"Alright, welcome everyone." Brian Cooper also responded with a smile.

Maybe today was a lucky day—just as they got closer, another customer entered the shop, and this time it was a lovely lady.

She wore a black vest on top, a knee-length ash-gray dress below, had long black hair parted in the middle, light makeup, carried a white patent leather bag, and her delicate, adorable face was lightly made up, giving her a fresh and charming look.

"Tap tap tap"

Her white high heels tapped out a rhythm on the floor.

She walked up, sat down, and said, "Menu, please." Her voice was beautiful, with a lilting ending, just like a graceful woman from Jiangnan.

"We only serve egg fried rice here. Please check the price list first. If you think it's reasonable, I'll prepare it for you." Brian Cooper said, looking at the beautiful woman in front of him.

"Hmm? Alright." The Jiangnan lady was puzzled at first, then replied and turned to look.

"188? Fine, I'll see if your egg fried rice is worth that much." Her voice carried some dissatisfaction, but she wasn't too angry—her tone was just a bit cool.

"Don't worry, you won't be disappointed." Brian Cooper was a little excited to see this beauty willing to give it a try, and spoke confidently.

"Alright then, hurry up, I still have to go to work." The Jiangnan lady, seeing the young owner so confident, didn't mind anymore and took out her phone to check a newly received message.

Brian Cooper stood not far away, discreetly watching the beauty. Her quick and elegant dining posture made him feel a bit hungry himself. Watching a beautiful woman can really whet one's appetite—after all, the saying "feasting the eyes" has been passed down for ages.

Chapter 14: The God-Tier Egg Fried Rice Begins to Show Its Power

This beautiful woman really was from Jiangnan, named Grace Bennett. She had attended university in Rongcheng, stayed here to work after graduation, and worked as the director's assistant in the office building behind, with a pretty good salary—about thirty thousand a month.

As for why she impulsively decided to eat a 188 RMB egg fried rice today, it was because she had been set up by Little Bolton, who was also a secretary assistant, early in the morning, resulting in a harsh scolding from the director. Having never suffered such injustice before, Grace Bennett felt very aggrieved and decided to treat herself to something nice to vent.

She had already tried most of the small shops downstairs, so she planned to find one she hadn't been to, order a few more dishes, and really let off some steam. From the outside, this place looked pretty good, so she walked in—only to find that not only did they serve only egg fried rice, but a small portion cost 188.

She didn't want to eat it at first, but then thought, since she's venting anyway, 188 it is.

Grace Bennett glanced up at the owner, who was seriously cooking the rice, thinking that if it didn't taste good, she'd post on her Moments to boycott the place—after all, it's so close to her workplace.

Let this guy lose business and close down.

"Here's your egg fried rice, please enjoy." Brian Cooper was as quick as ever.

"Thank you."

Grace Bennett put down her phone, looked up at Brian Cooper, gave a polite, slight smile, and picked up her spoon to start eating.

As an assistant, her manners were impeccable.

The golden egg fried rice instantly triggered her appetite.

"This aroma..."

Grace Bennett took a deep breath with her delicate nose, and her mouth immediately started to water. She had only one thought in her mind: I want to eat, I want to eat!

The spoon made a crisp sound as it hit the plate. Grace Bennett tasted her first bite of egg fried rice—the deliciousness of the rice and the egg combined perfectly. It was as if she had eaten a ginseng fruit; all the pores in her body opened up.

All those thoughts she just had about posting on Moments if it wasn't good, and all her worries, instantly vanished.

Good—just one word, and that's all she needed to say.

Both her parents were teachers, and as someone who grew up in a well-off family, Grace Bennett now earned a decent salary and only had to support herself. Her daily life was quite refined, and she would occasionally treat herself to a fancy meal, sometimes spending two or three thousand a month on a good dinner.

As a beauty, she was often pursued, and those times were always filled with flowers, fine wine, and high-end restaurants. Even so, Grace Bennett had never eaten egg fried rice as delicious as this.

Now she felt that the last time she and her colleagues went to that so-called top-three private kitchen restaurant—which required a reservation half a month in advance and cost over three thousand RMB for a meal—compared to this bowl of egg fried rice, it was simply not even in the same league.

"This owner definitely has skills!"

The elegant and reserved Grace Bennett, under the magic of the egg fried rice, wanted for the first time to lick the plate without any ladylike restraint. Of course, thanks to her upbringing, she managed to hold back, only looking up and smiling sincerely as she said,

"Excuse me, I'll have another serving."

After saying this, Grace Bennett felt a bit embarrassed. As a beauty, asking for seconds in public was always a little awkward—after all, figure is the number one priority.

"Sorry, we can only serve one portion per customer per meal." Brian Cooper was always a bit more patient and kind to beautiful women—beautiful things always bring joy.

"Alright, what time do you close in the evening?" Grace Bennett was a bit surprised to be refused, blinking her almond-shaped eyes, then quickly changed the subject.

Seeing that the beauty didn't press further, Brian Cooper felt both happy and a little disappointed. If she had asked a few more questions, there would have been more to talk about, right? But from the looks of it, his cooking had already conquered her stomach.

"Nine o'clock in the evening."

"Alright, I'll pay."