Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

"What, what's going on?"

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, Fan Wei quickly ran to the middle to stop them.

Uncle Cakins' eyes were red, and he looked like he was about to pounce. Delain, in surprise, stood up, held down his weapon, and protected Princess Oriel.

"Do you know him?" Both sides asked Fan Wei in unison.

"Isn't this obvious..." Misr Fan was a little overwhelmed by this sudden change, "Let's sit down and talk it out."

There was silence for a while. It seemed that for Fan Wei's sake, both sides calmed down.

Willow Kakins strode to the table, poured himself a cup of milk tea, drank it all in one gulp and glanced coldly at the eldest prince on the opposite side, "Humph! I didn't expect that you, little bastard, would still be alive and grow up."

"Why didn't you kill those things?!"

"Isn't it surprising that you're fine?" Delain retorted, "What on earth allowed you to crawl out of the end of the world?"

"So..." Seeing the atmosphere suddenly drop to freezing point, Fan Wei spoke cautiously.

"What happened?"

"Haha." Verokakins sneered and knocked the bottom of the cup on the table. "You may not know that twenty years ago, it was this brat who pushed me into the End of the World with his own hands!"

"I can recognize his eyes even if they turned into ashes!"

Fan Wei turned his head and looked at Delain in surprise.

"I was only six years old at that time, and I was at the mercy of others, wasn't I?" The eldest prince defended himself, "and those who really wanted to kill you were lining up behind me."

"If it's not because of the test, it doesn't matter who pushes you down."

Thinking about the twenty years of torture he had endured, and how this well-fed kid took it so lightly, Caggins' eyes burned with anger.

"What a cruel statement! You are completely clearing yourself of all blame!"

"You are a monster cultivated by your cold-blooded family!"

"I am different from the famous Bloody Hand Supervisor." Delain also responded with anger: "Do you think you are innocent and innocent and have been wronged?"

"Take a look at your conscience. You are clearly a notorious butcher with thousands of lives on your hands!"

"You and your gang deserve this!"

In the mutual harm, both sides were irritated, and flames almost spewed from Willowcakins' eyes.

But the flame suddenly died out, and Uncle Caggins' tone turned cold, "You are right. Humph, since we are all birds of a feather, we should take revenge if we have grudges, and complain if we have grievances, okay?"

"Then come on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Delain immediately drew out his sword, and Verokakins picked up the coat rack leaning against the wall and held it in his hand like a spear.

The two started fighting without hesitation!

Uncle Cakins swung the heavy wooden frame and stabbed it hard. Blood-red lines condensed in his hand and spread to the surface of the stick.

Even though the Empire is a spellcasting unit, combat is full of violent melee style!

The sharp sword was like a bright candle, shooting out black and red energy from the silver light.

The eldest prince's sword crushed the wooden stick, and the blood-red thorns that emerged from the stick were also chopped off and went straight to Verokakins' chest.

But Uncle Caggins was not at all panicked. With the five fingers of his left hand stained with blood, he leaned forward and grabbed Delain's neck.

Seeing that the two men were about to die together, Fan Wei could only flash to the middle.

With one hand, he took Cakins' bloody hand, and with the other hand, he clamped the rapier wrapped with Zhenba's fighting spirit with two fingers, and dissolved the domineering force.

"I said stop! Peace is the most important thing!"

He exerted force to push the two men away and shouted loudly.

As Delain looked down at his sword with a look of shock, Fan Wei sighed and said with some force: "Sit down and talk! Fighting to the death won't solve the problem!"

"Instead of fighting and suffering heavy losses, it is better to think about the best solution!"

Uncle Caggins and Delain regained their composure a little. They knew that they might not be able to resolve the matter in one go today.

After sending away the guards who rushed in after hearing the noise, Delain sat back next to his sister and stuck his sword into the floor, his voice a little dull.

"Misr, is there any wine in the restaurant? Give me a few bottles!"

"How about home brewed food?"

"I believe in your craftsmanship."

After thinking about it, Fan Wei took out a jar of rice wine. When he was helping the dwarf clan to study winemaking, he had brewed all kinds of wine. At this time, compared to the blood wine or white wine that made people angry.

The milder rice wine may be more suitable.

"The appetizers include fish skin peanuts and spiced beef." The food was served on snow-white plates.

