Mylo could deeply empathize with what Randy said about delicacies being hard to find, and even wanted to regard Randy as his soul mate.

  Mylo was a person with a very strict attitude towards delicacies. He was not just being sarcastic.

  If those businesses could be a little better, and stop serving mediocre food to their customers, he would not even bother writing anything.

  If there was any delicacy worth his recommendation, he would likewise not be stingy with his words.

  However, as of now, the rate at which such delicacies appeared was very low.

  He had been to many places, but the more he traveled, the more disappointed he was. He’d rather return to Rodu to diss on those restaurants.

  Mylo could not help but have some expectations for Mamy Restaurant after hearing Randy’s praises.

  Of course, he still had reservations despite the expectation. Randy might have come to that conclusion because he had not tried any delicacy before. This was not impossible.

  “I heard that Boss Mag had just launched a new product today. I didn’t manage to get out of bed for lunch, so I’m going to try this Mapo Tofu for dinner,” Randy said with an expectant smile.

  “That’s great.” Mylo nodded with a smile. He could tell that Randy was attached to this restaurant.

  Based on his observations of the customers, Mylo could ascertain that this restaurant did not hire actors.

  For a restaurant to have so many customers line up willingly to await its opening, it had to have some capabilities.

  However, Mylo was still suspicious of the standard of this restaurant. He had to try it and find it good for it to be really good.

  He thought that an average restaurant in Rodu could open a branch in Chaos City and be as popular as this restaurant.

  This was what was known as dimensionality reduction.

  The owner of this restaurant might be from somewhere else, maybe even Rodu, and had used its better-than-Chaos-City standards to win over a group of customers.

  The wait lasted half an hour. Mylo and Randy chatted casually, and they found much in common.

  The restaurant door finally opened. A young man in a clean chef’s suit walked out to greet the customers with a smile.

  “Look, that is Boss Mag. He is the owner and main chef of this restaurant,” Randy introduced.

  “At such a young age?” Mylo looked at Mag in shock. He looked like he was only around 30.

  He looked a little too scrawny for a chef. Who knew if he would be able to lift up bigger pots. Being a chef was a lot of manual labor.

  Besides, his chef’s suit was so clean and white. Although Mylo also had some expectations towards a chef’s dressing and demeanor, for a chef to work in a kitchen dressed like that was too much of an act.

  If even a drop of oil splattered on the suit while stir-frying, wouldn’t the entire suit be ruined?

  Or did he change into a new set every day?

  To Mylo, cooking in the kitchen dressed like that was akin to restraining oneself, and increasing the difficulty of cooking.

  “Yes. He’s the epitome of young and capable.” Randy nodded. After that, he lamented enviously, “The number of ladies who want to marry Boss Mag could already make up the circumference of Aden Square.”


  “That really makes one envious,” Mylo chimed in sourly.

  The customers started entering. Mylo also moved forward with the line.

  He watched how Mag greeted the customers familiarly and courteously, and could even call out the customers’ nicknames.

  “Not a bad atmosphere.” Mylo nodded. This small detail was enough to make one feel the humanity in this restaurant.

  “Boss Mag,” Randy greeted with a smile.

  Mag looked at Randy’s dark eye circles, and said, “It might be good to be young, but you still have to give your kidneys a break.”


  “I can’t take a break, so I’m here looking for you to get it all pumped up again,” Randy said with a smile and wink.

  Mag laughed as well. He knew that Randy had been a gigolo recently. A 30-year-old young lady was at the wild age. Randy could not make the call to rest.

  Since he had decided on this path, he should know that.

  However, it was written all over his face—he loved it!

  “Have a bit more roujiamo later,” Mag said.

  “Hehe, of course.” Randy quickly walked in so that he would not block the customers behind.

  Mylo nodded slightly to Garlan and Mylo in a greeting. They did not look familiar to him. They had to be first-timers.

  ?Mylo had a good first impression of Mag.

  The moment he entered the restaurant, Mylo’s eyes lit up.

  The scale of the restaurant could only be considered average. There were only a few dozen tables in the main hall, with simple partitions between the tables that did not affect the flow of traffic. At the same time, customers could have some private space.

  The designated hot pot area was on the right, and was majorly separated from the normal dining area, with only two arched doorways for entrance and exit.

  It was said that it was because having hot pot and normal dining had two different atmospheres.

  The accessories and decorations on the dining tables stunned Mylo at first glance.

  It was not because they were grand or big.

  It was because they gave one a sense of security and comfort.

  There was a comfortable distance between tables, and there were refreshing wooden decorations with some greens to make one feel at ease.

  Mylo was stunned at this restaurant that had one feeling relaxed and wanting to sit down and order some food immediately after stepping in.

  This was probably the atmosphere every restaurant would like to create. However, of all the restaurants he had been to, none of them could do it as well as Mamy Restaurant.

  What stunned Mylo the most was the ladies standing at both sides. There was a half-dragon, an elf, an orc, a demon… Although they were all of different races, the thing they had in common was their stunning looks.

  “This owner… is too good?!” Mylo exclaimed to himself. He looked away courteously, and reminded himself again that he was here for the food today.

  “Let’s take a sit here.” Garlan chose a seat closest to the kitchen. There, they could better observe this restaurant, including how the service staff would serve the food and how things were doing in the kitchen.

  “This kitchen… is open for all to view?” The moment Mylo sat down, he realized that the kitchen was actually separated by a large crystal wall. Sitting at this spot could enable him to see everything that was happening in the kitchen with one glance.

  “That’s really…” Garlan turned over upon hearing that, and was also in disbelief.

  “That’s Boss Mag being confident and proud. He’s not even afraid people would learn his recipes with this open concept.” Randy came to their table with a smile, and said, “Mamy Restaurant has a table-sharing rule. Do you mind?”