Chapter 1151 Made A Misjudgment
As Glenn had been busy in the kitchen the whole time, he had no idea how long the line outside had become.
For a moment, the manager was nonplussed by his question.
Before he could reply, Rayson came in with a box of things.
Glenn asked curiously, “What did you bring? Ingredients?”
“No, no.” Rayson waved his hands and explained, “Ms. Moore got me to buy sandwiches and isotonic drinks for everyone. That way, you will stay hydrated and not be drained by the heat.”
Glenn shook his hands in rejection. “People like us who work in the kitchen all year round won’t be drained by the heat. Therefore, there’s no need to worry. Besides, we will likely be finished in an hour or two.”
“An hour or two?” Rayson smiled awkwardly. “I’m afraid that’s not going to be possible.”
Puzzled, Glenn asked, “How long is the line? How many people are actually there?”
“How should I put this…” Rayson scratched his balding head. “From noon onward, the line didn’t shorten at all. In fact, it even grew longer.”
“W-What?” Glenn was dumbstruck. “Are you kidding me?”
Beside him, the manager smiled wryly. “Why would we joke at such a busy time? Even if no new customer joins the line from now on, we will need to work till five or six in the evening to serve all the customers. By then, it will, unfortunately, be dinner time. Chef Quigley, you had better be prepared not to have any rest today.”
Glenn stared at him in disbelief.
Seeing that he remained unconvinced, the manager suggested, “Why don’t you take a look for yourself?”
“Sure, I’ll do that!” After handing over his station to his apprentice, Glenn followed the manager out of the restaurant.
The moment he arrived at the entrance, he realized he could not even see the end of the line. Moreover, there seemed to be a continuous stream of people coming over from the parking lot to dine at the restaurant.
Looking at Glenn, the manager asked, “Do you believe us now?”
Glenn was stumped for a reaction.
It… It seems like I’ve underestimated Ms. Moore…
Even though he was confident in the dishes of Maureen’s Kitchen and expected a crowd on their opening day, it never crossed his mind that the restaurant would be swamped to such an extent.
After giving it some thought, he figured that it must have something to do with Arielle.
Staring at the long line, Glenn felt embarrassed for telling Arielle to purchase lesser ingredients in the morning, for he was worried about overbuying.
When the manager saw his conflicted expression, he chuckled and remarked, “Even I didn’t expect such a crowd. When Ms. Moore wanted to hire bodyguards, I still thought she was overreacting… But now, it’s obvious that the line would have degenerated into chaos without them. I have made a misjudgment.”
At that moment, Glenn felt the same way about himself.
Rayson, who had followed them out, raised his brows and asked, “Chef Quigley, do you need me to bring the box out from the kitchen?”
Glenn smiled awkwardly. “You can leave it there. I’ll get back to work now.”
I’ll probably need the sandwiches and drinks, as it’s going to be a long day. Better to be safe than sorry.
As time ticked by, customers who had finished their food were quickly replaced by new ones, forming an endless cycle.
When the other restaurant owners along the street saw how popular Maureen’s Kitchen was, they could not help but join the line.
After all, they, too, were curious about the quality of the dishes.
