Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

(In order to supplement the previous chapters, several chapters may be piled into one chapter later, trying not to affect everyone's reading.

I'll adjust them at some point later.)

"Hey, Kanisa, you're back."

When the girl returned to the Bafang Restaurant, she saw a scene like this: tables, chairs and benches were piled up at the door, and the owner, Misle Fan, was moving things inside.

After seeing her, he put down the table in his hands and reached out to say hello...

In order to develop the dream wine, Fan Wei ran back to Maze Street halfway.

The restaurant without a gatekeeper naturally made customers eager to buy. People first tried it out, and after finding out that it was not a sting operation, they decisively started to happily buy for free.

But unexpectedly.

Although the tables and chairs were stolen, the soup pot, which had already spread magical stories around, and the cash register were not touched.

Fan Wei was quite surprised. He followed the magic marks left behind to find his lost items and communicated with the customers.

When the boss came to the door, the big northerner in the small house looked shy, his cheeks flushed, and he could only stammer a few words, "I, I picked up..."

Seeing that Fan Wei had no malicious intentions, a young couple welcomed him into the house.

The incredibly small room of a few square meters was crammed with a lot of things and seven or eight people.

Adults and children still sleep on the floor in the cold winter. Fan Wei looked around and found that the two new chairs were the only things that could allow one to straighten his legs without standing.

The temperature in the room is not high. In the community of the lower class people nearby, neighbors will build a small fire pit in the middle of several rooms.

Several families pooled fuel to heat the fire pit, and the warm air seeped into the room along the walls, maintaining a temperature above zero degrees.

The door was closed to avoid wasting the poor heating. The children wrapped in cloth looked at Fan Wei nervously, probably knowing that their parents had done something wrong.

At this time, Fan Wei would pretend to be an investigative reporter in his heart.

He chatted with the young couple in the small family and did not shy away from the issue of stealing when asked why they did not take the thousand-year-old soup pot and the money from the cash register.

The answer is surprisingly simple. They are afraid that the restaurant will be closed and they won’t have heating...

Moreover, the magical soup pot that was snatched away will only be sold to people who have enough food, and then sold to them at a higher price... The thinking of the poor may be despised, but their experience and IQ cannot be underestimated.

As they talked, the awkward atmosphere was resolved a lot. The host took out half a bottle of potato wine and invited Fan Wei to have a drink. As they tasted the spicy wine, the conversation became smoother.

You can hear men complaining about work and life, and women grumbling and worrying about their children and their physical health.

The greater the scarcity, the more things to consider. Fan Wei learned that they were doing the work of carrying and sewing respectively. If they didn't have children, they might go to the monster processing factory or join the army.

Both of these are ways to earn more money, but the trouble is that you may die or become disabled.

Slaves and abandoned modified humans occupied too many jobs, which made the whole family hostile. Even though they might have no intersection at all, the biggest hatred here was the fight for a living!

Finally, let’s pray that winter will be shorter.

Apart from half a glass of potato wine, Fan Wei did not take anything else away, and he did not say anything, but he received the couple's unanimous gratitude.

Leaving that eggshell-like nest gives one the illusion of leaving a cage.

Fan Wei felt ashamed. He shouldn't have such thoughts about a small home. When he looked back, he felt that this place really was like an egg, as if something would really hatch from it.

It's a good thing to come and take a look, at least let him know that everyone needs more than just a restaurant...

After running around, Fan Wei selectively took back some tables, chairs and benches and carried them home with great difficulty.

"Boss!"

Seeing Fan Wei busy, Kanisa stopped and subconsciously wanted to help, but a hard object in her pocket hit her waist, causing her movements to freeze.

"What's wrong? Are you having any problems?"

Fan Wei noticed that there was something wrong with the girl's expression, but the other people brought back by Kanisha distracted his attention.

Seven or eight boys and girls about the same age as Kanisha greeted him cautiously.

"It's okay, I just... didn't run into my brother. He seemed to have found a better job."

Having honed her ability to quickly adjust her expression in her past life, the girl said, "I've asked some friends to come over as shop assistants. Is that okay with you, boss?"

"No problem, the restaurant on the first floor is entirely yours!"

Fan Wei was very confident in giving the important task to the new employees. He breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at them. The staff shortage period was finally over. "Everyone, come in quickly. Don't get cold."

Compared to the chilly weather, the hope of a new life makes the new employees excited.

Fan Wei led them to clean and collect work uniforms, and assigned dormitories. As a former theater, Bafang Restaurant had the most space and only needed a slight renovation.

"Thank you for the next job."

Looking at the waiters eating with big mouthfuls and sparkling eyes, Fan Wei, who had finished his work, smiled and discussed the restaurant's salary and welfare system with Kanisha.

"I need to go out later to meet His Royal Highness the Prince."

The Dream Wine was originally prepared for Uncle Verocagins, but Fan Wei felt that the conflict might not be a problem for just one party.

When he met Uncle Caggins, Delain's heart didn't seem so calm.

Perhaps the eldest prince is hiding something in his heart.

Kanisa still actively accepts the work as usual, but according to the mysterious man's request, she must now convey Fan Wei's information to the other side in a timely manner.

Looking at the boss walking out of the restaurant, the girl lowered her head silently under the light.

Carrying the Dream Wine, Fan Wei packed one bottle and sent it to Baron Karkamos.

In a few days he planned to visit the lonely and sad fairy grandma who helped him, Ms. Bellatilu. Perhaps the dream wine could also help her.

After feeling the remaining money in his pocket and looking at the gradually darkening sky, poor Misr Fan sighed and jumped onto the roof again...

At this time in the royal manor, Delain sat silently in the study with a glass of red wine, watching the dark snowflakes falling outside the window as the night deepened.

He has become somewhat taciturn since returning from the restaurant that day.

"Brother..." Oriel walked in and called softly from behind.

As siblings who lived together day and night, the Eighth Princess naturally knew the troubles her brother faced. Unlike her, Delain was the heir of the Yueyi family, trained for the throne from the very beginning.

From birth to growth, he is constantly shaped according to the image of the goal.

The family hopes to get a candidate who is decisive in killing and as cold and majestic as an emperor, but Delain's nature is different from this, or it can be said that most people are not born cold-blooded.

The environment and nature inevitably create contradictions and distortions, but as members of the family, they have no right to resist.

When emotions arise, they cannot be suppressed. They will only lurk in the heart in the form of depression.

This is why Delain is depressed. When the shadow of his childhood is rekindled, he faces his knot again.