After watching at the door for a while, a few passers-by paid attention to this restaurant whose decoration style was completely different from the surrounding shops, but for the time being, no one who wanted to come in and give it a try appeared.
Back in the restaurant, Mag cleared the table and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. Amy was sitting on the high chair behind the counter, playing with the blue-purple flame in her hands with great interest, and muttering a bunch of random things in her mouth. mantra.
Mag packed up the kitchen and came out. Seeing that there were still no guests coming, he sat down on the chair next to Amy and watched her play with fire.
"Father, if I throw this fireball, will it be the same as the magician's magic?" Amy suddenly turned to look at Mag and asked, raising her hand in a throwing gesture.
"Don't, don't, don't!" Mag quickly waved his hands. If this fireball was thrown, even if it didn't burn down the restaurant, several tables and chairs would definitely suffer. According to the stingy nature of the system, the remaining 2,700 copper coins would not be known. Is it enough for him to dunk?
"Don't worry, Father, I won't really throw it away." Amy looked at Mag's nervous expression, laughed, and waved away the blue-purple fireball in her hand.
"If it can be thrown and hit accurately, it should be called a fireball." Mag breathed a sigh of relief, thought about Amy's question, and nodded.
"That Mi can't do that." Amy shook her head without confidence.
"It doesn't matter. Before you become a disciple, father can practice with you every morning. No one is born with it. We are already very good at making fireballs by ourselves. I believe you can do it." Mag said with a smile. , looked at Amy with encouraging eyes.
"Yeah, Mi will work hard." Amy nodded vigorously, turned to look in the direction of the door, and said a little entangled: "But father, why doesn't anyone come in to eat? The rainbow fried rice you make is so delicious. .”
"Because they haven't eaten it before, they don't know how delicious it is. There will definitely be many people queuing up to eat it in the future." Mag said with a smile, feeling a little helpless. However, the price of six hundred copper coins is indeed a bit expensive for ordinary people, but the most indispensable thing in this city of chaos is rich people. No matter which race there are a group of rich people who like excitement and often come to the city of chaos. A few laps, or even a long-term settlement.
After all, here, as long as you have money, dwarves can enjoy the service of beautiful human girls, trolls can find a demon dancer, and even goblins may not be able to find a half-elf to accompany them...here, money can really help Do whatever you want.
"If there are many guests, then Mi can help Father." Amy looked at Mag with bright eyes.
"What can you do with rice?" Mag asked with a smile.
"Mi can help my father collect money. I learned arithmetic from Teacher Luna a few days ago. I learned arithmetic very well from Teacher Luna." Amy said as if she was taking credit.
"Luna...teacher?" Mag recalled for a moment, and quickly remembered that she was a teacher from the Chaos Academy under the Gray Temple. In my impression, she was a young girl who liked to wear dark green long skirts. She was usually a bit aloof. However, when he is with the children, he is like a completely different person. He becomes very amiable and well-loved by the children.
Amy is not eligible to enroll because she has no money to pay tuition. However, she often goes to Chaos Academy to watch their classes on the fence. Teacher Luna likes her very much and often calls her in to listen to classes together, and sometimes teaches her alone. She did some arithmetic and brought her delicious food, so her predecessor had a pretty good impression of her.
"Well, also, if they don't pay, then Mi will be cruel to them and scare them with fireballs." Amy nodded.
"Kill them? Can rice hurt people?" Mag was a little doubtful.
"Of course I will. I have seen the dwarf grandfather next to me before being vicious." Amy nodded seriously, then clenched her fists with both hands and raised them in front of her face. She looked at Mag with wide eyes and said: " Give me money, or I'll beat them all to death."
"Father, am I looking very fierce like this?" Amy kept this posture and looked at Mag expectantly and asked.
"It's so cute!" Mag felt her heart melt, but seeing Amy's expression so expectant, she could only hold back her laughter and nodded, "Yeah, super fierce."
"Then the task of collecting money will be left to Mi from now on, and I will ensure that the task is completed." Mi put down his hand and said happily.
"Okay, we will have to trouble us from now on, but when I have time, father will teach you how to look more fierce." Mag smiled and nodded, and did not refuse Amy's request, but she The way he looks now is so cute, he needs to be trained properly when he has time, otherwise he won't be able to control the situation.
Then, under Amy's entanglement, Mag told her a story about a match girl. Although it was an arbitrarily deleted and added version, the girl still enjoyed it.
"Father, is that roast goose really delicious?" Amy heard the end and looked at Mag expectantly and asked.
"It's probably quite delicious." Mag nodded, but suddenly felt that something was wrong. Is the point of this story really the roast goose in the window?
After the story was told, both of them lay on the counter in boredom, resting their chins on the backs of their hands, in a daze, their expressions and movements somewhat synchronized.
Mag knew it would be difficult at the beginning, but he didn't expect that throughout the morning, except for two demon friends who looked outside the glass window for a while, no guests came to the door at all.
"Father, I'm hungry." At noon, Amy turned to look at Mag and said.
"I'm going to cook." Mag nodded with a smile, got up and went into the kitchen. There was nothing he could do if no one came to the door. He couldn't do such a thing while standing at the door and shouting.
As for the attitude of guests, he had probably thought about it while he was in a daze. Although it was his first time to be a boss, after all, he had eaten in so many restaurants in his previous life. In terms of user experience, he was comparable to many restaurant owners. People know a lot.
Although a warm attitude will make people feel valued, it will also make some guests who don't like to communicate with others feel uncomfortable. And an attitude that is too arrogant and cold will make the dining experience of most guests plummet. The sentence "too much is not as good" is still very appropriate to put here.
Moreover, there are only two people in Mag's restaurant now: he and Amy. If Amy can complete the task of collecting money, it is considered very good. Naturally, he still has to handle the reception. So regarding the attitude of guests, Mag summarized his experience and based on the current situation of the restaurant, Decide to follow six words: kindness, distance, and equality.
Kindness is the basic respect for guests, which can put guests in a good mood before eating. As for the distance, it was Mag's choice to improve efficiency and make guests who didn't like an overly enthusiastic reception style feel more comfortable. The final equality is equality for all races. Mag feels that as long as those who choose to spend money in the restaurant are customers, regardless of race, he will choose to treat them equally.
Mag had just prepared the ingredients for two portions of Yangzhou fried rice, and when the rice was cooked, the bell at the door rang...
