"Owner, give me one plate!" Habeng called out to Mag as he rose to his feet suddenly.
Then he sensed that someone was looking at him unkindly, and immediately realized he had done something wrong. "Owner, I'd like a plate of Yangzhou fried rice," he repeated in a much lower voice.
"Okay. Please wait a minute," answered Mag. He found himself chuckling when he turned around. He gave up his pride just to get a plate of Yangzhou fried rice.
"Father is not mad this time, so I'll let it go." Behind the counter, a small fireball dwindled and died out as Amy clenched her little fist. No one noticed.
Mag was becoming quicker and quicker after he cooked for two days. He could process the ingredients and make a plate of Yangzhou fried rice in just five or six minutes.
"Your Yangzhou fried rice, please enjoy." Mag put the plate in front of Haga.
