A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World (WN)

Chapter 1680: Are These Weird Uncles Burning Themselves To Warm Up Others?

“Hmm?”

Mag looked at the rapidly increasing numbers of customers in his mind before looking up at the entrance with shock.

There had been no customers entering the restaurant previously, and then there was a small explosion of customers suddenly. Groups of customers began to walk in and sit down under the service staff’s instructions, which quickly made the hall boisterous.

The numbers of new customers shot over 300 shortly, and continued to increase.

Miya turned to look at the entrance with surprise. Rena happened to come over to their table, so Miya asked, “What’s happening out there? So many people are coming in suddenly.”

Rena was also astonished by the sudden increase of customers. After a moment of pondering, she hesitantly said, “Those customers who always come to buy roujiamos at the restaurant, wanted to eat hot pot outdoors, so I set up a table for them. They should be eating right now.”

“Oh, I see. Those customers must have seen the Burning Legion eating the hot pot, and couldn’t help coming into the restaurant to have hot pot themselves too,” said Miya thoughtfully. Then, she smiled at Mag. “Boss has always made Little Amy do that, and it worked every time.”

“To the majority of the customers who don’t know hot pot, this is indeed an excellent solution.” Mag nodded smilingly. Rena had let the Burning Legion advertise for Mana Hot Pot Restaurant unknowingly, and its effect was great.

Furthermore, it was almost equal to having preselected the customers. The customers who entered had a distinct purpose, so their order rate was naturally high.

“I should really thank them properly then.” Rena chuckled.

The customers’ eyes lit up when they entered the restaurant and saw the hall. Bright lights illuminated the hall, and there were refreshing green decorations in the midst of the opulent furnishings. 100-odd hot pot tables were neatly set up in the 1000-square-meter hall. There were simple partitions between them, so the space was still rather open.

The restaurant was very warm. A rich hot pot aroma filled the air. There were already 20-odd tables occupied by customers, and white steam rose up from the pots. The customers were having hot pot as they chatted. The ambience was relaxing as they chatted while waiting for their food to be cooked.

This environment made the customers relax easily.

Under the lead of the beautiful elven service staff, they could choose to sit wherever they wished. They would then receive the menu and commence ordering.

What was beyond the expectations of most customers was that despite the opulent appointments and having all elven service staff, the prices were not expensive. It was even cheaper than most Aden Square’s restaurants’ average spending. Hence, they began to order as they wished happily.

The customers that kept streaming in created a very good drive effect. Meanwhile, the Burning Legion sitting at the entrance had managed to ward off Isaac, who wanted to hijack their customers, as well as demonstrate to the other customers. After watching them for a while, most people couldn’t help but step into the hot pot restaurant.

“Let go of that duck intestine. I dropped it three rounds ago!”

“I’m really letting it go now?”

“No, no. Put it into my bowl. If you put it back into the pot, I might not find it even after another three rounds.”

The Burning Legion didn’t notice any of that as they were completely immersed in the joy of eating hot pot.

They were like six burning torches that brought warmth to the customers watching them.

Of course, they couldn’t rule out that some people did indeed come to warm up by the fire.

Isaac and the bony man looked miserable as they watched from the opposite street.

“What do we do now, Manager?” asked the skinny man softly. They wanted to hijack the customers, but they didn’t dare to approach the restaurant. The two were not the demons’ match, and they didn’t even dare to go over there to lie down on the ground.

“Life’s too hard on me,” said Isaac miserably.

With those few guarding the entrance, nobody from Cassia Hot Pot could do anything that day.

“Didn’t you tell us to go check out what they are selling this morning? Are we still going over there now?” The skinny man continued to ask. His calves trembled slightly when he looked at those flaming lava demons.

“Won’t we be telling them what we planned to do if we go over right now?” Isaac rolled his eyes at him. He braced himself against the back of the chair and stood up. “Help me back to the restaurant first. We’ll let the boss send someone else over.”

“Alright. Let’s take it slowly.” The bony man was relieved as he helped Isaac limp back toward Cassia Hot Pot Restaurant slowly.

Half of the hall’s seats were filled when Mag and the ladies were almost done. The rising steam and the customers’ chatter made the hall’s ambiance as boisterous as the boiling soup.

Seems like I don’t need to think of any solutions. Mag flicked a glance at the count 421/1000 in his mind. It was only noon now, and the evening was the time that the hot pot restaurant was the busiest.

The customers all looked very satisfied. The unique joy of eating hot pot and the exquisite scrumptiousness that entered the mouth brought them a blissful and all-new dining experience.

The scrumptiousness spread through the word-of-mouth could bring along an extremely high new customer conversion rate. Mag believed these 400-odd customers would bring more new customers to the hot pot restaurant in the near future. They would continue to increase through their excellent reputation.

“Bill, please.” Mag gestured to the service staff.

The elven server came to them, and smilingly said, “Sir, Boss said your bill will be placed on her tab. You all can leave straight away if you are done eating.”

“You should take every business into the accounts on your opening day. We can’t put the bill under the boss’ tag.” Mag shook his head with a smile before he took out his money bag. “Come, how much is our bill?”

“Erm…” That elven service staff looked at Mag hesitantly as her gaze swept around, trying to look for the boss. However, the boss seemed to have gone upstairs.

“The total is 1,250 copper coins. I’ve already calculated it,” Amy said after burping.

“Keep the change. The rest is the tip.” Mag passed a dragon coin and three gold coins to that elf before he held Amy’s hand and walked to the door.

That service staff held onto the money as she was unsure if she should return the money to Mag or keep it.

“Should we inform Rena that we are leaving?” Miya asked Mag after she picked up her clothes.

“She will be very busy today, so let’s not give her any more trouble,” said Mag, shaking his head.

“Alright.” Miya nodded obediently.

All of them leave with Mag.

Mamy Restaurant’s regular customers greeted Mag warmly on their way out as if he was a celebrity.

As soon as Mag walked out of the door, a heat wave washed all over him and confused him.

“Are these weird uncles burning themselves to warm up others?” Amy said in shock as she stared at the Burning Legion who were burning themselves up wildly.

“Erm…” murmured Mag. It was rather appropriate if they wanted to explain it that way too.

However, he was indeed rather shocked by the way the Burning Legion ate hot pot. Six humanoid flames were having hot pot around the big pot, and even the chairs beneath their butts were burnt bright red. It suited the name of hot pot very much.