"Huh?" Everyone was stunned for a moment, and their expressions immediately became a little strange. Being recognized by a customer was one thing, they could just brush it off, but now they were directly recognized by the boss's daughter, and she even bluntly asked them if they were here to cause trouble. For a moment, they didn't know how to answer.
Amy's words immediately attracted everyone's attention. Not many guests had noticed the tour group before, but Amy's words reminded them that scallion pancakes and pork chops were well-known foods in Aden Square. They immediately remembered who these owners were and showed doubt and curiosity. Could they really be here to cause trouble, as Amy said?
Crassus and Yulian also turned to look. Someone dared to cause trouble while they were there? That was incredibly disrespectful!
Brandley looked at the group with some surprise, wondering who had the audacity to wreck the restaurant.
"I used to often stand in front of your restaurant and watch you. The pork chop must be delicious, right? And the scallion pancakes smell amazing too." Amy nodded and continued, but her expression quickly changed, and she looked at everyone with a scrutinizing gaze. "But why did you all come to my family's restaurant today? If you're here to eat, I'd be very happy to welcome you. My Daddy's rainbow fried rice and Rou Jia Mo are both super delicious."
"But if you're here to cause trouble, I won't allow it. If I, Amy, get angry, I can be super fierce!" Amy's tone changed, and she clenched her little fists in front of her face, bared her teeth, and said seriously.
"Pfft—so cute." Bernice chuckled as she looked at Amy, who was trying so hard to look fierce. Her eyes turned into little crescents. Her two children were almost adults and were always out and about. She hadn't seen such a cute little one in a long time, and she was suddenly overwhelmed with maternal love.
"We…we're not here to cause trouble." Andrew waved awkwardly, looking at Amy, somewhat at a loss. The little one was tiny and really cute, and she even praised his restaurant's fried pork chops. Although his nickname was a bit strange, but it wasn't unacceptable. He just didn't know how to explain the fact that they had come together.
"Well, little girl, we're here to eat, not to cause trouble." Miles said, calming down and shaking his head with a smile.
"Really?" Amy was still a little doubtful, but she slowly lowered her little hand that was raised in front of her and nodded, saying, "Then you all eat your food obediently."
Everyone nodded, all breathing a sigh of relief. Being stared at by this little girl was more stressful than being stared at by the boss.
"I'm sorry, the child is still young and doesn't understand much. Please forgive her for what she said." At this moment, Mai Ge brought out a plate of Yang Zhou Fried Rice and placed it in front of the guest at the next table. He reached out and patted Amy's head, smiling at Andrew and his group. However, there was no hint of blame towards Amy in his words or expression.
They were all in the same industry and had come together, so he didn't believe there was no hostility or spying involved. However, one doesn't hit a smiling face, so if they didn't cause trouble, he wouldn't say anything either. Amy's few words served as a warning, representing his attitude.
Of course, they can come to eat. They'll pay the same price anyway, and it'll be a new wave of customers coming to the restaurant. Mai Ge is happy about this, but if it's about causing trouble, he's not exactly a nice guy.
"Mmm." Amy rubbed against Mai Ge's hand and obediently stopped talking.
"How could that be? The little girl is so cute." Bernice looked Mai Ge up and down. He was around thirty years old, a bit thin, but in good spirits. His eyes were clear and bright. He was dressed in a simple, clean black and white outfit with a black apron, looking neat and tidy, completely different from the greasy feeling of other chefs.
"Boss, we're all restaurant owners in Aden Square. We just happened to get together for a chat today, and since your restaurant is doing the best business, we thought we'd come over for a meal and see what kind of delicious food attracts so many customers. We didn't mean anything by it, and we hope you won't misunderstand." Miles smiled at Mai Ge, making no attempt to hide his identity, and was quite poised and generous.
Mai Ge sized up Miles. He was in his forties, of medium build, wearing a well-tailored black shirt, and his hair was neatly combed up, giving him the appearance of a meticulous person. He smiled and nodded, saying, "Welcome, please have a seat and wait a moment. Your dishes will be served shortly." Two tables nearby were just about to pay their bills and leave, so he gestured for everyone to sit down and then turned and went into the kitchen.
The guests had expected a conflict, but to their surprise, the matter was resolved quite harmoniously, without even a verbal altercation. Slightly disappointed, they turned their attention back to enjoying their meal.
"This boss seems quite easy to talk to." Bernice sat down, smiling as she brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. Although she was nearly forty, her skin was well-maintained, and she looked quite gentle. However, her hands were a bit rough and calloused from being constantly soaked in water and holding knives.
"Yes, I didn't have that kind of composure when I was that age." Bishop nodded, a little ashamed. He had almost lost his temper after being provoked by a customer. If a group of fellow businessmen suddenly showed up, he would probably come out of the kitchen with a cleaver in his hand.
"Even now, you don't have that kind of patience." the bald man said with a smile, revealing the truth. Everyone smiled knowingly at his words.
Grandpa Bishop's temper has remained fiery for the past decade. He keeps his three sons strictly under his control, but because of this, he can now practically be a hands-off father. Any one of his sons is capable of handling things independently. In that respect, he's undeniably competent.
"Who said that?" Bishop blushed slightly, but since they had been friends for over twenty years, he didn't say anything.
"Little girl, is your name Amy?" Bernice turned to look at Amy and said with a smile.
"Yes." Amy nodded, looking at Bernice with interest, and asked curiously, "Auntie in Floral Apron, where's your floral apron?"
"I took it off before coming. I don't need to wear an apron when I'm not cooking." Bernice smiled at Amy, the little one's memory was really good. She thought for a moment and then said, "Does Little Amy like floral aprons? If you do, I can give you a small one."
"Great! Great! Then Amy can wear it when I learn to cook with Daddy in the future." Amy clapped her little hands happily.
"Please enjoy your Rou Jia Mo." At this moment, Yabemia came out with a tray, distributing Rou Jia Mo to everyone with a smile.