"Isn't that too much?" Christy asked her friend hesitantly.
Carla smiled. "Hardly. It's nothing compared to what I have ordered."
Christy thought about the dishes Carla had just asked for and smiled. She closed the menu, turning to Miya. "That's all," she said.
Yabemiya nodded. "Okay, please wait a moment." The young waitress headed for the next table.
One order after another went into the kitchen, and Mag began to get busy.
Firis stood in the corner and looked intently. Mag's culinary philosophy and cooking style were completely different from hers. The varied kitchenware played a wonderful role, making her amazed.
Watching him cook was much like enjoying a performance; ingredients rolling and jumping happily in the woks, flames jumping up into the woks from time to time and dancing fiercely, and all kinds of wonderful scents filling the kitchen were swallowing her whole.
