Chapter 1611: Piggies Are So Cute
"Piggies are so cute, would their eyes be crispy and delicious when roasted?" Amy asked curiously.
"Er... I guess so." Mag nodded with a smile. Indeed, only a real chowhound could see past the appearance of food.
"I'm not eating strange food like this," Irina declared.
"Me too." Babla raised her hand to concur. Just hearing the dish's name was enough to make her scalp go numb, not to mention trying the roasted eyes.
"I don't dare to try it, either," Anna said softly.
"S-same here..." Jane raised her hand meekly with a helpless and pitiful expression.
All of a sudden, other than Amy and Rena, everyone expressed their unwillingness to try this dish which had a name that made one uncomfortable.
"Rena, are you willing to give it a try?" Mag looked at Rena. She was the only one sitting quietly without giving any opinion.
"I..." Rena met Mag's expectant gaze. Although she was filled with fear, and did not know what to expect from the roasted pig's eyes, there had to be some people willing to sacrifice themselves on the road to the birth of a delicacy. It was apparent that Boss needed someone like that right now. She hesitated for a while, but still nodded resolutely. "I can give it a try."
"It's alright. You don't have to force yourself. I will launch this dish tonight. We'll let the customers decide," Mag said with a smile. He could tell that Rena was afraid of the roasted pig's eyes, and he was very touched when she nodded. However, there was no need for her to be the lab rat.
"You're going to launch it straight away?" Rena looked at Mag in shock. She had never seen Mag make the roasted pig's eyes before, and he mentioned this dish early in the morning today. Was he going to serve the dish to the customers straight away without anyone trying it out?
"Yes." Mag nodded, and explained, "This is a hometown cuisine. I am confident in it."
Rena nodded and did not probe further. When Boss says he's confident, he's never wrong.
After the morning operating hours, Mag took out a little blackboard, and wrote something on it before hanging it on the door.
After that, Mag pulled out a lounge chair, and placed it by the door. He set up a small stove at the side, and put a ceramic pot over the stove. The fragrance of the black tea started wafting out together with the steam. Mag closed his eyes leisurely as he bathed in the warm winter sun, enjoying this rare relaxation.
After quite a while, Mag turned his head to the side and saw Gloria, who was standing by the pot of tea. He sat up with a smile, and said, "Miss Gloria, when did you come?"
He actually felt someone coming over five minutes ago, and the familiar smell allowed him to guess who it was without the need to open his eyes. However, the warm sun felt so good he couldn't bear to open his eyes.
"I've only arrived a while ago. I must have disturbed your sunbathing session," Gloria said apologetically. She blushed a little, maybe because the sun today was really hot, or maybe it was because of that jaw and closed eyes just now.
"I was just resting a while under the sun. You're not disturbing me." Mag shook his head with a smile. He pointed to a chair by the stove, and said, "The tea's ready. I was still worried that no one would drink it with me. I wonder if Miss Gloria has the time to have a cup with me?"
"I'd be more than happy to." Gloria sat down with a smile, picked up a handkerchief on the table to pick up the teapot, and poured tea into two cups.
The two of them had drunk tea together several times, and could be considered good tea friends.
