Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

Located in a basin and surrounded by mountains, the imperial capital does not have severe snowstorms in winter.

But because it is close to the coast where the warm current passes, the humid air makes the snowfall here very heavy. The heavy snow is not a metaphor, but the most real adjective.

When the wind is a little lighter, snowflakes flutter in the sky.

The silence silently covered the trees, houses, and windows, submerging the earth like a still flood.

When Fan Wei pushed open the blocked door of the restaurant and shook off the snow as high as the gable, a white world appeared before his eyes.

The main roads in the imperial capital were cleaned by slave laborers spreading salt, while the streets and communities were left to each individual to take care of their own business.

Waist-deep snow on the streets made transportation seem impossible.

"It doesn't look like there will be any guests coming in this weather."

Muttering to himself, Fan Wei, with a custard bun in his mouth, and Yunxin and Kanisa, who were sticking their heads out of the door frame, were looking at the grand snow scene outside with their own different feelings.

"Boss, what a nice day, let's go have a snowball fight!!!"

Yunxin, whose hometown is in the warm south, is very interested in the snow. She wears a white fur skirt, a long scarf, and breathes white air, and pulls the guards into the snow.

Just like a little fox rolling around.

Kanisa didn't want to step out of the door at all. In her eyes, snow and blood were symbols of the purest terror.

Winter is the season of death...

But when she heard Fan Wei whisper that there might be no customers today, she immediately volunteered to step forward, patting her barren little chest after it had been restored to its original appearance, and promised:

"Boss, don't worry! As long as you are willing to sell, there will be no shortage of customers in this store!"

"Just look at me."

The girl was wearing a thick brown cotton shop assistant skirt that didn't quite suit her temperament. She lifted the hem of her skirt, pushed through the snow wall, and ran toward the street outside.

This was the lower level of the Bafang Restaurant, connected to the residential area. Before Fan Wei could finish his words "be careful about catching a cold", Kanisa had already run away.

With a helpless smile, he could only take out the tools to clean the snow at the door.

The thousand-year-old soup pot has been placed behind the large counter of the cafeteria on the first floor. This is because it is a relatively important base, and the capital is full of undercurrents and contains unidentified enemies.

Therefore, as for store clerks, Fan Wei has not chosen to hire any for the time being.

The Maze Street Restaurant was also very busy, and the Little Black Flame Apostles could not be mobilized, so he used the 'Universal Workshop' to quickly make some tools for 'shop assistants'.

All I saw were wooden puppets wearing bow ties, standing seriously at their respective posts.

The employee dolls made by the Universal Workshop are low-level and crude versions with no abilities and can only do fixed and simple jobs.

The advantage is that it is not picky about materials and the cost is very low. You can make one with any wood and 10 honor points. It is sturdy and durable, and you don't need to pay wages.

It is simply a pure capitalist happy puppet.

Anyway, making soup and distributing flatbreads are all the puppets' jobs, and Fan Wei thinks they should be able to do it.

It was just the first day of opening the store and we encountered such heavy snow.

Will there really be guests coming?

Fan Wei turned his head while thinking, and was immediately shocked! He didn't know when, there were people behind him!

The key point is that no sound was made. The crowd, wearing simple and bloated clothes, was crowded together in a black mass. If you didn't look at their faces, you would have thought that a pile of huge coal briquettes were stuffed into the store.

"Boss! Guests are coming!"

Kanisa emerged from the crowd in a somewhat embarrassed manner, "I shouted a few times in the residential area, and everyone came over."

Looking at these customers who were silent but each pair of eyes was staring at him, Fan Wei felt pressured and was stunned for a moment before he smiled.

"Welcome, welcome! Bafang Restaurant opens for the first time today! Everyone is welcome!"

People stood still, their faces showing various expressions, hesitation, expectation, desire, caution, their expressions finally changed, and they shouted in unison:

"Thank you for the reward, kind sir!"

"Ah?" Fan Wei was a little embarrassed after not reacting for a while: "We charge money, one copper coin per person."

"No, you won't chase me away, right?"

"We won't chase people away. We close at 10pm every day."

"Eat whatever you want?"

"Yes, yes, this is the buffet..."

"Thank you, kind sir!!"

I clearly bought it with my own money, not as charity, so what is there to thank me for?

Fan Wei wanted to say that, but like Mr. Shu Ren, he felt that there was a thick barrier between him and everyone else.

"Let's eat."

He could only smile and say this, as he saw the flow of people suddenly change from being still to two torrents, rushing past Fan Wei towards the counter serving hot soup and flatbreads.

