Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

Fan Wei, who was searching every corner of the restaurant to check the hygiene conditions, suddenly raised his head and looked towards a corner with some confusion.

That young man...why hasn't he come back yet?

Clara really underestimated her husband. Fan Wei was no fool. As the owner of the restaurant, with the help of the "Manager's Office", he had almost absolute control.

Even if the most powerful thief came, he might not be able to hide from his eyes!

Even the nearby adventurers saw clearly the boy's awkward little movements. If Fan Wei hadn't secretly shaken his head to indicate, they would have been exposed on the spot.

The reason why they didn't stop the boy was that there was now an 'invisible rating officer' in the restaurant, and it was better to have less trouble than more.

In addition, he had observed the boy and found that even after covering up, his clothes were obviously worn out.

This is a refugee child. Ten copper coins are as light as a feather to adventurers and not too expensive to normal residents, but it is a huge sum of money to refugees.

Fan Wei is helpless that the price cannot be lowered any further, but what else can he do when faced with hungry people?

Just pretend you know nothing.

"It's been so long, maybe he slipped and fell into the pit?"

After waiting for a while, out of concern for the safety of the customers, Fan Wei walked into the bathroom. He saw the struggling teenager pinned to the ground, and the little Black Flame Apostle who was silently teaching him a lesson.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

It's over! Izar fell into despair and was discovered by the boss himself!

He had originally thought of beating up the 'guard' to vent his anger, then saying a few nice words and bribing him to see if he could escape. But once he was discovered by the restaurant owner, it would be almost like sending him to jail!

Hearing the faint cries of his younger brothers and sisters outside the wall, Izar couldn't help but shed tears of grief and despair.

"Sir, we caught a thief." The little Black Flame Apostle looked up and said. Under Fan Wei's strong request, they finally changed the habit of calling the master.

"Uh, okay... I get it. Thank you for your hard work."

Fan Wei sighed helplessly, "Let him go first."

The little Black Flame Apostle followed suit, and at the nod of the 'great master', he walked out of the bathroom and closed the door.

Izar stood up in confusion, then quickly fell to his knees.

"I'm sorry! I did something wrong! Please forgive me, I will compensate you!!"

I must get the restaurant owner's forgiveness! Otherwise, if I am thrown into prison, my brothers and sisters will be left unattended, and my money will be extorted!

Their hope of survival becomes increasingly slim!

Thinking of his mother's last words of advice before she was swallowed up by the crowd, the boy's throat choked with sobs and he was in so much pain that he could hardly speak.

"Please, don't call the guards. I will try to repay your losses."

As if waiting for the verdict of fate, time was infinitely stretched like the cold ground, but a pair of warm hands pulled him up.

"The ground is dirty, get up and talk slowly."

Fan Wei really couldn't blame the young man in front of him. With the massive influx of refugees and the inability to provide relief, the deterioration of public security was absolutely foreseeable.

Many shops around here have started hiring adventurers to guard them.

When it comes to environmental issues, the best outcome is for everyone to mind their own business. If you can stop it, do so. If you can't, just consider yourself unlucky. The only hope is to wait for the environment to improve or for it to recover naturally.

After all, when it comes to survival, morality is not noble.

"Don't be afraid. I don't mean to blame you. Are those children outside your family?"

"If you feel comfortable, please ask them to go to the backyard."

Things have come to this point, and we can only start to solve the problem, even if the boy in front of us is the 'invisible scorer', and even if the influx of a large group of children will add a lot of uncontrollable factors to the task.

Fan Wei would definitely face people who were hungry for food, and he would never be stingy in giving them.

Rather...bringing the beauty of food to everyone is what he originally wanted.

"You, you don't blame me?" Izar trembled, feeling like he was in a dream. The gentle attitude of the restaurant owner made him feel like he had gone straight from hell to heaven.

"I see that you like both meat and dessert. The food in the restaurant tastes good, right?"

Fan Wei smiled and took Izar to the backyard, then called all the anxious children in through the back door. They were dressed in rags, and their eyes of various colors were filled with fear and anxiety.

They also knew that their brother had been caught.

"Sir, can we work to compensate you?" Izar's brothers and sisters looked up from their side and asked cautiously.

After losing their mother, their eldest brother is their only support, and they cannot afford to lose their only support again.

