Chapter 622 - Is Mr. Mag Here?
Chapter 622: Is Mr. Mag Here?
A new day dawned, and Mag’s main mission was to teach Babla to do her job. Of course, this mission had mainly been delegated to Yabemiya.
Yabemiya was quite gentle and easy-going normally, but her attitude toward her work was completely serious and implacable. She was not allowing Babla to wheedle her way out of anything, and was determined to make her a perfect waitress.
Yabemiya looked at Babla with a serious expression, and said, “Babla, even though your magic can deliver dishes to tables really quickly and accurately, you have to ensure the stability of the dishes in flight. Otherwise, the dishes will be scattered before arriving on the table, and the presentation will be ruined.”
“But the fried rice only scattered a little last night…” Babla pouted in a pitiable display.
Yabemiya shook her head sternly, and said, “Boss is making such delicious Yangzhou fried rice; shouldn’t we do our best to serve it with the best possible presentation? Also, that’s just fried rice; what if that was the braised chicken and rice with broth in the dish? If you spill broth onto the table or onto customers, it’s going to result in a very negative dining experience.”
Babla looked at Yabemiya, then at the customers enjoying their meals in the restaurant, and nodded with a thoughtful expression as she said, “I’ll do my best.”
“You’re already doing a fantastic job. I wasn’t anywhere near as efficient as you when I first started; you’re definitely going to become a splendid waitress,” Yabemiya encouraged with a smile.
“That was never in doubt.” Babla raised her chin proudly as her fighting spirit was reignited. She thought to herself, Even though it’s just bringing dishes onto tables, there are many technical requirements that I have to be mindful of. Even so, this is just a piece of cake for a beautiful and talented princess like me!
“Here’s your Yangzhou fried rice, please enjoy.”
“Here’s your la zhi roujiamo, please enjoy.”
“Here’s your braised chicken and rice, please enjoy.”
…
Babla’s voice rang out in the restaurant over and over again as one dish after another flew out of the kitchen. All of the dishes flew in an extremely stable and consistent manner before landing virtually soundlessly on the tables in front of the customers who’d ordered them. There was a bowl of braised chicken and rice that landed on a table, still preserved in its most perfect state with not even a single ripple running through the broth.
“Wow, look, Mom! That plate is flying on its own!” A young man stared with wide eyes as a plate of Yangzhou fried rice flew over to him.
“That’s extremely impressive! The new waitress must be a spatial magic caster; her control and mastery of her magic are simply extraordinary!” a Gray Temple magic caster praised.
“This is the first time I’ve seen dishes being served using spatial magic. As expected, Boss Mag is always far ahead of the pack.” Gjerj chuckled with a smile.
Babla was still maintaining a graceful and regal expression, but the smile that she was struggling to suppress and the joy in her eyes betrayed her true emotions.
This is working even better than I expected. However, remembering the sequence of dishes being ordered is still a rather prominent flaw in Babla’s service. Memory can be developed over time, but this has mostly to do with aptitude. Mag was also pleasantly surprised by Babla’s customer service. At the same time, he said internally, “System, can you make me an intelligent queuing system? The type that compiles customer orders and automatically places them in the right sequence. It would be best if it had a voice function so no manual entries would be required.”
“No,” the system replied in a flat voice.
“Shouldn’t this be easy for you? You can make all those high-tech things, but you can’t make a simple system like this?” Mag asked with raised eyebrows.
“I can write a system like that in five seconds,” the system said in a haughty voice.
“Alright, state your price.” Mag rolled his eyes with an exasperated look.
“Sorry, but you do not have the right to use an intelligent order compiling system. Please upgrade the restaurant to level three as soon as possible. You’ll be able to unlock the intelligent order compiling system as well as many more rights such as an expansion of the restaurant, and bolstering the restaurant’s defense systems. Also, there are many fantastic prizes waiting for you!” the system’s enthusiastic voice sounded.
“What are the requirements to upgrade to level three?” Mag asked with furrowed brows.
“To upgrade to level three, you must accumulate 150,000 spending points. After each restaurant upgrade, the required spending points will be deducted. Best of luck!” the system replied.
“What? I have to spend 15,000,000 copper coins before I can upgrade? And that’s not even taking into account ingredient costs!” Mag’s brows furrowed even deeper. He had been prepared for a response like this, but his eyelids still twitched upon having the notion confirmed. After all, money was not that easy to earn.
The system remained silent and ignored Mag’s protest.
Looks like I have to get the ice cream shop up and running as soon as possible. At the very least, I’ll have another source of income then, Mag thought to himself. It had been two days since the system had released the mission, so the ice cream had to open the next day anyway.
…
Following the breakfast service, Babla slumped down into a chair with an exhausted expression.
During the breakfast service that lasted more than an hour, she had been constantly focused on controlling her spatial magic. Even though she had only been moving dishes, which weren’t very heavy, she had to ensure perfect stability during the flight of the dishes, which was very taxing on her mind.
Of course, the most tiring element to the breakfast service to her was that she had to stand for over an hour straight. She felt as if her legs didn’t even belong to her anymore.
Mag removed his apron and turned to Babla with approval as he praised, “You did very well this morning, Babla.”
“Of course!” Babla replied smugly as a joyful smile appeared on her exhausted face.
Mag turned to Yabemiya, who was packing up the cutlery on the tables, and said, “Miya, the renovations on the ice cream shop are almost done. After the breakfast service tomorrow, the ice cream shop will officially open. We’ll all come with you to back you up.”
“Already?” Yabemiya turned to Mag with a surprised expression.
Mag gave her a gentle look of encouragement as he said, “Yes. The ice cream shop is not very big, and it will sell ice cream exclusively, so it won’t be very difficult to manage. Don’t be nervous; you’ll definitely do a fantastic job.”
“I’ll do my best.” Yabemiya nodded with an earnest expression.
Right at this moment, someone knocked on the door. “Is Mr. Mag here?”
Mag opened the door, and found a middle-aged man in a long robe standing outside. The man wore a smile on his face as he asked, “Are you Mr. Mag?”
“I am. And you are?” Mag nodded in response.
“I’m the butler of the Buffett Family; you can call me Polka.” The middle-aged man nodded with a smile. He then handed an invitation letter to Mag as he said, “Young Mistress Scheer would like you to attend the banquet held by the Chamber of Commerce in three days.”