This is a very oriental way of eating. It was the imperial people's side dish for drinking. The poorer ones would eat pickled vegetables or dried kelp, while the more noble ones would eat cheese, fish floss and dried meat.

Bringing out some novel delicacies can effectively distract people and make them less stubborn.

Fan Wei tried his best to resolve the hatred that had accumulated in the restaurant.

"Although the reason is not clear yet, let me say a few words... There are many disputes and grudges in the martial arts world, and when will the cycle of revenge end?"

"Releasing your anger can only bring misfortune and emptiness, right? Why don't you two turn hostility into friendship, put aside old grudges, and laugh it off?"

There were some quiet words to ease the atmosphere. Fan Wei took a few wine bowls and cracked two eggs into each of them.

The wine was boiling on the asbestos tiles, and the gurgling sound brought the temperature of the anger down. Three bowls of warm and nourishing rice wine stewed eggs were cooked and pushed in front of the three silent people.

Fan Wei hesitated to speak. After all, he was just a chef and there was not much he could do.

"Drink slowly and tell us the story of those years."

"That's easy for you to say," muttered Uncle Caggins, picking up a white porcelain spoon and scooping up a mouthful of rice wine. The heated alcohol evaporated a little, but the sweet and sour aroma was also greatly stimulated.

He took a sip of the wine and enjoyed it in silence for a while.

Feeling the warmth rising in his stomach, Grand Maester Verokakins opened his eyes and spoke in a vicissitudes of life tone, "Actually, there's nothing much to say. It's just that I was tricked in the past."

"Back then, because the family power declined, the noble status was about to be abolished."

"As the new generation backbone of the family, I was forced to take over a dirty job assigned by the agency - the humanoid weapon transformation project."

"It is an experiment to gather some people with potential, and through drug stimulation and organ replacement, clear their minds and make them into absolutely loyal and powerful combat weapons."

"This experiment is of course unscrupulous. All the so-called volunteers were kidnapped."

"During the transformation process, blood is inevitably stained on the hands."

"But there is no way I can be wrong about working illegally for the dog emperor."

Completely disregarding the fact that the prince and princess were right before his eyes, Uncle Caggins blurted out defiant words that he wanted to be severely punished, his inner resentment already showing through.

"I was promised that if I could complete the experiment, they would help my family restore its former status."

"I was too young to believe it."

"But in reality, it was just this brat and his family who took the blame for me!"

"Many of those who were kidnapped had certain identities and backgrounds. They were the ones who captured the people and took all the benefits! But after the incident was exposed, I became the culprit."

"Not only was he stigmatized and removed from his position in the government, he was also executed on the spot to appease the anger!"

"My family was also badly damaged, and my daughter was driven out of the house and became homeless."

"I still remember the look in that brat's eyes when he kicked me off. It was like looking at a dog on the side of the road. They didn't think about me or my daughter at all!"

"Humph." The uncle laughed in anger, "Do you think I can forgive them?!"

After listening to Uncle Cakins' story, Fan Wei was speechless and could only look at De Rhine silently.

"I told you, I don't want to explain anything." Putting down the empty wine bowl, the eldest prince said coldly, "I was only six years old at that time. In that kind of environment, everyone could be a price."

"I am no exception!"

"If you want to hate me, then go ahead and hate me. I will take whatever revenge you have prepared!"

"Look! This is his true face!" Uncle Caggins pointed.

Delain stood up and extended his hand to his sister, saying goodbye, "Misr, I'm sorry to trouble you. You should do it on your own from now on. I will talk to you again in two days."

Princess Oriel followed her brother's pace and silently looked back at Fan Wei.

There was a slight emotion in those wooden and beautiful eyes, but it only lasted for a moment before Her Royal Highness the Princess turned and left.

Fan Wei felt that there seemed to be some deep meaning in that look.

"Sorry, kid, I've ruined your bright future." Uncle Verokakins said with a smile as he continued to drink from the jar.

"It's okay, there's no problem. I just didn't expect you to have such a grudge."

Fan Wei could only sigh.

Uncle Caggins gave a bitter smile, "Alas, in this world of fame and fortune in the imperial capital, who can be clean? That bastard Yue Yi... I hate him, but I don't blame him."

"Everyone here... is a beast in human form."

