Even though Abraham was feeling quite conflicted, he still strode into the restaurant without any hesitation. In the face of delicious food, all of this was nothing.
All of the customers who had been waiting for a long time also filed into the restaurant, and soon, all of them were seated.
"Abraham, male, 43 years of age, normal human. Symptoms: Abdomen swelling, multiple ulcers in his stomach, gastric acid reflux, poor elasticity of his intestines, difficulty in urinating. Diagnosis: Excessive turbidity, chronic gastric ulcers and severe inflammation, at risk of developing gastric cancer, constipation.
"Vicennio, male, 29 years of age, normal human. Symptoms: Pale complexion, dry skin, weak waist and knees, mental fatigue, cold limbs, dizziness, tinnitus, low back pain, memory loss. Diagnosis: Severe kidney deficiency!"
"Harrison …"
In the kitchen, Mag looked at one message after another with a grave expression. This was the first time that he had opened the Omniscient Door after its upgrade, or rather, the Door of Physical Examination. All of the customers who appeared to be normal all had some ailments that made him feel a little concerned after entering through the door.
Of course, Vicennio was an exception … This man had always appeared to be suffering from kidney deficiency, and it would be strange if the system hadn't detected this.
However, Abraham's stomach seemed to be quite problematic. It was common knowledge that overeating was harmful to one's stomach. Back in the day, he had been able to restrain himself, but due to his obsession with novelty, he still had some issues with his stomach.
Abraham's problem was clearly far more serious than his. If he didn't take good care of himself, he could develop gastric cancer, which would be a terminal illness.
By the way, is cancer considered a terminal illness in this world? Meg thought to himself with a curious expression. After all, this was an alternate world, and severe injuries could be healed with a single healing spell. However, he wasn't sure if cancer could be treated.
In any case, Abraham's digestive issues should at least be warned that there was a high chance that he would develop a disease.
Yabemiya began to order the customers in the order that they had entered the restaurant. There were many customers, but the restaurant was completely quiet. All of the customers were seated peacefully, and even when they were conversing with one another, they were all speaking in hushed tones. There was no loud chatter, nor any discordant arguments.
Abraham glanced at the ferocious-looking minotaur demon and the tall orc sitting beside him, and felt a little uncomfortable.
He finally understood why Meg had made a bet with the head chef of Cary's Rotisserie back in Rodu. There was no enmity between them; he simply couldn't stand the sight of Cary's Rotisserie.
In Mamy's, not only was there no distinction between commoners and nobles, there were also no restrictions on race.
Even as the duke of the Roth Empire, he had never shared a table with demons and orcs.
Abraham glanced at the man sitting across from him, who seemed to be from the Holy Ground. He didn't show any fear as he sat beside the minotaur demon. He seemed to be used to this and gradually relaxed.
"Hello, what would you like to order?" Yabemiya quickly approached her and asked with a smile.
"Let me see." Abraham picked up the menu on the table, and as soon as he opened it, he was greeted by a series of delicacies accompanied by pictures.
Spicy grilled fish, fragrant steak, tempting roujiamo … Every single dish looked so enticing that Abraham couldn't help but salivate.
"Which one? Heh, only children make choices. " Abraham closed the menu, and turned to Yabemiya with a smile as he said, "I'd like to have a portion of everything on the menu. Please order the dishes for me, Mr. Mak."
"All of them?" Yabemiya was a little hesitant as he looked at Abraham. Giant dragons, trolls, and demons did indeed have much larger appetites than the average human, but Abraham was only a normal human; how could he eat so much?
All of the surrounding customers were also looking at Abraham with befuddled expressions. Setting aside how much it would cost to serve all of the dishes on the menu, just the fact that he had to eat all of them was already beyond the ability of a normal human. After all, humans only had one stomach.
"Yes, all of them." Abraham nodded with a firm expression. He hadn't eaten properly for many days in preparation for this meal. He had been waiting in line ever since he arrived late in the morning, and his stomach was completely empty. He didn't want to miss out on any of these delicacies.
"Alright, please wait a moment." Yabemiya glanced at Abraham, and didn't ask any further questions as he nodded.
"Did you purposely come here to eat after starving for a few days?" Vicennio, who was sitting in the opposite corner, looked at Abraham in surprise. Even though he had been eating at Mamy's every day, he had still underestimated the thirst and thirst of a young woman in her thirties. Instead, his body was getting weaker and weaker.
He was glad that his wife didn't know about Mamy's yet. Otherwise, he couldn't imagine how crazy a woman would become after eating roujiamo …
"I don't refuse any delicacies." Abraham nodded with a smile. He looked at the only human at the table, and his gaze became much friendlier. In the past, he would never have the chance to sit at the same table as a commoner. However, when he looked at Vicennio's sunken eyes, he said meaningfully, "Young man, you should still control yourself. Otherwise, when you get older, you'll only be able to shed tears for nothing."
"Alas …" Vicennio covered his face with his hands and sighed deeply. As a pretty boy, there were always gains and losses. He had one foot in a pirate's ship, and there was no way out. His body couldn't take it. No one knew better than him that his body couldn't take it. He had wanted to rely on Mr. Mak's food to turn over a new leaf, but he was still being pressed down by Mr. Mak's body, and … it was even more intense than before.
"Wait a moment." Meg, who was about to start cooking, hesitated for a moment when he heard Abraham's order. Then, he put down the spatula in his hand and walked out of the kitchen. He went straight to Abraham and said with a smile, "Duke Abraham, although the restaurant doesn't interfere with the customers' orders, for the sake of your health, I suggest you order two or three dishes, and choose something lighter."
"Why? I'm in good health. There are so many delicious food here. How can two or three dishes be enough? Of course, the heavier the taste, the better. Are you sure you're not mistaken, Mag? "Abraham looked at Mag with a perplexed expression, and patted his own chest as he spoke.
The customers also looked at Meg curiously. Usually, Meg never interfered with the customers' orders. What was wrong with him today? Why did he reject the business that was delivered to his door?
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