The footsteps became clearer and clearer, and the distant loudspeaker penetrated into my ears with the cold wind, allowing me to know what was happening even without looking:

"Welcome! Our restaurant opens today, the first fifty customers are free of charge!"

Free...

The sound of footsteps gradually disappeared, and I secretly thought that not many people were going there - it was not yet dinner time, and the temptation of free meals was not enough to make people who stayed at home obediently go out to face the cold wind.

I licked my chapped lips, and the slight sting made me lose my appetite instantly - I was really not happy with the thought of touching those greasy foods with such a mouth.

What's more... before dinner, I might have passed out due to lack of calories.

In the humble town of Vigo, a 101-year-old lonely man who was afraid of facing Raya froze to death on the street, ending his life meaninglessly.

Beautiful.

To avoid this outcome, I stood up firmly.

The restaurant is not far away, and the warm and peaceful firelight shines through the windows on the snow.

I took steps towards that.

Hmm, probably...not even fifty people.

I entered the store.

"Welcome!"

The voice came from a muscular man wearing only a white vest, with a small iron plate with "Store Manager" printed on his right chest.

The brief greeting did not sound "welcome" at all.

A damp warm air hit my face, and I shivered uncomfortably.

The store is not very big, with less than twenty customers, so it seems that I am not too late.

I noticed that the customers didn’t seem to look at the store manager in a friendly way.

I found a seat in the corner and sat down.

The store manager is here:

"What to eat?"

Well, at first I thought I heard it wrong, but now I am sure - his tone was full of impatience.

"Well..."

"Have you thought about it? Hurry up!"

"...Oh, sorry."

Hey, I just started looking at the menu, okay?

"Hey, manager, when will our meal be ready?"

The speaker is the person at the next table.

"Wait a minute!"

"How long?"

"Wait until I enter the kitchen!"

Into the kitchen? In other words...

I looked around and found that the tables of other customers were empty, and they all looked at me with urging expressions.

That’s right.

"Um...you turned out to be both the store manager and the chef?"

"The clerk is me too, what's wrong?"

...It's really yours, you dare to run a restaurant by yourself.

"Store manager, are you okay yet?"

The guests at the other table couldn't wait either.

"No! Just wait!"

"Hey! Can your attitude be better?"

"No! It's good enough to give you a free bill, but do you care about your attitude? So you locals are really..."

The store manager shouted back rudely.

Well... the store manager probably feels that he is working in vain and is depressed.

He knows that we, the guests who come here for free, don’t have much money in our pockets, so he doesn’t care about the attitude issue at all.

Sure enough, after the manager yelled, the restaurant became quiet again.

I quickly and wisely completed my order.

The manager's biceps twitched as the pen was written on the paper. After twitching three or four times, he nodded to me and finally entered the kitchen.

The soundproofing effect of the kitchen is very poor, and the store manager is humming a tuneless song inside.

Fortunately, the store manager was incredibly fast and served everyone's meals in less than twenty minutes.

"Wow...! It tastes pretty good!"

"Let me try...oh oh, really!"

"Delicious..."

At the same time, there were sighs immediately.

I secretly observed the store manager standing aside - he blew the mustache on his lips proudly and listened to everyone's praises nonchalantly, as if he had anticipated the scene before him.

Fortunately, his cooking skills are not as bad as his temper

I stared at the ramen on the table - it looked delicious, and the steam kept coming out of the soup. I carefully avoided them and didn't have much desire to eat them.

"Hey, store manager, are you from out of town?"

The speaker was a customer who had an attitude argument with the store manager not long ago, and his tone was obviously much calmer.

Except for traveling businessmen, outsiders are rare in the small town of Vigo.

Therefore, including me, everyone is full of curiosity about outsiders.

"...Hmm."

"Business here is not as easy as in big cities."

Ahem... To be precise, business is easier than here, no matter in a big city or a small city.

"Of course I know! If my baby daughter hadn't asked me to please, I wouldn't have come..."

"Your daughter?"

"She didn't like the original place... Anyway, I have some savings."

"Oh..."

The guest asked no more questions.

Everyone’s curiosity is easy to generate and easy to satisfy.

At this moment, the door of the restaurant was opened.

I saw her.

Uh, what should I say? I didn’t know what I was feeling at that time, but I immediately thought of something seemingly unrelated:

Today seems to be Christmas in the world I lived in before I died.

Oh oh oh...

She has long flaming red hair, beautiful cheeks with a little rosiness, and big round eyes that seem a bit childish. She is wearing a guard uniform, with a sword at her waist.

Yeah, a very heroic girl.

"Welcome!"

For some reason, the store manager put on a completely different expression than before and greeted him enthusiastically - this behavior soon aroused new dissatisfaction from other customers.

"Hello, I'm sorry, it suddenly snowed heavily outside. I have to patrol and can't leave... Can you let me in to avoid the snow?"

The girl asked politely.

"Okay! You're welcome."

"Thank you very much."

The store manager laughed and slowly stepped aside.

"Oh! Isn't this Miss He? It's hard work patrolling!"

"Thank you."

"Miss Qian Zhihe! Are you interested in having a drink with us later? My treat!"
To be continued...