Seeing the long queue, Viktor beca convinced.
The two of them passed the queue and entered the tavern. It was a cramped room, and the tables were full, so the air felt a little stuffy
But sothing caught Viktor's attention. All of the custors seed to be eating the sa food, a food with a strange red appearance. And, of course, this surprised him.
'Do they all have the sa taste?'
Inside the small tavern, there was a black-haired girl, who looked around Barry's age. She was busy serving custors. After realizing that soone had interrupted the queue, she quickly approached Viktor and Viez.
"Sorry, please enter the queue if you want to eat here. The seat is limited to 20 people."
Viez, who seed to know the girl, imdiately persuaded her.
"Co on, Miriam. Don't be like a stranger."
Miriam's face looked reluctant at Viez's request. As if she was afraid of getting into trouble.
Viez, who was aware of Miriam's worries, then convinced her.
"Calm down. Just say that it's Viez. She won't be angry."
Only then did the young girl agree to provide a seat for the two of them.
Viktor and Viez sat at the far end of the table, near the kitchen.
"Today's lunch nu is an olette, and the drink is water. Wait a mont."
One of Viktor's eyebrows rose upon hearing Miriam's words. "Can't we order another nu?"
Miriam seed to shake her head. "We only provide one nu for each day and it depends on the chef's decision."
Viktor nodded after hearing Miriam's explanation. Now he understood why all these people here ate the sa nu. It turned out that the food they ate was the sa olette.
After that, the girl na Miriam entered the kitchen.
While Viktor and Viez sat, waiting for the order to arrive, Viktor looked around.
Everything here seed simple. Aged paint. Wall ornants were installed modestly. There were also unsynchronized mixes of wooden tables and chairs for custor seating and not even a cloth on the table.
Even in this condition, people didn't seem to mind eating at this stall.
When he thought about it, groceries were rare goods. So if it got to be processed into decent food, it must be expensive.
But the place was still bustling with custors, and the shop kept selling.
According to Viktor, whoever ran this business was quite interesting.
Not long after, a male custor appeared who had a problem with his food.
Miriam, who had been busy going back and forth between the kitchen and serving custors, imdiately rushed over to the custor who had complained just now.
From the table where Viktor was eating, he saw Miriam's argunt with the male guest.
"This Olete is not salty enough, give so salt or ketchup!"
However, Miriam politely reject the request
"I paid a high price of 20 spirit stones for this!, and i demand salt!"
Miriam tried to explain, but she seed at a loss for words. Being cornered, she went straight into the kitchen.
"Young Master, soon we will see the show," said Viez chuckling a little.
From the kitchen, a woman with a height of 155 cm walked out to the complaining guest. Miriam seed to be following her from behind. In the short orange-haired woman's hand was an iron pan.
The other custors who were enjoying the olette witnessed the arrival of the woman, laughing a little while making noise.
"You're the custor who said want more salt?"
The complaining guest confidently replied, "Yes!"
After that…
Bang!
The tray's violent smack landed on the male custor's cheek.
Viktor was surprised to see the action just now. anwhile, the other custors stifled laughter. From here, Viktor realized that the custors here already know very well the character of the shop owner.
"If you don't like my cooking, just leave! Find another place!"
Of course, the guest who had just been hit was furious.
"You bitch!" The man's hands clenched into fists, ready to hit the little woman. But the other custors imdiately stood up.
Imdiately the man gave up. Then he imdiately left the shop while swearing.
"This trash shop should just close forever! Your food is stale!"
Hearing what that custor just said, the little woman looked angry, she was about to chase after the man, but Miriam stopped her.
"Calm down, Chef" Even though she was a small woman, Miriam seed to have a hard ti holding her back.
Then Viez stood up.
"Julia!"
After hearing Viez's greeting, the woman called Julia imdiately changed her attitude.
"Oh, Viez. Sorry about this embarrassing show." the chef's eyes looked at the custors around her.
"What did you see? Mind your own business."
Instantly the custors returned to eating.
Julia ca over to Viez's table, and Viktor sat down.
"Who is this, Viez? Your boyfriend?"
Viez shook her head. "No, he is my boss, Mister Viktor."
"Oh!"
Julia's eyebrows shot up after hearing the words just now. She didn't expect her friend to work for soone else.
Viktor stood up. "Hello, Miss Julia. Viez said that this shop is run by a Michelin star chef, I ca to taste your food."
Julia then smiled. "If Viez agreed to work with you, Mister Viktor must be special. Wait a mont."
Julia, The Chef, and Sous Chef returned to the kitchen. Not long after, Julia herself ca with an olet to the front of the two of them.
"French Olette, Bon Appetite!"
On a white plate, there was a red olette with a sprinkling of green chives. Judging by the colour, Viktor was sure that this olette was made from mutated animal eggs.
'For the first ti, I'm going to eat the clumps-of-liver-like olette.'
Viktor wasn't sure he would eat this egg, while Viez seed to be eating it casually. Even the expression on her face seed to be enjoying it.
With a heavy heart, Viktor finally stuffed the blood-red olette into his mouth.
Viktor chewed the olette in his mouth. His tongue was trying to interpret the taste of the food in his mouth.
"How is it, Mister Viktor?"
Viktor was silent for a mont. Then he said. "Edible."
One of Julia's eyebrows rose. The tray she was holding was placed on the table. "What did you just say, huh?"
Instantly Viez's face turned pale.
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