As someone in the seafood business, he's naturally not particularly interested in seafood; you could even say he feels queasy just looking at it and hardly ever eats it on his own.
Now, just thinking about Chef Lin's skills and imagining the unknown mysterious flavors, he feels his saliva is secreting wildly.
As he stared blankly, the steaming and aromatic green pepper beef stir-fry was taken out from the pan, passing right in front of him.
"Wait a minute!!"
Elsa tilted her head in confusion: "I'm sorry, Mr. Magna, if you'd like some, please line up yourself; we don't offer a cutting-in-line service."
"Uh, that's not what I meant, I just want to take a closer look at it so I won't waste time lining up later."
"Oh, I see, that's fine then, but you can only look."
Elsa brought the bowl closer.
Not just him, many other new diners waiting in line also craned their necks to see what this thing actually looked like.
