Huh? "
Mag looked at the rapidly increasing number of people entering the store in his mind, and looked up towards the door in surprise.
There were almost no new customers entering the store before, but unexpectedly there was a sudden burst of customers. Customers walked in in groups and took their seats under the guidance of the waiter, making the hall suddenly lively.
The number of people entering the store soon exceeded 300, and it continues to rise.
"What happened outside? So many people came in suddenly." Mia looked back towards the door in surprise, and asked Reina who happened to be wandering near them.
Reina was also a little surprised by the sudden increase in customer flow. After thinking for a while, she said uncertainly: "Those customers who often come to the restaurant to buy a lot of meat buns want to eat hot pot outdoors, so I asked them to arrange a table for them. You should start eating."
"So that's it. Those customers must have watched the Burning Legion eat hot pot, and then they couldn't help but come into the store to eat hot pot." Mia thought thoughtfully, looked at Mag with a smile and said: "The boss also often makes Xiaomi Doing things like this always works."
"This is indeed a good idea for hot pot that most customers don't know about." Mag nodded with a smile. Reina also made the Burning Legion advertise for Mai Rui Hot Pot by some combination of circumstances, and The effect is excellent.
And it is equivalent to a screening of customers. The customers who enter the store are very purposeful, and the order rate is naturally high.
"Then I should thank them properly." Rena said with a smile.
When the guests walked into the hot pot restaurant, their eyes lit up when they looked at the hall. Bright lights illuminated the hall. The splendid decoration style was interspersed with small fresh green decorations. There were nearly a hundred tables on display, with simple partitions between them. , but it does not affect the permeability in space at all.
The restaurant is very warm, and the air is filled with the rich aroma of hot pot. There are already more than 20 tables with guests sitting there. White heat rises from the pot. The guests are rinsing the hot pot while chatting, waiting for the delicious food to mature. , chatting becomes relaxed and enjoyable.
Such an environment makes people feel relaxed quickly.
Under the guidance of the beautiful and generous elf waiter, you can take a seat at your favorite location, then get the menu and start ordering.
To the surprise of most guests, the prices of the dishes in such a luxuriously decorated restaurant with all-elf waiters were not high, lower than the average price of many restaurants in Din Square, so they began to order with confidence.
The continuous flow of customers entering the store created a very good driving effect, and the Burning Legion people sitting at the door not only successfully deterred Isaac who wanted to intercept customers, but also completed the task of clearing mines for other customers. After standing around and watching for a while, most people couldn't help but move towards the hot pot restaurant.
"Let go of that duck intestine, I dropped it three rounds ago!"
"Then I really let it go?"
"No, no, no, put it in my bowl. If you put it down now, I may not be able to find it again after three rounds."
Everyone in the Burning Legion was completely unaware of this, and was completely immersed in the fun of making hot pot.
The crowd was like six blazing torches, which brought some warmth to the onlookers.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that some people come here specifically to warm themselves up by the fire.
Isaac and the skinny man watched this scene from across the street, both with melancholy expressions on their faces.
"Supervisor, what should we do now?" the skinny man asked in a low voice. He didn't dare to step forward if he wanted to stop him. He couldn't hit him again and again. He couldn't even walk over and lie down on the ground after being beaten.
"I'm too southern." Isaac said with a depressed look.
With those door gods guarding them, no matter who comes to their Cassia hotpot today, it will be useless.
"Didn't you say this morning that we were going to see what they were selling? Do you still want to go now?" The thin man then asked, glancing at the angry lava demon over there, and his calves were shaking a little.
"Go now, don't tell people clearly what we want to do." Isaac rolled his eyes at him, stood up holding the copy on the bench, and said: "Hold on to me, let's go back to the store first and let the boss send someone again. come over."
"Okay, please slow down." The skinny man was relieved and supported the limping Isaac and walked slowly in the direction of Cassia Hot Pot Restaurant.
When Mag and the others were almost finished eating, most of the seats in the hall on the first floor were already full, and steam was rising, accompanied by the sound of people chatting, and it was as hot as the boiling soup in the pot.
"It seems that I don't need to think of any extra solutions." Mag glanced at the number of people in his mind that had turned into 421/1000. It was noon now, and the busiest time for hot pot restaurants was in the evening.
The guests looked very satisfied. The unique pleasure of shabu-shabu shabu-shabu and the ultimate delicious food brought them a happy and novel dining experience.
The delicious food spread through word of mouth can bring a very high conversion rate to new customers. Mag believes that these more than 400 customers will bring more new customers to the hot pot restaurant in the near future. Through high-quality word-of-mouth, they will continue to Fission occurs.
"Check out." Mag raised his hand to signal the waiter.
"Sir, the boss of your table said that it is in her name. If you have finished your meal, you can just leave." The elf waiter came forward and said with a smile.
"On the first day of opening, whatever should be counted is what is counted. There is no way to blame the boss." Mag shook his head with a smile, took out the money bag from his arms, and said: "Here, how much did our table eat? "
"This..." The elf waiter looked at Mag with some confusion, and glanced left and right, trying to find the boss, but the boss seemed to have just gone upstairs.
"The total is 1,250 copper coins. I've already calculated it." Amy burped.
"No need to look for it, the extra is just a tip." Mag took out a dragon coin and three gold coins and handed them to the elf, then took Amy's little hand and walked towards the door.
The waiter took the money and didn't know whether to return it to Mag or accept it.
"Shouldn't we say hello to Rena before leaving?" Mia took the clothes and looked at Mag and asked.
"She will be very busy today, so we won't cause any trouble to her." Mag shook his head.
"Oh." Mia nodded obediently.
Everyone followed Mag and left.
Along the way, the regular customers of Maimi's restaurant all greeted Mag and the others familiarly, looking like a popular king.
Mag went out and a wave of heat hit him, making him feel a little dazed.
"Are these weird uncles burning themselves to warm others?" Amy looked at the Burning Legion people who were burning themselves up and said with some surprise.
"Um..." Mag pondered. If he really wanted to explain it this way, there seemed to be no problem.
However, he was indeed frightened by the way the Burning Legion ate hot pot. Six human-shaped fire pillars were surrounding a large pot to cook the hot pot. Even the iron chair under the buttocks was burned red. It fit the name of hot pot very well.
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