After finishing another bowl, Uncle Caggins suddenly chuckled, "I say, kid, it must be hard for you to be stuck in the middle. Why don't you just follow me and join the Seventh Princess?"

"With your ability, where can you not get along?"

After returning to the imperial capital, Willow Kakins came for revenge. He found some old connections, connected with the seven princesses of the royal family, and wanted to get Fan Wei on board as well.

"Come on, uncle, I'm just a chef. I can help out, but I don't have the IQ to go into politics."

Fan Wei has his own ideas and he will not really become a politician.

Cooking well is a chef’s duty.

"Okay then, I should leave too."

There was no hope of winning him over, and Vero Kakins would not make it difficult for Fan Wei, "Staying here will only cause you trouble. Remember to help me take care of my daughter. I have high hopes for you."

After the uncle left downstairs, the restaurant on the third floor became deserted again.

Fan Wei sat alone behind the counter. He had a good relationship with people on both sides, but due to their grudges and hostility, they could not get along with each other and even started to fight against each other.

This is a really tricky situation, is there any way to make them reconcile?

And Princess Oriel's last look always made Fan Wei feel that it had a deeper meaning.

"Mr. Xiao Fan? Are you finally home?"

While he was deep in thought, a frivolous but familiar voice was heard. Fan Wei looked up and saw Countess Aroruo in a red dress pushing the door open and entering, accompanied by two ladies in luxurious clothes.

"I have been waiting for your restaurant to open these days. I heard from His Highness Delain that you have been missing for two days?"

Waving the business card in her hand, the Countess walked to the counter.

"It's just a small matter." Standing up to greet them with a smile, Fan Wei looked at the two ladies standing next to A Ruoruo and bowed properly.

"May I know the names of these two ladies?"

A Ruoruo covered her lips and smiled, "It's this kind of immaturity that makes you the most likable~"

"Let me introduce you. This is the wife of the current Duke of Tocard, Lady Swadlink, who has a distinguished family background. This is the famous Earl of Green Bay, Lady Helkarin."

"Excuse me, my excuse me!" Fan Wei understood that A Ruoruo was taking care of her own business and brought her best friend here.

"Please come in, three distinguished guests. I will use my best skills to provide you with the best service."

"Well, I told you it's handsome!"

Ms. Aruru's totally unreserved voice made Fan Wei's gesture of greeting freeze. Are these sisters really here to eat?

"You have a good eye. Is this the famous chef who defeated Tewari?" Mrs. Swadlink raised the corner of her mouth.

"It's just that the restaurant is a bit... low-key. There's not even a waiter."

From the perspective of a high-end restaurant, Bafang Restaurant is currently just an empty shell, lacking waiters who can provide diverse services and reflect identity and status.

Fan Wei had thought about hiring some helpers, but after seeing the corresponding salary, he withdrew the idea.

Two waiters are responsible for opening the door, which is equivalent to doormen. Each of them needs 5 silver coins per month. The waiters who serve food are called Chuanfeng in the imperial capital, and each of them needs 7 silver coins per month.

There are also people who are specifically responsible for pouring wine, with a salary of 7 silver coins, and people who are responsible for waiting for guests' orders at the door of the box, with a salary of 9 silver coins.

All in all, it only takes a few gold coins a month to solve the problem, and this is when the staff is the most streamlined!

The reason why it is so expensive is that these personnel are special slaves trained by the "Gray Agency" and are said to have undergone special training.

All of their salaries are collected by the gray agency in exchange for their identity freedom after many years.

Fan Wei had learned about the so-called Gray Agency. Generally speaking, it was the management agency for all slave laborers in the empire.

The agency also monopolized all service industry jobs. Any formally registered business unit had to hire people from them and become part of the empire's money-making chain.

This is a damned slavery! Fan Wei must not support it, not to mention... he doesn't have that much spare money.

Therefore, we can only take the specially customized route to the extreme.

Currently, the restaurant only accepts guests with business cards, and each person has only one chance to taste the special dishes.

"Well, give us a private room. What's the menu recommendation for today? Or you can come up with whatever you want."

Aruruo ordered very skillfully, and smiled charmingly, "More wine is needed. Also, since there are no other guests, how about the chef come to accompany us and introduce the dishes?"

Fan Wei was stunned and in awe. He didn't expect that there would be a customer who was so serious about food!

Looks like he's going to perform beyond his normal level!