"Don't worry, they can't cause trouble." Mai Ge smiled and shook his head. He had witnessed the entire conservation between Yabemia and them. He could tell that these people were not unreasonable. Most of them were just curious about why the restaurant could attract so many customers and wanted to learn from their experience.
Of course, if they really wanted to cause trouble, he wasn't worried at all. Yulian and Crassus wouldn't even need to show up. Amy alone would be enough to give them a hard time.
Moreover, they probably just saw that the restaurant was doing very well and wanted to learn from its experience.
Mai Ge didn't take this level of tasting seriously. But when the restaurant becomes more popular, famous in Aden Square, in Chaos City, and even throughout the entire Nolan Continent, he'll probably attract even more chefs with ulterior motives, trying every means to learn how to cook from him.
"Just serve them the food as usual, I think they'll like it." Mai Ge nodded, took a plate from the side, plated the Yang Zhou Fried Rice that had been cooked in the wok, and gestured for Yabemia to take it away.
"Oh, okay." Yabemia quickly stepped forward to take the fried rice. Seeing Mai Ge so calm and composed, she felt as if she had suddenly found her pillar of support, and a confident smile returned to her face.
That's right. She didn't believe anyone else could make such delicious food as Boss Mai, not even those who had eaten it.
She'd helped in the kitchen for so many years, yet most of the ingredients and seasonings Mai Ge used were completely unfamiliar to her, and some she'd never even heard of being used in cooking.
Mai Ge was a genius, creating all sorts of incredible dishes with seemingly magical hands, far beyond the reach of ordinary chefs.
"Little Amy, are you still hungry? Would you like some more? It's on me." Crassus said with a smile, holding a spoon in one hand, while giving Yulian a smug look.
Yulian promised this morning that he would cover all three meals for Amy when she attended his classes three days a week, which was a considerable expense. He was deliberately bringing up this topic to annoy him.
"Hmph." Sure enough, Yulian glanced at him sideways, and the spoon he was holding was covered with a layer of frost.
"No need, I'm already full." Amy shook her head, looked at Crassus, and gave a cute smile. "But if you're so eager to treat me to a meal, then I'll have to ask you to take care of my three meals when I'm taking your classes from now on."
Crassus's smile froze instantly. He had only intended to tease Yulian, but he hadn't expected to get himself into this mess. Amy's response was so natural that he almost felt like he should just agree.
"Little Amy, if you get hungry at night, you can have a late night snack. I'll take care of it all." Yulian smiled, his slightly hoarse voice sounding cheerful. He looked at Crassus with a gloating expression.
"Okay! Thank you, Master Turtle Shell." Amy nodded happily, then turned her gaze to Crassus, waiting for his answer.
"Alright, then I'll cover all your meals when you come to my classes from now on." Crassus sighed and nodded somewhat helplessly.
What could he do? He had encountered such a disciple who knew how to save her father money, who didn't have to pay for a master and even provided three meals a day, and who was also so cute and adorable. Of course, he could only agree to such a request.
"Anyway, all that money is piling up and it's almost getting moldy. If we come here to eat, it'll probably take a hundred years to finish it all." Crassus thought about how the monthly allowances and subsidies the royal family had given him over the past hundred years seemed to have been carelessly thrown into a large room.
A few years ago, Arthur reminded him that the room was full, so he moved to a bigger room and replaced all the money in it that was decades old with new gold coins. It is said that some of the rare coins were sold for a lot of money.
He wasn't sure exactly how much, but it should be a lot. He'd go back and write a message by carrier pigeon to have Arthur bring the money along. With an apprentice like this, there would be plenty of expenses in the future.
"Master Half Beard, you're so kind." Amy said happily, swinging her short legs happily as she sat on the high stool, making the Ugly Duckling that had just fallen asleep on her lap sway left and right. The Ugly Duckling opened its eyes and glanced at her with a hint of resentment.
"Ugly Duckling, do you have a problem with me?" Amy stopped swinging her legs and leaned down to look at the Ugly Duckling seriously.
"Meow meow~" The Ugly Duckling immediately shook its head, its gaze incredibly sincere. A problem? How could it dare to have one!
"If you have any objections, you can say so. How am I supposed to know you have objections if you don't say anything?" Amy continued earnestly.
"Meow?" A hint of hesitation appeared in the Ugly Duckling's eyes, as if it was considering the credibility of Amy's words.
"If you tell me something and I think it makes sense, I'll definitely correct it. I'm a good girl who knows how to correct my mistakes." Amy said, her expression becoming even more sincere as she coaxed it gently.
"Meow meow~" The Ugly Duckling hesitated for a moment, pointed to Amy's short legs, then gestured with its little paws to make a shaking motion, shook its head vigorously, and then made a sleeping posture, looking at Amy with its sapphire-like big eyes full of expectation.
"Ugly Duckling, I knew you had a problem with me, now you admit it yourself!" Amy angrily rubbed the cat's head, watching the Ugly Duckling's soft face change shape in her hands, and was overjoyed.
"Meow—" The Ugly Duckling looked utterly dejected. It's all a trick! This world is full of tricks!
Amy stopped playing when she had fun, and then cupped the Ugly Duckling's face in her hands and said seriously, "It's impossible for me not to shake my leg. If you don't like it, then go lie down on the ground yourself."
The Ugly Duckling peeked at the ground, then at Amy's short legs, and spinelessly curled back up, falling asleep as Amy shook her legs.
Customers generally eat quite quickly. After all, with such delicious food, it's hard to resist the urge to eat most of the time. And since the restaurant only offers Yang Zhou Fried Rice and Rou Jia Mo, the long queues are quickly shortening.
Many customers eat their Rou Jia Mo directly in their hands while walking, saying that eating it while moving around is a unique experience
"Huh? Grandpa Scallion Pancake, Fat Uncle Pork Chop, Auntie in Flower Apron..." As the line shortened, Amy's eyes lit up as she pointed to the approaching tour group members, giving each of them a nickname.
The group was taken aback. First, they had inexplicably acquired a strange nickname. What was even stranger was how this half-elf little girl knew them.
The nicknames were strange, but they were indeed somewhat related to them. Looking at each other, they surprisingly found them quite fitting. But wasn't this girl the restaurant owner's daughter?
Amy looked at the group, thought for a moment, and asked curiously, "But, are you here to cause trouble?"