The customers in the line all looked at the little boy enviously. They had been lining up for so long, but they did not expect that the first person to get to try the octopus ball would be this little boy.
"Boss, I don't think that's very appropriate. Didn't you say that you have to line up to purchase the food?" an orc at the back asked impatiently.
"That's right. We're all lining up. You're the one who set the rule. How could you make food for someone else just like that?" a few others chimed in.
"Let's forget it. We'll come over and try it another time." Dicus did not want to put Mag on the spot. He held his son's hand, and turned to leave.
However, Mag stopped him, raised his hand with a smile, and told the customers, "The break ends at 2 pm sharp. I still have six minutes of my personal time to make a serving of octopus balls for the child. I'll be sure to start operations at 2 pm sharp. I am a punctual person, and I hope all of you are too."
