customers rushing over to try it? There's even a long line? "
The waiter nodded with an uneasy expression, and replied, "That's right. He sells his roast meat by cubes, and each customer can only buy one cube. However, there are still many customers lining up, and those who have finished their roast meat are begging him to buy more."
All of the other chefs in the kitchen became rather nervous upon hearing this. This bet wasn't just about a sign; it was also about the reputation of Cary's Rotisserie. If they couldn't even compete with a roadside stall, then what right did they have to call themselves the number one rotisserie in Rodu?
Ike contemplated the situation momentarily before shaking his head with a confident expression. "Don't worry, the customers aren't idiots. How can a roadside stall cook such delicious roast beef? They won't be fooled after tasting it. Let's see how many cubes of roast beef he can sell for one silver coin per cube. Cary's Rotisserie is the largest rotisserie in all of Rodu."
All of the chefs' eyes lit up upon hearing this. Indeed, how could a single person compare to their entire kitchen? This bet was about the number of customers that they could serve.
…
The delicious roast beef quickly spread like wildfire, and many customers were attracted to the rotisserie.
However, the restriction of one cube per person was like a fishbone that was stuck in everyone's throat.
Some of the customers were still trying to convince the stubborn owner to change the restriction, while most of them had already given up. However, they didn't go too far, and some of them even offered to help promote the rotisserie.
They weren't offering to help out because they were moved by the delicious roast beef. Instead, they wanted to see the depressed expressions on the customers' faces after tasting the delicious roast beef, but being unable to get a second cube.
Seeing as they had already fallen into the trap, they naturally wanted more people to fall into it as well.
Meg's expression was still as calm as ever as he turned down all of the customers' requests and carefully cooked every single cube of roast beef.
Sinclair no longer tried to persuade Meg. His attitude was slowly changing. At first, he was worried that Meg's cold attitude would cause a loss of customers, so it was better to sell more to customers that he already liked.
However, judging from the line that had already formed outside the stall, this worry was completely unnecessary. Even if each person could only buy one, the business was still booming.
This kind of feeling of dominating the entire scene with delicious food really made people feel like they were floating. Even he felt like he was floating.
Cary's waiter, who was in charge of recording the customers, was completely dumbfounded. He held the quill in his hand and kept drawing vertical lines on the paper. He could hardly believe that something like this was happening right under his nose. His hand was getting sore from holding the quill, but the customers and the beef on the grill showed no signs of stopping.
"Cary won't lose, right?" The waiter thought uncertainly. Even he himself was not sure.
"What is this little stall selling? Why are there so many customers lining up here? " A middle-aged man in a set of lavish robes emerged from a horse-drawn carriage, and he looked at the small stall that had been surrounded by a curious crowd. The entrance of Cary's Rotisserie was almost completely blocked off.
"Duke, I'll go have a look." A man who appeared to be a butler quickly strode over to the stall. After a short while, he squeezed out of the crowd and straightened out his slightly disheveled clothes as he said in a respectful manner, "Duke, this stall is selling roast beef by the cubes, and each cube costs one silver coin. Furthermore, the rule is that each person can only buy one cube at a time."
"Beef is being sold by the cubes, and each person can only buy one cube? I didn't think that something like this would happen in this world." The man referred to as Duke was a little surprised. He looked at the barbecue stall that was surrounded by so many people that he could only see its signboard. He smiled and said, "But judging from the enthusiasm of these customers, the roast beef must be delicious. Ken, why don't we go and try it?"
"Duke, with your status, eating from a roadside stall like this …" The butler by the name of Ken faltered slightly, but the meaning behind his words was very clear.
"I'm here to eat roast beef anyway. The roast beef from Cary's Rotisserie is indeed quite delicious, but perhaps I'll be pleasantly surprised if I can open a small stall right in front of it." The duke didn't pay any heed to Ken's words as he continued onward.
"Duke …" Ken and a saber-wielding guard quickly caught up to him, and they surrounded him in an attempt to force the crowd to disperse.
"We're here to eat; don't use your status to intimidate others." The duke shook his head as he stopped the butler before taking his place at the very back of the line.
The customers nearby were all rather surprised to see the duke in his lavish robes. Nobles generally disdained to eat from roadside stalls with commoners as they viewed such behavior as a disgrace to their status. However, this man didn't seem to be a normal noble, but he didn't give off the impression that he was putting on airs. Furthermore, he was standing in the same line as all of the other customers.
"This aroma really is making me look forward to tasting it." The duke took a deep breath of the aroma of roast beef wafting through the air, and his eyes immediately lit up as an expectant look appeared on his face.
The line continued onward, and the customers who had tasted the roast beef began to sing praises from the bottom of their hearts, tickling the hearts of the customers in the line like feathers.
The duke finally arrived at the stall, and he smiled as he said, "I'd like a cube of beef, Boss."
"Sure." Meg quickly picked up a cube of beef from the grill with a bamboo skewer before handing it over to the duke.
The waiter from Cary's Rotisserie was still scribbling on a piece of paper when he raised his head, and his eyes widened as he exclaimed, "Duke Abraham!"
"Greetings, Duke Abraham."
The waiter's exclamation immediately created a stir in the crowd, and all of the surrounding customers hurriedly lowered their heads in greeting.
"Even a duke is coming to eat roast beef from a roadside stall; is the owner of this stall a chef?"
"Duke Abraham is a very prestigious figure; if he wants more roast beef, Mr. Mak won't be able to turn him down, right?"
"That's a duke we're talking about! If the owner turns him down, he won't be able to live to see the next day! "
"Does that mean we'll have a chance to eat a second cube of beef?"
All of the customers were discussing quietly among themselves with excitement etched on their faces.
The waiter standing at the entrance of Cary's Rotisserie's Rotisserie also hurriedly ran into the shop.
"It's Duke Abraham!" Meg also raised his head with a hint of surprise upon hearing this. Alex didn't have much of an impression of this duke, who was a man of extremely high status but didn't hold much power.
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