Chapter 87

“This tastes much better than what we made earlier. If it tastes like this, I’d pay 288 for it!” Cuthbert said, picking up another piece and putting it in his mouth.

Other diners were looking over, curious about the delicious smell. “Would you like to try it? There’s one piece left, see if what I say is true or not.” Despite his reluctance, Cuthbert had to give up the last piece to prove he wasn’t making it up.

One diner couldn’t resist and stood up, walking towards them. Then another followed.

Cuthbert cut a piece of pie into three and gave them a taste. “Delicious! This is so good!” Suddenly, they realized how terrible their previous meal had been.

Willette clenched her fist, but had to suppress her anger. If this escalated, it would have a big impact on the restaurant. Damn Nydia, she happened to be here today. Did she intentionally cause this?

The more she thought about it, the more she thought it was possible. Nydia happened to be here, and then someone caused trouble. Nydia also happened to cook the second dish. Could it be…?

While she was thinking, Nydia brought out the second dish. “Seafood fried rice, mushroom soup, please enjoy.”

Cuthbert was about to eat as soon as it was served. The beef they had earlier was just an appetizer, the main course was here. He couldn’t wait to take a bite of the seafood fried rice, but his expression changed after the first bite.

Willette’s heart skipped a beat.

Cuthbert took another bite, savoring the flavor carefully. “Can we try it?” Other diners thought it smelled delicious and were sure it tasted good.

“Sure, go ahead.”

After tasting the dish, they couldn’t stop praising, “It’s delicious, really delicious!”

“Ms. Malone, your sister cooks so well, why don’t you let her continue cooking in the restaurant?” someone asked while eating, worried that the rice in the spoon would fall off and using hands to catch it, which was down-to-earth.

Willette’s restaurant is not cheap, and the people who come here to eat have some money. This kind of eating posture is rare.

“Did you notice anything wrong with it?” Cuthbert asked with a furrowed brow.

“Hmm? Is there anything wrong? It tastes great.”

“The taste is indeed good, but… the ingredients are not fresh.” He was looking at Willette, not Nydia, and Willette’s face suddenly turned ugly. “Sir, you have been making trouble in our store over and over again. Even a mud figure has three points of temper. Don’t go too far. Our ingredients have always been fresh.”

“Is that so?” Cuthbert sneered, “If this seafood fried rice is made with fresh ingredients, it would taste twice as good as it does now. This shrimp is not fresh live shrimp, but frozen shrimp.”

Before Willette could speak, Cuthbert’s gaze shot directly at Nydia. “Am I right?”

Nydia looked at Willette and then at Cuthbert without saying anything, looking very embarrassed.

The taste of a restaurant may not be that good, but if the ingredients are not good, it is definitely a very serious matter.

So Willette couldn’t admit it even if she was beaten to death.

“You have been causing trouble for us over and over again. It is regrettable that we cannot serve customers like you, but we also have bottom lines and principles. We would rather not do business with you than accept your provocations.”

“Oh, really?” Cuthbert sneered, “Do you dare to let us go to the kitchen and have a look?”