As soon as this thought popped up, it was like a devil was released from the bottle. The smell of delicious Yangzhou fried rice slowly rose from the bottom of her heart. Just the aftertaste made Sally swallow her saliva. She had just eaten one in the morning. Big bowl of vegetable noodles!
"No! If I eat one portion, all the money I earn from working these days will be gone. I still have to save money to go further!" Sally shook her head hard, trying to get this idea out of her mind. go out.
But the more she tried to drive it away, the memory became clearer and clearer. The salty ham, the eggs that melted in her mouth, and especially the rice with the faint fragrance of the spring of life gave her some thoughts after traveling far away for the first time. The thought of going home.
Although her father and the clan elders who wanted to force her to get married were very annoying, her mother was still very kind to her, and she suddenly missed the time she spent snuggled in her mother's arms for a nap in the afternoon.
If she had not run away from home, as the noble daughter of a patriarch, she would not have had to do things like folding quilts. Moreover, she only had a dozen copper coins to tidy up a dozen rooms. This was something she could never imagine before. She wanted to make a lot of money. It actually takes many days to get a gold coin.
"I'm so hungry all of a sudden..." Sally suddenly lay on her back on the bed, her eyes empty, and all she could think of were bowls of rainbow fried rice. She was already an elf who had lost her dream.
"I wonder if the restaurant has any new products? That little girl... is so cute..." Sally's murmuring voice echoed in the room.
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"Sorry, all the roujiamo this morning was sold out half an hour ago, and the business hours are now over. The restaurant is closed. If you want to dine, please come early during the next dining time." At the door of the restaurant, Mag looked at the dozen or so customers standing outside and said with a smile.
"Boss Mai, I just want a piece of Yangzhou fried rice. Didn't I oversleep this morning? You should be accommodating. I'm used to eating your food. I really can't find anything edible this early in the morning." A tall and thin man looked at Mag and asked with a smile.
"Yes, Boss Mai, I made a special trip for half an hour in a carriage to get here. Even if I didn't eat the Roujiamo, I need at least one portion of Yangzhou fried rice, right? You wouldn't be so unkind and let me go back hungry. Right?" A fat man on the side also said, with a somewhat unhappy expression.
"That's right..."
The other guests also responded in a flurry. Although they didn't make it in time, they all felt that there were so many of them that Mag might be wary of their feelings.
"I'm sorry, the restaurant is open strictly according to the business hours, so everyone please go back." Mag shook his head without any hesitation, turned over the sign on the door, looked at the people who still wanted to talk, spread his hands and said: "If I now If I continue to make Yangzhou fried rice for you, then I will not be able to prepare the ingredients needed for the noon business. This is unfair to the guests who come to dine at noon. Please come earlier next time."
"Okay, then I'd better come back for lunch." Seeing that Mag had no intention of letting go, the tall and thin man had no choice but to turn around and leave.
"Boss Mai, you are...principled." The fat man glanced at Amy, who was holding the ugly duckling and walking slowly behind Mag. He naturally turned around in the middle of his harsh words and laughed twice. He turned around and got on the carriage parked not far away.
Seeing that Mag had no intention of discussing, the other guests had no choice but to leave. In terms of restaurant rules, Boss Mag was indeed very strict.
"Boss Mai is really different from other bosses." Yabei Mia stood in the door and looked at Mag's side face. Under the sunlight, her thin and handsome face made people feel very approachable. Those two mustaches add a bit of mature temperament. I am so lucky to meet such a boss.
Mag stretched himself. This morning, he sold more than 200 meat buns alone, and the number of new customers reached 95. This is the amount of a normal day. It is conceivable that there will be a wave of new orders at noon and evening today. During the big peak of customer flow, the restaurant began to officially enter the full stage.
"Father, can we listen to the Mushroom Elf singing a new song today?" Amy asked, holding the ugly duckling and looking at Mag expectantly.
"Boss Mai, wait!" Mag was about to close the door and answer Amy's question when a weak voice came from afar.
"Huh?" Mag followed the sound with some confusion. A delicate figure ran from a distance. A pair of wooden clogs made a clicking sound on the ground. Loose clothes billowed like waves on her small body. It looked like It was as if it would be blown away by the wind at any time. It was Visenio who had just bought two meat buns.
"This guest, I'm sorry, the restaurant has been closed." Mag looked at Visenio, who was trotting up to him, bending over with his hands on his knees, and shook his head with a strange expression.
It had only been less than an hour, and this guy's face was paler than before. When he ran over just now, his steps were sloppy and almost floating. This physical condition is probably similar to Mag's now.
However, in comparison, Mag was only weak in strength, a little thin in stature, with a good complexion and spirit, and bright and lively eyes.
And Visenio looked so sluggish, almost ready to collapse at the slightest touch, who knows what happened to him in the past hour.
"Aren't you going to sell it?" Visenio's voice suddenly rose a little, and he seemed a little disappointed, but soon his eyes lit up again, and he nodded with lingering fear: "It's okay if you don't want to sell it, I won't sell it. That’s good.”
"Huh?" Mag looked at her with some confusion. Was this person stimulated in some way? Why do I feel like my words have no beginning or end?
"Boss Mai, help...help me." Visenio stretched out his hand to Mag, reached halfway, his legs softened, and he knelt down in front of him with a snap.
"Um...this guest, there are still meat buns for sale at noon. Even if you can't eat them in the morning, you don't have to give such a big gift. The meat buns are really sold out." Mag was stunned and looked at the man kneeling in front of him. Visenio stretched out his hand halfway and then silently retracted it, saying with a strange expression.
Visenio glanced at his knees and was stunned for a moment. However, he really didn't have the strength to get up at this moment. It was more comfortable to kneel like this. He looked up at Mag with a sad and angry face and said: "Boss Mai, you Is that the kind of medicine he sells? My tigress was lazy when she got up in the morning. After eating two of your meat buns, she immediately became very energetic and almost ate me alive!"
