"What's… this?" the woman with a bob cut asked.
Her partner, on the other hand, held a spoon and scooped some of it. Bringing the golden yellow dish, glistening with 'sparkles,' in front of him, the man couldn't help but gulp. Although he wasn't sure how they made this, from what they ordered, it seemed to be the Scrambled Egg.
The man sniffed, and his eyes widened. It was definitely egg, but it had a scent of saltiness and savory at the same time. He took another sniff while his eyes remained fixated on it. Comforting and very appetizing! Without any hesitation, he opened his mouth and put the spoon inside.
Then he put the spoon down and started chewing. He only needed to take a bite or two before he swallowed it.
"Is there something wrong, sir?" the server, who remained standing on the side, asked, concern evident in his voice.
"No," the man shook his head and, with a slightly red face, continued to eat the egg. "It's just too delicious! I've never tasted anything before!"
His partner, the woman with a bob cut, watched him with wide eyes. She looked at her plate with curiosity.
"Why don't I lend you a hand, miss?" the server smiled as he took a knife and fork.
"Sure," the woman nodded.
Then the server started cutting the bread in half. "Putting the Scrambled Egg here will make it taste even better. Try it, miss."
The server put some of the Scrambled Egg on top of the bread before stepping back.
"T-thank you," the woman said, thanking the waiter. She then picked up the light brown bread with the fluffy golden yellow on top. She gulped when she saw the appearance up close, especially the glistening and how it wobbled when she moved her hand.
She glanced in front and, seeing that her boyfriend was enjoying the meal, she smiled and ate the bread.
The bread was common, like most restaurants offered, even here in Filly Restaurant. However, this time, its taste was amplified.
This! The woman's eyes widened in surprise. She could hear the crunchiness from the bread, but after a bite, what followed was a soft sensation, something fluffy and creamy attacking her palate. There was a bit of saltiness, watery and somewhat slippery, but the savory taste of egg came on top.
Along with the taste of bread, they mingled to create an enticing meal.
Seeing the two of them enjoying their food, the server smiled knowingly. They had also tasted this new dish as part of their job.
They had the same reaction: shock, surprise, amazement.
When they heard that there was going to be a Skyline Savory branch in front of their restaurant, the servers thought they would lose their jobs because of it. And as they saw the number of their customers lessen, they started to lose hope.
That was when they noticed the new addition to their menu. Every dish with meat on it had an additional word beside its name, "Cooked with Oil."
And when they tasted it, the hope that had been extinguished was reignited.
Filly Restaurant was fighting.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the stairs, and the server glanced habitually. When he saw that the boss was walking towards them, the server stood up straight.
"Hello, I am the owner of this restaurant, Filly Kleinford. Sorry for disturbing your meal," Filly said to the couple with a smile on her face.
However, they were too focused on their food to notice her presence at all. Filly just smiled and watched them eat. Her eyes darted from their faces to their clothes and then to the dish on the table. They were enjoying it so much that they didn't notice that someone important was in front of them.
Important? This word caused Filly to scoff at herself in her mind. She had gotten used to being treated high and mighty by common people. Is it because she's a noble? A noble, ha… it's not that important.
As her eyes stayed on their plate, a realization struck her.
Inside my restaurant, what's more important is the food. This realization made her glance at the second floor, particularly where the wealthy and affluent usually eat.
The couple finished their meal and only then did they notice that Filly was standing beside the server.
"Oh my, sorry Miss Filly!" The woman immediately stood up while apologizing. Filly didn't have to introduce herself, as she was quite well-known to the people who were eating here. She was a noble who decided to open a restaurant even though her family focused on Cultivation. As rumors spread fast, most of them already knew the story.
"No worries, it should be me apologizing for trying to interrupt your meal," Filly said while also bowing.
"No need to bow, Miss," The woman tried to stop her, but Filly still did so.
"Haha, I should," Filly said before she glanced at their empty plate. "How was the meal?"
"I must say, this is the best breakfast I've ever had in my entire life!" The woman replied with sparkling eyes.
"Yup, I agree," the boyfriend nodded in agreement, though he couldn't hide the disappointment in his voice when he noticed that their food was already gone.
"That's good to hear," Filly smiled. "Would you like to order again?"
"Well…" the couple looked at each other for a moment before they glanced at their empty plate. "Sure, why not? It's still early and we're still not satisfied."
"Haha, don't worry, this round will be on us," Filly said with a laugh.
"Really? But you don't have to," The woman said.
"Consider this as my appreciation for your feedback," Filly replied. She then glanced at the server, and the server nodded in understanding.
"Then, thank you, Miss Filly,"
"You're welcome," Filly smiled before she went back upstairs.
Gail, who was watching all this, followed after her boss. They entered the room again, and Filly sat on her chair.
She sat there, one hand under her chin while the other tapped on the table.
Seeing Filly this serious made Gail tilt her head. "Is there something wrong, Miss?"
"I just realized something," Filly said. "I will remove the concept of status inside this restaurant. No more noble, no more class differentiation. If one enters as a diner, then they will have the same status as other diners."
Gail's eyes widened before a smile appeared on her face.
"That's a great idea, Miss."