"Yes, don't underestimate us because we are small! We can do a lot of things!" Some brave and resourceful children also stood up and said, "We are not afraid of hardship or fatigue, and we don't want money."

"Just give us a little food!"

Suffering forced the child to mature early. Fan Wei sighed helplessly, "You guys find a place to rest first, I'll go get some food."

He turned and went into the kitchen.

Izar looked at his boss's departing back and had the urge to run away with his younger brothers and sisters immediately.

But he knew that this was also an opportunity! If the boss was really kind and they could get help, their chances of survival would be greatly increased!

Anxiety and anticipation intertwined in the children's hearts, reaching their peak as Fan Wei came over pushing a cart.

The white insulation cloth is lifted, and the food in the large lunch box comes into view: the golden crust of the fried food, the jewel-like appearance of the desserts, the deep and heavy texture of the meat, and the fresh color of the salad.

It was like a rich treasure in a fairy tale, appearing before their eyes!

All the children were stunned. Such rich and luxurious food, is it for them?!

"Eat quickly and try my cooking. But don't be too hasty. Eating too fast when you're hungry could put your life in danger!"

The children rushed over impatiently. They had just received some dishes through the window. They were so delicious that it was like a dream! They had never eaten anything so delicious!

At the most difficult time in life, I had the best meal of my life!

"Slow down, slow down, there is still a lot, there is really no rush." ​​Fan Weisheng brought some light hot soup to prevent overeating from causing stomach cramps and acute gastroenteritis.

It would be too much hell for these refugee children if they lost their lives because of eating too much.

"Don't you want to eat?" After comforting the child, Fan Wei turned around and looked at the boy standing there blankly, "As long as you are a customer, you can eat as much as you want after paying."

Tears welled up in his eyes and Izar fell down again.

Not a request for forgiveness, but immense gratitude.

“Thank you! Thank you…!”

"Get up! Be a strong and brave warrior who won't be defeated by difficulties!"

Fan Wei once again helped the young man up and imparted his macho beliefs to him!

The quiet yet eager sounds of eating became the main theme in the backyard for a while.

"You look like you haven't eaten for almost a day." Looking at the children's appearance, Fan Wei asked in doubt: "There should be princess guards distributing emergency food on the streets now."

This was Midara's response to the unrest in the refugee camp.

No matter where the refugees come from, they can now go directly to the distribution point to queue up and receive a small amount of food that can sustain their lives.

"No!" Izar ate, hatred flashing in his eyes, "That was a trick of the princess!"

"She's a demon! She'll trick people into making human sausages!!"

"...This is fake. The princess is only trying to help everyone." Fan Wei sighed helplessly: "Let's not talk about how human flesh tastes. If you eat your own kind, you will probably get an incurable disease."

"No one would buy human sausage unless they had no other choice."

"But I saw it with my own eyes!" Izar told the bloody truth he saw, "There is a slaughterhouse in the refugee camp!"

"You didn't see the tools and ingredients for making sausages..."

"I also participated in the investigation. The truth is that a group of cultists mixed in with the refugees to spread rumors in order to sacrifice to the devil."

“Now that all the refugee camps have been destroyed, they can collect a large number of people and bring them to the West District to carry out their hidden schemes.”

"They are the real murderers!"

Izar stood there in a daze. Cultists...rumors...?

He suddenly remembered that there was a mysterious man on the street yesterday recruiting refugees to work in the West District. The salary was very generous, but he hesitated and did not go because he had to take care of his younger siblings.

If it is true as this gentleman said, then he has probably escaped more than just a disaster.

If it is true as this gentleman said, then the mother...should not have died!

The pain almost tore his heart apart. What was more tragic than misery was that it didn't have to be miserable! Izar sat on the grass, his eyes almost lifeless.

"Come on! Be brave like a man!"

Fan Wei patted his shoulder heavily.

"You still have responsibilities and hope, no matter what has happened! It is far from the time to despair!"

Looking at the children and teenagers in front of him, Fan Wei thought deeply and felt that he might be able to lead them to change! Some things are just inspirations at first, but they can become an attempt at any time.

His 'restaurant' in the maze still existed, which meant there were still two waiting tables open for wait staff.

Ten percent of cooking skills are not enough for a restaurant.

But in other areas that may be larger and broader, there is a lot to be done!