Mag, You Must Be A Genius!

Mag was a little surprised. It looked like his trial sale yesterday was pretty successful—customers had lined up outside his restaurant in the early morning. Mag smiled and nodded. He turned over his "Open" sign and turned sideways to let them in.

Mobai came in first. "Mag, seems like I have to come here earlier from now on. Maybe the line will reach the other end of the square someday," he said, smiling. "I'll have two plates of Yangzhou fried rice. Roujiamo is more for violent young men."

Mag nodded. "Okay. Please wait a sec."

"Mag, I'd like one plate of the new dish. What's it called again?" asked the small-eyed man that followed Mobai in. He took a seat.

"It's called la zhi roujiamo. You can find it on the menu," Mag replied with a smile. The system had added the new dish and its price onto the menu and saved Mag a lot of trouble.