When the streamer saw the replies, he felt himself swelling with delight.
After all, he no longer needed to conduct the interview and could join the line directly.I can't wait to try
the other dishes in Maureen's Kitchen! Holding that thought, he went to join the line right away.
Contrary to his elation, Arielle's fans waiting for the ravioli at the booth were exasperated.
Even though they were happy that the tastiness of the ravioli was appreciated, they could not smile
because the haters had finished the most recent batch of ravioli.
"Those haters are so annoying! I deliberately squeezed my way up to the front, yet they finished all the
ravioli!"
"Could it be that they're fans masquerading as haters so that they could get the ravioli ahead of us?"
Feeling indignant, some of the fans joined the line to dine in the restaurant, while others continued to
wait at the booth for the ravioli.
Strangely, they noticed that a few of the haters had joined the line.
In an instant, the fans mocked, "Hey, weren't you pouring scorn on our goddess’ restaurant just a while
ago? Why have you joined the line too?"
Caught in the act, one of the haters scowled but countered shamelessly, "Isn't the whole point of
running a restaurant to serve customers? As one of them, don't I have the right to eat here too? Since
when is it illegal to do so?"
The fans pursed their lips and stopped arguing with the haters.
They could not be any happier for Arielle that the business at the restaurant was brisk, so they would
never chase her customers away.
At that sight, the other haters who were too embarrassed to line up earlier finally came out of hiding
and joined them openly.
With that, the line stretched even further from the restaurant entrance to the parking lot.
Even the sticky notes used to write the numbers for the waitlist were finished.
Therefore, the manager had no choice but to cut a stack of papers into squares and jot numbers on
them.
At that moment, it finally dawned upon him how much foresight Arielle had.
Meanwhile, Rayson was as busy as a bee as he helped around the restaurant.
At one moment, he would be helping to serve food to the customers, and at the other moment, he
would be summoning more bodyguards to maintain the order of the line so that no one would try and
jump in.
Not only that, but he would also help to take orders.
Even though the hall was busy, it was a lot more hectic in the kitchen.
Since there were not enough chefs, Glenn had to transfer some of the apprentices from the old
restaurant over.
The waiter reported an order of six servings of roast chicken, and Glenn had just put them into the oven
when the former returned and added, "Two more servings of roast chickens...And five servings of roast
pork."
"Got it.The opening day is killing me,"
Glenn lamented.
Nevertheless, he had a broad grin on his face.
Since he had a stake in the restaurant, it meant that he was one of its owners too.
Therefore, he looked forward to being busy, as it was a sign that business was buzzing.
As sweat streamed down his forehead continuously, he worked hard to send out the dishes like
clockwork.
When he saw that the ingredients were almost finished despite preparing ten times more than usual, he
could not resist asking the manager, "Is there still a line outside?"
"Yes!"
The manager nodded.
"Chef Quigley, I don't think you'll get the chance to rest today," he remarked regrettably, though he was
delighted by the crowd.
"What?" Glenn looked at the time in shock.
"It's already two.How can there still be a line? How many of them are there?"
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