At the end of the line, the secretary said to Scheer, who was wearing a red down jacket, "Miss, there are many people in the line, why don't I line up and buy it for you? We most likely would only get to eat breakfast when it's close to the closing time if we join the line at this point."
"That will be alright." Scheer smiled.
The secretary wanted to speak up but cleverly didn't.
"So, Mamy Restaurant's breakfast hour is also so boisterous. Mr. Mag indeed has an irresistible charm." Scheer looked at the long line in front of her and curved her lips upwards.
She didn't know why, but she was getting increasingly curious about Mag.
Be it his extraordinary culinary skills, amazing inventions or unique ability to dabble in different industries.
He could cook, work and make clothes, trains and cannons.
However, such a man was happy to spend most of his time in the kitchen, just content to serve his customers with the scrumptious food.
