Meg was very satisfied with the railings and green plants. If only the 32 tables were spread out, it would look like a street food stall, which would make him feel less confident when he wrote the price of the dishes.
However, after the wooden railings were installed, they did not block the view and added a touch of bourgeois taste, which was worth the price.
"Mr. Mak, who did you hire to build this shop? I heard some clanking sounds and came over to see that it was done. I didn't even see a shadow. Isn't this too efficient? " Meg held Amy's little hand and was about to enter when Mobai came out of the blacksmith shop and looked at Meg curiously.
Meg stopped and looked at Mobai with a smile. "A renovation master that I met before. He was in a hurry, so he left right after he finished. He's a magician, the kind that doesn't do proper work, but his efficiency is not bad."
"Host, this system is warning you! This system is super professional! "The system's angry roar sounded in Meg's mind, but Meg ignored it.
"So he's a magician. No wonder." Mobai nodded with an enlightened expression. He inspected the expanded restaurant again, and turned to Mag with a smile as he said, "Boss Mag, your restaurant has doubled in size. Will it be easier for you to eat in the future?"
"The number of customers may not be able to double in a short time, but it should be easier to line up." Meg nodded with a smile. Mobai was also troubled. Although he lived next door, he was busy forging every day. By the time he finished his work, the line was already very far away. He often couldn't eat.
"That's good. Now I really miss the days when there were only two or three customers in the shop. It's not like now, where I have to look at the line in advance to eat. If I'm not careful, I'll overtake." Mobai sighed.
"Beautiful things are always worth looking forward to, isn't it?" Meg said with a smile.
"That's right. In order to eat Mr. Mak's food, what's the point of queuing?" Mobai also nodded with a smile. He looked left and right, then came forward and whispered, "Um … Mr. Mak, my alcohol addiction is starting to kick in. Can you give me a glass of beer? Just one glass is enough. I don't want anything else."
"The Mobai boss hasn't eaten yet, right?" Meg asked.
"Ah? Yes, I just finished work and haven't eaten yet. "Mobai was stunned for a moment before nodding.
"It just so happens that we haven't eaten yet. Why don't you come in for dinner and have a drink together? I still have to thank the Mobai boss for selling the shop to me. You're still the first customer this time." Meg opened the door of the restaurant and invited Mobai with a smile.
"Alright, I won't stand on ceremony then." Mobai looked at Meg and laughed heartily.
"Meow, meow ~"
As soon as the door opened, Ugly Duckling rushed out and jumped into Amy's arms. It meowed coquettishly, its big eyes full of grievance.
"Alright, I got it. I'll take you there next time, but from today onward, your appetite has to be halved. Otherwise, I feel like you're going to become a fat orange that can't fly," Amy said with a serious expression as she carried Ugly Duckling in her arms.
"Meow ~" Ugly Duckling looked at Amy pitifully.
"There's no use begging me. I've already made up my mind." Amy turned her head away. She had no intention of changing her mind. She looked around the restaurant curiously. From time to time, she would play with the hydroponic plants that were planted in transparent glass bottles and hung on the wooden railings with hemp ropes. It was simple yet elegant.
Meg went upstairs to change into his chef's uniform. He put on an apron as he walked to the kitchen.
The door was pushed open, and a long professional kitchen appeared before Meg's eyes.
After the expansion of the restaurant, the kitchen had also more than doubled in size. The single-person kitchen was a little cramped after all kinds of kitchenware, a large refrigerator, and a large water tank were stuffed in. In particular, it felt like he was surrounded by kitchenware when he had to cook several wok, skewers, and braised chicken at the same time.
However, there were sharp and shiny knives hanging from the knife rack on the wall. The grill was placed in the corner, and the four wok pots were arranged in a row. All kinds of kitchenware were arranged according to Meg's habits, and he felt very comfortable.
In addition to the horizontal expansion, the system had also increased the width of the kitchen by about half a meter. This way, the kitchen wouldn't be crowded even if there were four chefs cooking at the same time. Furthermore, there was more space for more kitchenware.
Of course, the thing that attracted Meg's attention the most was the grill made of yellow mud beside the grill. It was the same model as the one he used to practice making roast duck in the test field for the God of Cookery.
"This customization is really smart." Meg walked up to the grill and looked at it for a while, and nodded with satisfaction. There was probably no designer in this world who could understand what he wanted like the system, and it often exceeded his expectations.
A large plate of roast beef kebabs, a large portion of spicy grilled fish, and a large glass of beer. Meg and Mobai drank to their hearts' content and chatted for a long time.
Mobai was the restaurant's first customer and neighbor. He was also Meg's first friend in this world.
Mag had heard the dwarf blacksmith, who was determined to kill the giant dragon, talk about his past intermittently, but this was the first time he had heard him tell his complete story.
Mobai's father was also an outstanding dwarven blacksmith, and the weapons he forged were very popular. Mobai learned from his father from a young age, and he also became a blacksmith. He married and had children, and lived a stable life.
One day, a giant dragon attacked their tribe, and killed many innocent dwarves, including his father.
Three years later, he left the tribe and embarked on a journey to find that giant dragon. He couldn't stand the fact that his father and tribesmen had been killed for no reason, and he wanted revenge. Otherwise, he would never be able to rest in peace.
He left for over 100 years, but still didn't find that giant dragon, nor did he return to his hometown.
The war among species ended, and the Norland Continent welcomed 100 years of peace, but he was still on the road to revenge.
Mobai raised his head and downed the entire glass of beer in one gulp. His big brandy nose was red, and he said with a determined look in his eyes, "That damned red dragon, I'm going to kill it with my own hands!"
Meg refilled his glass and looked at him in silence. He didn't persuade him to go home, nor did he persuade him to let go of his hatred.
Mobai's choice might not be the best, but he had never experienced it, so he had no right to judge. If it were Meg, he would probably make the same choice.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Mak. When I kill that red dragon, I'll buy you a drink." Mobai was a little drunk, and he waved at the door frame before staggering toward the blacksmith's shop.
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