One copper coin, unlimited food!

This is truly a kind-hearted nobleman doing charity!

The prices in the imperial capital were very consistent with its status. Although there were cheap and low-quality ingredients available, when combined with the fuel costs, a person's food for a day would cost at least two or three copper coins.

This is still the case when you are not eating enough.

Now for one copper coin, you won’t be chased away, and you will have heating and food. In the winter of the Empire, what is heaven? This is heaven!

The puppet staff seemed a little intimidating to the guests, but the aroma of the food more than offset it.

He hurriedly took a handful of crumpets and a big bowl and slipped to the seat, counting the slices of meat in the soup. When he took a sip, everyone's first reaction was to be stunned.

The dreamlike taste, with its raw, rough and soft feeling, came into the hearts of these diners for the first time.

The gray and cold life suddenly starts to light up with colorful colors from the tip of the tongue!

Some people swallowed quickly and in big gulps like pedestrians short of water in the desert, while some held their soup bowls and laughed foolishly with tears in the corners of their eyes.

Fan Wei stood there in a daze, looking at the crowd that seemed to be roaring in silence.

Suddenly I felt that it was the first time that I truly got to know these guests from the lower class. Their attitude towards food was very different from that of my previous customers.

It is swallowing as if it were life, with the piety of a pilgrimage.

Only then did he understand people's exaggerated attitude. Food was really precious to them, and the soup he made was really extremely important.

"very nice."

With a smile on his face, Fan Wei kept in mind the chef's mission - to feed the guests well!

"Kanisha, I'll leave the first floor to you. If the guests want to take some cakes away, just pretend you didn't see it." He blinked his eyes and a casual smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I, I understand, Boss. I will keep a close eye on the table, chairs, and soup pot."

The girl seemed a little uneasy, "Will Master Yunxin help?"

The safety of the restaurant is indeed an important issue. Fan Wei thought about it for a moment and showed a somewhat mysterious expression, "Kanisha, I'm going to cast a magic spell. Don't be too surprised later."

In the girl's slightly confused eyes, he reached out and cut out the system, selected a new clerk position, and converted her into a clerk.

"A clerk has been selected. Name: Kanisha. Clerk Level 1. Combat Strength . Potential Value: Star."

"It has been assigned to the second skill slot. The special ability is: when the clerk is in a restaurant, the incidence of adverse events in the store is reduced."

Adverse event rate? Is Kanisa still a lucky star?

With a gentle smile, now that he has plenty of skill slots, Fan Wei no longer picks the clerk's potential, although he has never been picky. In the real different world, emotions and relationships are much more important than character values.

And his purpose was just to teach Kanisa some skills so that the little girl could protect herself.

Kanisa, who was looking at the boss with a puzzled look on her face, suddenly felt a lot of knowledge flooding into her mind, and she mastered two combat abilities in an instant.

Excited, she looked up in disbelief.

"I shared some of my power with you, so you should be able to protect yourself."

Hearing Fan Wei's words, the girl opened her red eyes and punched her chest hard, "Always obey the boss's orders! From now on, I will only be loyal to you!"

The supreme gift in exchange for the supreme loyalty!

Fan Wei didn't care too much. He knew that the imperial capital was not safe for him and the people around him. Kanisa had been kidnapped once. Giving the girl some power to protect herself would also allow her to feel at ease.

The eldest prince will come to the restaurant today because he received a visiting letter.

So after handing over the restaurant on the first floor to the girl, Fan Wei moved to the third floor, waiting for guests to come.

The clock slowly ticked to nine o'clock, and almost simultaneously the sound of a carriage stopping was heard outside the door. The nobles of the empire had one good thing, and that was iron-like punctuality.

Fan Wei came to the door, opened the black glass door inlaid with golden vine patterns, and saw servants in white clothes standing on both sides of the wide car door.

Delain stepped down and then reached out to hold up a slender arm tucked in a long black bud sleeve.

A lady wearing a white veil walked towards the door of the third-floor restaurant under his guidance.

"Welcome, Your Highness the Prince, and this noble lady." Fan Wei bowed slightly.

"Haha, why should we be so polite, Misr!"

The eldest prince held Fan Wei, stopped at the door, and introduced the slender lady who was a head shorter than him, "This is my sister, the eighth princess of the empire, Auriel Wodoric."

"Welcome, Princess. Your arrival brings glory to our humble shop."

After changing the etiquette, Fan Wei showed an impeccable smile.

