Then, the customer took a large bite of his roujiamo, and continued, "Mmm! I'll never get enough of this!"
The seven restaurateurs hurriedly looked away, abashed.
They had never thought they would be recognized by the customers eating here; worse still, the customer had overheard them speaking ill of Mag, and harshly criticized them. How embarrassing!
Bishop blushed. His spring onion bing was fairly popular at the Aden Square, and had made it into the top 100 most delicious dishes the year before last.
He couldn't pretend he hadn't heard that insult. He could feel his anger rising.
"Relax, old man. We're here to eat, not to cause trouble," Miles said, tugging at his sleeve.
The last thing they should do right now was hurl insults at this customer in Mag's restaurant.
Bishop had been in this business for dozens of years; he was no fool. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, gave a faint snort, and said not a word.
