Mag shook his head, smiling. "Don't worry. I don't think they have the nerve to do that." He could see that they were not unreasonable people. They're here to feel out my restaurant, Mag thought.
Even if they planned to make waves, Amy would take care of them, and I have two powerful magic casters here.
They're probably just here out of curiosity.
When my restaurant becomes more famous in the Aden Square and all throughout Chaos City and the whole continent, more cooks will come, hoping to learn a thing or two from me.
"I think they'll like our food too," Mag continued. He removed the fried rice from the wok into a plate.
"I'm sure they will," the waitress said, picking up the plate. Mag's calm infected his waitress; her beautiful smile returned.
She didn't believe anyone could cook as well as her boss.