With the help of Midara, he had received some lessons on aristocratic etiquette. The empire had a strict hierarchy and the requirements for etiquette were said to be very abnormal.

Fan Wei can be less strict in his compliance, but he can't do nothing either.

"Hello, handsome and radiant Mr. Misle." Princess Oriel's voice was very quiet, without any emotion, as if she was just giving a polite compliment.

"It's snowing so hard. Please come in, my two guests. I've prepared some snacks for you."

After welcoming the eldest prince and princess, Fan Wei returned to the restaurant and regained his usual composure.

He took out the steaming yellow buns filled with milk from the space, put them on a plate, and brewed a pot of classic old-fashioned milk tea with black tea, butter and sugar.

In winter, energy requirements are high, so it’s okay to have a little more sugar.

The salty milk tea can better highlight the sweetness of the custard buns.

"Misler, you've been missing for two days. What happened?" Delain picked up the teacup and did not blame Fan Wei for his reckless action, but expressed his concern.

"If you have any questions in the future, you can talk to me without worrying about it. Otherwise, I will be very worried, and..."

Delain turned his head and glanced at the Eighth Princess. "My sister is also very concerned about you."

Princess Oriel, who was mentioned, placed her hands on her thighs and spoke in a gentle manner, "After hearing my brother mention your talent, Mr. Misr, Oriel was envious and always wanted to see your heroic figure."

After taking a look at Her Royal Highness the Princess, Fan Wei just smiled and pushed the plate of custard buns towards her.

"I encountered the cultists of the Demon Blood Lord." He chatted with Delain, "They tricked me into falling into a trap, and it took me two days to break free."

There was no detailed explanation of where they went. After all, the End of the World was very important and contained many secrets, and the royal family was also heavily involved in it.

Fearing that he might provoke an existence that he shouldn't provoke at the moment, Fan Wei only mentioned the Blood Cult, "Because of some things, I had a feud with those villains in the past, so I'm not too surprised to encounter such a thing."

"The Holy Blood Cult?"

Delain crossed his right arm across the table, leaned forward, and tapped his fingers lightly on his left arm.

"Those guys are as troublesome as ticks. Although the priests of the God of War are focused on fighting them, the devil's followers have taken deep roots in the imperial capital."

The eldest prince lowered his voice, "It is said that they are related to some elder families."

"Elder family?"

"That's right. Such a huge empire cannot be supported by the royal family alone. In addition to the imperial power, the empire also has seven elder families, who are also blood relatives of the royal family."

"For example, my sister and I, our mother is from the Lindbergh family of the Moon Wing."

"Each of the elder families controls a major institution in the empire. They themselves are part of the royal power."

In order to win over Fan Wei, Delain told him some information about the upper class nobles, "Don't worry, Misr, this matter will definitely not be let go."

The eldest prince made a promise, "I will help you to track down and crack down on those rampant rats to the greatest extent possible!"

Fan Wei expressed his gratitude politely, but he felt that this matter would most likely not produce any results.

Delain mentioned that the Holy Blood Order had connections with some of the elder families, but he did not go into detail. No doubt he felt it was unnecessary.

After all, this person who just showed his shadow is secretly one of the rulers of the empire.

Not to mention those who Fan Wei can't afford to offend, it is estimated that as a prince, Delain is unlikely to confront him head-on. The fact that he can express his attitude and make some investigations is already a manifestation of his concern.

"Misr, let's put aside some of the recent minor events for now."

The eldest prince suddenly smiled, and it seemed that he was here to give benefits to Fan Wei. "Let me ask you, are you interested in becoming an imperial noble?"

"Ah? The Empire? The nobility? Me?"

Fan Wei was confused, feeling as embarrassed as if he had infiltrated an enemy organization and was about to be promoted.

"I know this too. You have your own connections in the southern Kingdom of Roga and have good relations with some people, but this is not the key. The Empire welcomes every capable person."

"Besides..." The prince smiled mysteriously, "I also want to have a closer relationship with you."

Misl Fan took a deep breath and felt a chill on his back!

Delain winked at him, "What do you think of Oriel? Speak with your conscience!"

"Well, Your Highness, I feel pity for you." Fan Wei was speaking from his conscience.

Princess Oriel held the custard bun in both hands, took a few bites, raised her head, glanced at Misle Fan briefly, and quickly lowered her eyes with a blush.

"I have no opinion."

Amidst the thin rustling sound, Fan Wei's left eyebrow slowly raised from being straight, and he realized something belatedly, and uttered his third question of the day.

"what???"