From the outside, the restaurant looked packed with people, and Vivian expected it to be noisy. However, she was surprised to find that the restaurant was quite quiet when she entered. Apart from the occasional compliment from customers on the food, even acquaintances spoke in hushed tones.
"Even orcs have learned to whisper?" Vivian raised an eyebrow as she looked at the two orcs whispering to each other. She had never seen such a scene in other restaurants.
Moreover, in this restaurant, orcs and elves were sitting at the same table, and demons and dwarves, who had recently been in serious conflict, were sitting shoulder to shoulder eating without fighting. These scenes made Vivian, who had grown up in the Chaos City, hardly believe her eyes. What could have made them abandon their faith?
However, her gaze was quickly drawn to the large red fish on the iron plate burning with flames on the table next to her. The spicy aroma and the rich fish flavor were perfectly blended together, and the steam kept wafting towards her nose. It was the same smell she had just caught at the door.
Fish has been her favorite food since she was a child. Although she hates picking out fish bones, but it doesn't stop her from having a fish at every meal.
Having eaten so much fish since she was a child, she had never seen fish cooked like this before. The whole fish seemed to have been grilled, but it wasn't like fish usually grilled over charcoal. It was covered with a layer of bright red sauce, and then drizzled with a layer of chopped red chili peppers.
The orc next to her picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of fish, and put it in his mouth. As if he had tasted something incredible, his eyes widened and his face turned from green to red in an instant. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to spit out the fish, but he looked reluctant. After struggling for a while, he swallowed it and let out a satisfied sigh.
Taking a couple of quick breaths, the orc picked up another piece of fish and put it in his mouth. It was incredibly spicy, but he couldn't bear to spit it out. Sweat quickly beaded on his face, but his chopsticks seemed unstoppable, one bite after another, his face beaming with pleasure.
"Gulp."
Vivian swallowed again. She had actually…swallowed while watching an orc eat? Even she found it hard to believe.
His eating manners were far from elegant, even somewhat vulgar, but he ate with such relish! He seemed completely absorbed in the food, what kind of spiritual path could allow someone to be so engrossed?
"Moreover, this fish doesn't seem to have any small bones?" What surprised Vivian even more was that this orc hadn't spat out any bones while eating the fish. How could a fish not have small bones?
"Guest, there's a seat over there. Please sit down and order your meal at your leisure." Just then, a gentle voice interrupted Vivian's thoughts.
Vivian turned to look at Yabemia, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She hadn't expected a half-dragon waitress, she hadn't seen one in the restaurants of Aden Square for a long time.
"But this girl is really pretty, especially her smile, which seems to have a special charm that brightens people's moods. And her dress is so unique, is it a new style that's recently come out? It's quite pretty. I'll ask Luna to go shopping with me next time." Vivian thought to herself.
Although she had gradually gotten used to receiving guests, but a blush still flashed across Yabemia's face when she was stared at by a handsome young man. This young man was really good-looking, and he also had a small mustache like the boss. However, compared to the boss, she still thought the boss looked more handsome and more masculine.
Vivian realized that staring at people was impolite, so she looked away and glanced at the dwarf couple who were getting up and leaving. The grilled fish on the iron plate was now just a skeleton, and there was grease on the table and chairs from the meal. The red oil stains made Vivian frown.
Just then, Sally strode over, cleared away the burner and plates, and casually cast a water ball spell on the table. The grease on the table and chairs was instantly cleaned, much cleaner than if it had been wiped with a rag.
"A water-elemental mage waitress wiping the table? This boss is a genius!" Vivian's eyes lit up immediately. She walked over and sat down, extending a finger to lightly wipe the table. Her fair and slender finger showed no trace of water or grease. Even she couldn't find anything to complain about. Although there were no private booths, but the service was truly impeccable and deserved five stars.
"I'd like one of those fish." Vivian said, pointing to the grilled fish on the table next to her.
"This is Spicy Grilled Fish. Guest, please take a look at the menu and choose the size and flavor of your fish." Yabemia said with a smile, gesturing to the menu on the table.
"There are size and flavor options?" Vivian asked, a little surprised, picking up the menu. The leather cover felt very comfortable to the touch.
"No need to look, just bring out all the dishes here. What kind of fish is this? Make sure it's the biggest and the best one." Before Vivian could even open the menu, a voice rang out from behind her.
Shawnard walked up to Vivian, smiling politely at her. "Brother, I think it's quite a coincidence that we're here together. Let me treat you to this meal."
"No need, I have my own money." Vivian glanced at Shawnard, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes, and refused outright.
Isn't this the guy who tried to bother her at the party that day? Dressed in such a tacky red outfit, his straight male aesthetic is just awful. She never expected to run into him here again today. But she's changed into this outfit, so he probably won't recognize her, right? Therefore, Vivian didn't show any panic on her face.
"Guest, the difference in the taste of Spicy Grilled Fish is not about whether it's delicious or not, but rather about each person's tolerance for spiciness. Please choose the flavor according to your own tolerance for spiciness." Yabemia said with a smile. She didn't have much affection for this seemingly ostentatious young master either.
Shawnard's expression froze after being rejected by Vivian, and then he was refuted by the half-dragon waitress. An inexplicable anger rose in Shawnard's heart, but he still had to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor in front of Vivian. He glanced at the slightly crowded restaurant where various races were eating together and said indifferently, "I'm booking this restaurant for tonight. Have your boss come out and see how much it costs to get these guys out of here. I prefer a quiet meal. Of course, this brother can stay."