Having left Arasaka Academy, Carl had not gone far before spotting a restaurant by the roadside. Thinking about the time, she decided to have lunch here today.
The restaurant in City Center was not large, probably only around fifty square meters. Four customers were scattered around the place, and there were not many staff either. Including the chef busy behind the counter and the waiter moving about, there were only two of them.
"Welcome. Sit wherever you like, and just call me if you want to order."
The busy male waiter paused to greet Carl, then pointed at the empty seats in the restaurant.
"Alright. I'll call you when I'm ready to order."
Watching the waiter hurry off again after receiving her reply, Carl could not understand how he could still be so busy with so few customers in the restaurant.
Even if he was alone, it should not have been this bad.
Based on Carl's understanding of the food service industry, one waiter could generally serve four to six customers at once, while an experienced waiter could handle up to ten. Including herself, there were only five customers in this restaurant. Even if he was new, he should have been able to manage, right?
Besides, the figures Carl was comparing this to were from her old era. Most food in restaurants in 2075 consisted of pre-made or semi-finished products. Was there really any need to be this busy when all they had to do was toss them into a microwave, heat them up, and throw them together?
Just as Carl was thinking this after taking a seat, she heard a very distinct sizzling sound.
With a sharp sizzle, the aroma of oil drifted through the slowly circulating air-conditioning and reached Carl's nose.
Carl took a sniff, and her eyes