"This pig butcher..." The old lady's face turned red, but she couldn't say anything else.
Everyone looked at each other and fell into a strange and awkward silence.
"I'm going to go and see what delicious food the boss has made that can fascinate so many customers." The proprietress in the flowery apron also took off her apron and walked towards the restaurant.
"Let's go, let's just give it a try. Only by knowing ourselves and our enemies can we come up with a way to deal with it." The semi-bald man looked at the two people walking away and said with a smile as he looked at everyone and started to take off his apron.
Everyone laughed when they heard this, agreed, took off their aprons, and walked toward Maimi's restaurant.
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"Another wave of new guests." Mag looked at the long queue outside the door, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, tried not to look so proud, and pulled the lock to open the door.
When the long queue of customers heard the sound, they all looked towards the door. Many people had been waiting in line for a long time, but regular customers knew the rules of the restaurant, so no one knocked on the door to disturb Mag.
"Boss Mai, I've been waiting at the door all morning, and my legs are numb." Visenio, who was first in line, looked at Mag with a resentful look on his face, his voice was weak, and he held on to the door frame to barely stand still.
"The business hours are written on the door, and the restaurant is open during normal business hours." Mag looked at Visenio, who finally looked better after taking a rest all morning, and couldn't help but laugh.
The saying that women are like wolves and tigers is not unreasonable.
"Okay, give me a hand. My legs are numb and I can't walk anymore." Visenio didn't mean to dwell on this issue. He raised his legs, then retracted them. He looked at Mag and said, "Yes." After hearing what he had experienced in the morning, he didn't dare to let go of the hand holding the door frame immediately.
The guests at the back would all smile when they heard this conversation. This guy really worked hard to get first place.
"Okay." Mag stretched out his hand to help Visenio come in and sit down at the table next to the door.
"I want three portions of Yangzhou fried rice, two to eat here and one to take away." Visenio said immediately as soon as he sat down. After thinking about it, he quickly took Mag's hand and asked in a lower voice. : "Boss Mai, are you sure the characteristics of this dish are relatively mild? Brother, I can't bear it anymore."
"Don't worry, I promise it will be gentler than the meat buns." Mag retracted his hand and patted Visenio's shoulder to comfort him.
"Okay, I'll trust you." Visenio nodded, with an expression as if he was ready to die.
"Everyone can come in. Please order your food and take your seats." Mag opened the door to the side, looked at the guests outside and said with a smile, then stepped aside to make way for the door.
"Welcome." Yabei Mia came out of the kitchen quickly, said with a smile, and began to order food for the guests in the order they entered the store.
"Boss Mai, I think you should give us old men a senior citizen's passage. It's really too much for us old arms and legs to line up with their young people here." Crassus also lined up in the front row and walked to the restaurant At the door, he looked at Mag and said.
Julian, who was in the queue, also immediately raised his eyes and looked over. At noon today, he asked Hei Tan and Mung Bean to check the store. He came early to queue up and waited for almost half an hour.
The other guests also stretched their heads and looked at Mag. If they were older and could be in the front in the future, it would be useless to come early.
"Sorry, we are all customers when entering the restaurant. The restaurant treats everyone equally. Moreover, if you eat two bowls of Yangzhou fried rice for an old person, you are no worse than a young person." Mag smiled and shook his head. There was no room for negotiation on this, and he It's not a hospital, so why don't we open a passage for the elderly?
Crassus glanced at Mag with some helplessness. He was Amy's master after all, and his status was not low, but this guy was still so inexperienced that there was really nothing he could do about him.
The seats in the restaurant were quickly filled up, and the remaining customers could only stand in line. However, many people were planning to buy Roujiamo to take away, so the long queue went directly to the counter in the restaurant. on, extending all the way outside the store.
Mag's eyes fell to the end of the team, with a bit of surprise in his eyes. The last seven people looked familiar, as if they had seen them somewhere.
Turning around and walking towards the kitchen, Mag suddenly remembered when he walked to the door. The big man with a shiny face and a fat body seemed to be the owner of the pork chop shop in front of him. From time to time, he could be seen killing pigs in front of the restaurant. The impression was quite similar. Shen, and several others seemed to be restaurant owners.
"What are they doing here? To ruin the place?" Mag raised his eyebrows. After the fermentation of Maimi Restaurant in the past few days, it has become famous in Aden Square. Although the restaurant still has insufficient traffic in this corner, every time The long queue at the door before opening is the best advertisement. It can be seen from a distance and attracts many curious customers.
Such popularity is naturally a thorn in the side among peers. Customers are the most important thing for a restaurant. Mag's restaurant can now have hundreds of customers in one meal, and they are all high-quality customers. This is very important to other restaurants. Of course, restaurants will have some impact.
Mag had already anticipated being targeted by his colleagues. After all, his family was in business in his previous life. Although he had never been involved in it, he had heard about it and would not panic when encountering such a situation.
He could even predict that imitators would soon appear in Aden Square. In addition to bringing the ultimate enjoyment and experience to guests, Yangzhou fried rice and roujiamo should also bring a completely complete experience to the chefs of this world. Subversive cooking models and concepts.
McGonagall doesn't actually dislike imitators. It is an interesting thing to start from a restaurant and influence the world's eating habits and cooking methods.
This kind of confidence and confidence comes from strength. If the copy is half as delicious as his, he will lose.
He can bring a new direction in cooking to the chefs in this world, but he will not teach them step by step how to make Yangzhou fried rice and meat buns. There is no such thing as making money together.
As for them thinking about it by themselves after eating, or buying Roujiamo and Yangzhou fried rice to go back and study, Mag has no way to stop this kind of thing. You can't let the system install a self-destruct device in the Roujiamo, right?
"How to wrap eggs on rice, how to marinate meat, how to knead dough to make soft white steamed buns, how to turn soybeans into tofu curd that melts in your mouth... The direction is there, but after a few years of research, it should be Not many people can make it. The ingredients provided by the system are the finishing touch, and the continuous introduction of new products is the core competitiveness of the restaurant. The food provided by Maimi Restaurant will not be the same twice on this continent." A smile appeared on Mag's face.
"The coming storm?" Mag shook his head, "It's not even a wave."
