Chapter 1911: A Hard Blow

Mylo was currently suspecting that Randy was the top salesperson for this restaurant. Ever since they started conversing, they had already fallen into his trap.

He was able to pinpoint Garlans insecurity due to his baldness, and by enforcing the pain brought about by the baldness together with evidence from the scene and the herd effect, he made Garlan lose his rationale as a learned person.

10,000 copper coins. That was almost half of Garlans monthly salary. Even during gatherings in Rodu, they would rarely spend more than 10,000 copper coins. However, he was about to order a 10,000-copper-coin Buddha jumps over the wall.

All these years, you have been troubled by your receding hairline. Youve tried many things, and the hair loss problem is not an illness. Its a disability. You cant cure it. Mylo decided to give it his last shot.

Thats a rather interesting perspective you have. Randy smiled. However, even if it is a disability, Boss Mag can cure it for you with a bowl of soup.

Mylo glanced at Randy, and thought to himself that he had met his match.

Yes! If my hair can grow back, and I can let my wife see the man I was 20 years ago, it will be very interesting. Garlan slammed the table with assertion.

Mylo did not speak further. After all, Garlan was the chief editor of

Perfect Food

. He had his assets, so what would that little amount of money mean in comparison to his hair?

If there was no effect, they would have one more material to write on. Randy would not be able to run away from his false advertising.

Shocking! Food Critic From

Meatatarianism

Actually Pitched An Anti-Hair-Loss Product For A Restaurant!

Such a title would definitely have a spot as the hottest article in next months

Perfect Food

.

To be honest, Mylo was a little disappointed ever since he started lining up.

He had been loading himself up with ammunition, but the moment he arrived at Mamy Restaurant, he realized that he actually had nothing to critique?!

As an expert in nitpicking, he had a pair of sharp eyes made for finding imperfections and a mouth that could form the most hurtful sentences with the simplest words.

However, he actually found a restaurant that he could not say anything bad or bitter about. Even his tone became gentler due to the environment and the rules.

These are just fleeting things. Well find out whether the food is the real deal when they are served.

Mylo ordered his food, and sat with his arms crossed, waiting quietly for the food to be served.

He ordered simple dishes. There were meat and vegetables, and they were dishes that Randy and Derrick had written about in

Meatatarianism

and

Vegetarianism

.

Since Mylo was here to nitpick, as a professional, he could not be haphazard about it. That was not his style. He would attack with accuracy. That was his unique point.

While he was waiting for the dishes to be served, Mylo turned quietly to look at the kitchen. However, he was stunned.

From his position, he could see the interior of the kitchen clearly through the glass window.

It was a different kind of clean and bright from the kitchens he had seen before. The large space was around half the size of the dining hall, and he could see a part of the kitchen counter.

At this moment, Mag was just like a general in the army. The pots on the stove were his men, and the spatula in his hand was like his weapon.

He maneuvered between several pots on the stove, cooking different food at the same time, and even had the time to flip hundreds of kebab sticks on the grill while brushing oil and sauces on them.

It was really over the top.

In other restaurants, there would be several main chefs in the kitchen with their own apprentices and helpers. It made the entire kitchen hot and stuffy, and they were not very efficient, either.

However, Mag could cover all cooking-related jobs, including the plating and decoration. Yet, he gave off the sense that he was moving very swiftly and smoothly. It even seemed as though he could work fine with two more pots.

As for efficiency.

Mylo, who was sitting by the kitchen door, could already see the dishes float past him one by one before landing in front of the customers who ordered them.

It seems like Miss Babla has returned. Its your first time seeing a spatial magic caster serve dishes, right? Randy asked with a smile.

It is my first time. Mylo nodded. He made a rough evaluation inside. This serving speed was incredible. For a mid-scale restaurant, such a serving speed would require a highly efficient kitchen to keep up with the operations.

Meanwhile, in this kitchen, there was only one person cooking leis