Randy's remark about the difficulty of finding food makes Milo think so, and even want to see him as a bosom friend.

He is a man with a strict attitude towards food, not a natural sarcast.

But as long as the behavior of those merchants can be a little more restrained, and do not serve those shoddy food to the customers' tables, he does not bother to put pen to paper and write something.

If there's any food he recommends, he doesn't hesitate to write about it.

But so far, the frequency of such delicacies has been extremely low.

He has also traveled to many places, but the more he goes, the more disappointed he becomes, but it is not as good as the restaurants in Luodu that he complained about.

This Maimi restaurant can make Randy praise so much, and Milo can't help but have some anticipation.

Of course, there is a bit of caution in this expectation, and it may be that Randy has not eaten any good food, so it is not impossible to come to such a conclusion.

"I heard that Boss Mai just launched a new product today, and he didn't get out of bed at noon, so I booked here for dinner, and I must have tasted what it was like to have mapo tofu." Randy's smile was full of anticipation.

"It's good." Mylo smiled and nodded, and could see that he did have feelings for this restaurant.

Judging from the guests, there should be no situation in this restaurant looking for help.

Being able to make so many customers willingly wait in line in advance to open the door shows that this restaurant still has some skills.

However, Milo is still skeptical about the level of this restaurant, and he has to taste it himself and think it is good, that is really good.

He felt that Luodu would be as popular as this restaurant if he came to the City of Chaos to open a branch and open a restaurant.

This is the so-called dimensionality reduction strike.

The owner of this restaurant may have come from somewhere else, or even Luodu, and gained a crowd of diners with a level of food that exceeds the average level of food in the City of Chaos.

The wait was half an hour, and Milo and Randy chatted a few words from time to time, but they were quite close to each other.

The restaurant door finally opened, and a young man dressed in a neat and clean chef's uniform walked out, smiling and welcoming the guests.

"Look, that's Boss Mai, the owner and chef of this restaurant." Randy introduces Milo.

"So young?" Mylo looked at McGonagall in surprise, and it seemed that she was about thirty years old.

For a chef, his body is also too thin and thin, and if he can afford a larger pot, I don't know if he can afford it, but the chef is physically active.

And he actually wore such a white chef's uniform, although he always required chefs to dress and behave carefully, but let a chef dress like this to work in the kitchen, there is inevitably some showmanship in it.

When stir-frying, just splash a little oil on your clothes, won't you ruin a set of clothes?

Or does he have to change into a new chef's uniform every day?

In Milo's view, dressing like this in the kitchen is tantamount to tying his own hands, which in vain increases the difficulty of cooking.

"Yes, young and promising, probably talking about people like Boss Mai." Randy nodded thoughtfully, and then said with some emotion and envy: "The girl who wants to marry Boss Mai has been able to go around Aden Square." ”

"That's really enviable." Milo is also a little sour.

The guests began to enter, and Milo and the others followed the procession.

He watched as McGonagall greeted the guests familiarly, not politely, but by their nicknames or nicknames.

"The atmosphere is really good." Milo nodded slightly, a small detail, but it makes people feel that this restaurant has a little more human touch.

"Boss Mai." Randy and McGonagall greeted each other with a smile.

McGonagall glanced at Randy's dark circles and said earnestly, "It's good to be young, but you have to let your kidneys rest." ”

"I can't rest, but I'm not here to cheer for you." Randy blinked and smiled.

McGonagall also smiled, knowing that Randy had recently eaten the finest soft rice, and the thirty-year-old young woman was exactly the age of a wolf and a tiger, so he could rest when he said that he could rest.

Since you have chosen to eat this meal, you must have this awareness.

But there are two words written all over his face - it smells so good!

"Just eat one more meat bun in a while." McGonagall said.

"Hey, that's a must." Randy smiled and walked in briskly, not blocking the guests behind him.

McGonagall nodded slightly to Garland and Milo, even if it was a greeting, the guest who didn't look familiar at all should be coming to the restaurant for the first time.

"Comfortable hospitality, can afford to joke, but also can be serious." Milo mentally gave McGonagall a good first impression score.

Entering the restaurant, Milo's eyes lit up.

The size of the restaurant can only be considered medium, and the hall is set up with dozens of tables, which are simply separated from each other, so as not to affect the overall permeability, and at the same time allow guests to have a relatively private dining space.

On the right is the hot pot area, which is separated from the ordinary dining area, leaving only two arches to enter and exit.

It is said that eating hot pot and eating normally are two atmospheres.

The table setting and decoration of this restaurant gave Milo a first impression of stunning.

Not because it's gorgeous, it's not because it's huge.

It's a sense of comfort that makes you feel at ease.

The right table spacing, the fresh décor of the logs, and the small portions of greenery are pleasing to the eye.

This kind of feeling that makes people feel relaxed as soon as they step into the restaurant, and they want to sit down and order, which makes him a little surprised.

That's probably the atmosphere that every restaurant wants to create, but none of the restaurants he's been to are as good as McMie's.

And what amazed him even more were the girls on both sides of the separation, half-dragons, elves, orcs, demons...... Although they are of different races, they all have amazing looks in common.

"This boss...... You're so good at it, right?! Milo admired in his heart, but politely withdrew his gaze, and repeatedly told himself in his heart that he was here for the food.

"Sit down here." Garland chose a location close to the kitchen where he could get a better view of the restaurant, including observing the waiters serving food and listening to the kitchen.

"This kitchen...... Is it open? As soon as Milo sat down, he found that the kitchen partition was actually a large crystal wall, and he could easily see everything in the kitchen counter from his position.

"It's really ......" Garland also turned his head when he heard this, and his face was also hard to hide his surprise.

"This is Boss Mai's confidence and pride, even if it is open for everyone to see, he is not afraid of others learning it." Randy came to their table and said with a smile, "Maimi's restaurant has a rule for sharing tables, two old brothers, don't you mind if I sit here?" ”