A Beauty with Multiple Masks novel Chapter 1150

Chapter 1150 The Wisdom Of Arielle

When the streamer saw the replies, he felt himself swelling with delight.

After all, he no longer needed to conduct the interview and could join the line directly.

I can’t wait to try the other dishes in Maureen’s Kitchen!

Holding that thought, he went to join the line right away.

Contrary to his elation, Arielle’s fans waiting for the ravioli at the booth were exasperated. Even though they were happy that the tastiness of the ravioli was appreciated, they could not smile because the haters had finished the most recent batch of ravioli.

“Those haters are so annoying! I deliberately squeezed my way up to the front, yet they finished all the ravioli!”

“Could it be that they’re fans masquerading as haters so that they could get the ravioli ahead of us?”

Feeling indignant, some of the fans joined the line to dine in the restaurant, while others continued to wait at the booth for the ravioli.

Strangely, they noticed that a few of the haters had joined the line.

In an instant, the fans mocked, “Hey, weren’t you pouring scorn on our goddess’ restaurant just a while ago? Why have you joined the line too?”

Caught in the act, one of the haters scowled but countered shamelessly, “Isn’t the whole point of running a restaurant to serve customers? As one of them, don’t I have the right to eat here too? Since when is it illegal to do so?”

The fans pursed their lips and stopped arguing with the haters.

“Got it. The opening day is killing me,” Glenn lamented. Nevertheless, he had a broad grin on his face.

Since he had a stake in the restaurant, it meant that he was one of its owners too. Therefore, he looked forward to being busy, as it was a sign that business was buzzing.

As sweat streamed down his forehead continuously, he worked hard to send out the dishes like clockwork.

When he saw that the ingredients were almost finished despite preparing ten times more than usual, he could not resist asking the manager, “Is there still a line outside?”

“Yes!” The manager nodded. “Chef Quigley, I don’t think you’ll get the chance to rest today,” he remarked regrettably, though he was delighted by the crowd.

“What?” Glenn looked at the time in shock. “It’s already two. How can there still be a line? How many of them are there?”