Milo now seriously suspects that Randy has become the restaurant's golden salesman, and they have fallen into his trap from the moment they struck up a conversation.
It can hit Garland's pain point of baldness, intensify the pain caused by baldness, and be verified on site, using the group effect to make Garland lose his sanity as an intellectual.
Ten thousand copper coins, this is already half a month's salary for Garland. Even the cost of a dinner party in Luodu rarely exceeds ten thousand, but now he ordered a Buddha Jumping Over the Wall for ten thousand copper coins.
"Over the years, you have been worried about your bald head due to your rising hairline, and you have eaten and used a lot of things. Baldness is not a disease, it is a disability, and there is no cure." Milo made his final attempt.
"Your point of view is quite interesting." Randy smiled, "But even if you are disabled, Boss Mai can cure you with a bowl of soup."
Milo glanced at Randy and secretly thought that he had met a master.
"Buy! If I can let my hair grow before I go back and let my mother-in-law see me who is twenty years younger, it will be very interesting." Garland decided.
Milo didn't say any more. After all, Garland was the editor-in-chief of Whole Foods, a middle-class person, so why did he contribute a little money to his hair?
If it doesn't work, then they have one more material, and Randy can't escape false propaganda.
"Shocking! A carnivore gourmet is actually promoting anti-hair loss products for a restaurant!"
Such a title has already been scheduled to be the most popular article in the new issue of Whole Food Beauty next lunar eclipse.
To be honest, Milo has been a little disappointed since queuing up.
He had accumulated firepower along the way, but when he arrived at Maimi's Restaurant, he found that he had nothing to complain about? !
As a master of finding faults, he has eyes that can spot flaws and a mouth that can say the most heart-wrenching words in the simplest words.
But he happened to come across such a restaurant where he had nothing to complain about, no harsh words to say, and even his tone became a little gentler because of the environment and rules.
"These are all illusory things. Whether they are mules or horses, you will know when you get to the table." Milo ordered the meal, crossed his arms and waited for the food to be served.
The dishes he ordered were simple, with a mix of meat and vegetables, and were all dishes that Randy and Derrick had written about in Vegetarianism and Carnivorism.
Since he is looking for trouble, as a professional, of course he cannot make nonsense. This is not his style. Precise sniping and frontal sniping are his characteristics.
While waiting for the food to be served, Milo turned his head and looked calmly in the direction of the kitchen, but his eyes widened a bit.
From his position, he could clearly see the inside of the kitchen through the glass window.
It was clean and bright, completely different from the kitchens he had seen before. The spacious space was almost as big as half a restaurant, and all he could see was part of the worktop.
At this time, Mag was like a general sitting in charge of the central army. The pot on the stove was his right-hand man, and the spatula in his hand was his command flag and weapon.
He was seen wandering between multiple pots and stoves, cooking several different foods at the same time. He even had time to flip hundreds of kebabs on the grill and brush them with oil and various sauces.
It’s very exaggerated, you know?
There are several chefs in the back kitchen of others, and there are also several assistant cooks and apprentices waiting around. Not to mention that the work is in full swing, but the efficiency is not necessarily very high.
But Mag took care of all the cooking-related tasks by himself, including taking out the pot and putting it on the plate. It just made people feel that he was able to do it with ease and calmly. It even made people think that he could add two more pots.
As for efficiency.
Milo, who was sitting next to the kitchen door, had already seen the dishes floating past him and then landing in front of the guests who had ordered.
"It seems that Miss Barbara is back. The space magician is serving the food. Is it the first time we see her?" Randy said with a smile.
"It's the first time." Milo nodded, and he made a general assessment in his mind. The speed of serving food was simply incredible. For a medium-sized restaurant, such speed of serving food requires an overloaded high-end kitchen.
But now there is only one person in this kitchen... cooking leisurely.
"This boss... is a monster, right?" Milo swallowed. This freehand operation has already surpassed chefs all over the world.
"Boss Mai is actually very restrained to this extent. Two days ago, he went to a food conference and set up a stall. Thousands of people lined up, and he did it all by himself. While we were lining up, I felt like there were afterimages on his hands. , the meal delivery efficiency is ten times that of the stall with a dozen or so people next door." Randy turned to look in the direction of the kitchen and said with a smile.
"Isn't this too casual? I can't feel the soul." Garland complained.
Randy chuckled, "I think this is more soulful than those cooks who repeat the same actions with boring faces. The relaxed and freehand expression shows absolute confidence in cooking skills, and Boss Mai can tell from his focused look. Enjoy and love what you do.”
Garland raised his eyebrows. The person holding the pen was different. What he said made him unable to refute, and he could only look at Milo for help.
"Yes, I haven't seen this kind of attitude towards cooking for a long time." Milo nodded in agreement, looking at Mag with equally appreciative eyes.
Garland: "..."
They came here to cause trouble this time, to expose the scam of carnivorism and vegetarianism, but Milo seems a little out of sorts now?
Although it is his usual style to strike hard online and be submissive offline, compliments rarely happen.
"Please use your food slowly." The dishes floated out from the kitchen one after another, and then landed lightly in front of them, and at the same time, a crispy sound rang in their ears.
Although they had already seen the way this space magician served food, Milo and Garland were still a little surprised. They felt inexplicably happy when they thought that the mysterious and rare space magician was actually serving them.
But Milo's eyes were quickly attracted by the dishes in front of him.
On the long plate in front of him, there was a fish split in the middle. The golden-red soup was poured over the fish, crystal clear, and perfectly penetrated into the fish meat from the interlaced knife edges.
The alluring smell of fish rose up with the heat, making Milo's throat roll. This smell... was so tempting.
Garland's expression was similar, but he still asked in a low voice: "It seems we didn't order any fish, right?"
"This is not fish, this is fish-flavored eggplant." Randy took a look and said with a smile.
"Is this the fish-flavored eggplant?!" Milo and Garland were both surprised. After looking closely for a while, they realized that the plate was indeed not fish, but purple eggplants that had been cut into fish-like shapes. Cut it with a knife and fry it until golden brown. If you don't look carefully, it looks like fish.
Such knife skills and craftsmanship transform an ordinary purple eggplant into a completely different person.
