Hurry...

The closed restaurant door was pushed open, and the hinged leaves used to connect the door and the door frame made a harsh sound. A slight cold wind blew in from the open door, as if it was following the rules of courtesy. The heat in the room also came out a little. Because the temperature difference between the inside and outside of the room caused the heat that came out to become white smoke visible to the naked eye as soon as it spread out from the door, floating irregularly.

"いらっしゃいませ(Welcome)" The young man with a red head was using a rag to wipe away the stains on a few empty tables. A tall layer of dishes was set up in the tray, and there were probably dozens of them. This is also a proof that the business of this small shop, which is estimated to be only 30 square meters, is booming.

The red youth wiped off the last stain on the table, put the rag on his shoulder casually, and bowed slightly to the new customer coming in. This was no less than the action of a five-star hotel waiter, indicating that he was definitely not as simple as a high school student who came here to do odd jobs and earned some pocket money during the holidays.

"Oh...Chima, pack up the table and get a seat for the guests. (I haven't seen the spirit of food cursive, but I have heard of it, so in some aspects, I will be a little different from the original work, sorry.)" Ichiro Yukihei, who was still busy in the kitchen, saw two guests coming in, and shouted the name of the young man to take good care of the guests. At the same time, his hands were still stir-frying the rice that had been turned into golden by oil on the iron plate equivalent to the stove. The frequency of turning back and forth and the techniques used make people feel that watching him cook is a visual enjoyment.

"These two guests, please come here." The young man named Chuangzhen used a rag on his shoulder to sweep away the dust on the bench. Although the bench was spotless, he still had to do this and feel comfortable.

"It's almost frozen into a popsicle." Ryunosuke put his hands together and rubbed them hard, exhaling hot air from time to time from time to time, hoping to reawaken the feeling of sleeping between his hands.

The two guests who came in were Ryunosuke and Marshal. One was wearing a simple thin shirt and the other was wearing a black robe decorated with gems. The two of them had completely dissatisfied outfits made them look a little weird when they walked together, which made the receptionist stunned for a moment.

"Hey...when will you become as good as me?" The marshal sighed and said earnestly. This sentence was like the old father who had already broken through his own sky in the ears of others. His son was instantly his unsatisfied.

However, in fact, it was just a marshal's mockery of Ryunosuke's appearance as if he was frozen into a dog.

Of course, the premise is that Ryunosuke and everyone in this small restaurant cannot see the Marshal's pair hidden by his robe, and he keeps shaking, thinking that it is the legs of the pile driver that operates.

"Yes, boss, when will I become as good as you?" Ryunosuke's tone sounded a little disappointed, as if he was disappointed with such a huge gap between himself and the marshal.

The marshal slowly walked towards the table that Kenma had cleaned, and Ryunosuke also learned from the marshal's slow pace.

As for why you should walk slowly, of course, it is because the marshal's legs are shaking so hard, can he walk fast?

With the movement of the Marshal as close to the turtle, it seemed that half of the earth was separated from the table.

"Aido, two guests." Chuangzhen scratched his cheek with his left hand facing the white cloth belt. He had been a waiter in this small restaurant for so many times, and this was the first time he had encountered such a strange customer.

No, it should be said that it is the second time. The two guests who came earlier than these two guests are also strange.

There are many strange things every year, and this year there are many. I agreed to open them all over the world to make the earth better? As a result, four of them came here at once.

If it was the plot in the anime now, there would definitely be several black lines hanging down on Chuangzhen's head.

Although Chuangzhen is extremely unaware of the guests who come today, as a false saying: the etiquette that the waiter should have should still have.

"Two guests, do you need help?" Chuang Zhen smiled and controlled the muscles on her face with far-fetched efforts to make herself look like a bright (nan) and a bad (kan) smile.

"No need." Simple, direct, and rough, this is the answer that a real man should have.

The Marshal ignored Chuangzhen, who was standing by, and what a joke? Am I the kind of person who needs help from walking every way? You are making things difficult for me, Marshal.

"Hey, Rider, that person is so strange." Weber's weak voice sounded again in the small restaurant. Because the emperor's broad body blocked Weber's much of his sight, Weber only saw the Marshal, and Ryunosuke was not within his field of vision.

"Well, indeed, that person's body made me feel familiar." The Emperor picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured wine into his mouth. The wine leaked a little from the corner of his mouth.

Not only did the marshal Weber notice that the emperor was attracted, but the emperor's attention was also attracted, but he could not know the other party's identity based on his intuition, so the two just sat aside and observed without hesitation.

"Well... I look at you a little familiar, as if that person is here?" The marshal's casual gaze was gathered and all projected on Chuangzhen. His body was tilted to one side, supporting his head with his right hand, and his eyes were spinning up and down, as if he wanted to see something from Chuangzhen.

"My face has not been scalded by water, how could it be mature?" Chuangzhen murmured in a low voice, but the marshal could not hear this.

"Xueping Hotel...Xueping Hotel, red head, left hand towards the white cloth belt..." The marshal stretched out an index finger with his right hand holding his head and kept tapping on his forehead, as if he could knock out the answer by doing so.

"Oh... I understand, you are the King of Medicine, right?" After screaming, the marshal directly said the name of the red young man.

As a guest who came to his hotel for the first time in Yukihei's memory, he was able to directly tell his people about his entire people, which really surprised him.

"How could you know my name? It's the first time the customer has come." Unable tolerate his curiosity, Yukihei Tsuma asked, and at the same time he had a special idea in his heart: Since all the customers who come to the store for the first time can know my name, does that mean that I have become famous?

ps: Sorry, I broke my promise. I didn’t expect that so many things would happen today. The chapters I owe would be delayed.
Chapter completed!