About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

I feel like things are not what I imagined at the beginning...

Although Ceylon, who had received etiquette education, felt bad about this queue-cutting behavior, the most urgent thing was to find out what happened in the restaurant and what his "matchmaking campaign" had become.

Ceylon pushed open the restaurant door with great effort. Unlike the crowded waiting area outside, the number of people inside the restaurant was not large, and some seats were even vacant. It seemed that this was done to ensure that the number of people each reception was maintained at a level that could be served.

Ceylon quickly looked around the restaurant, and the first person he saw was Kal'tsit, the leader of Rhodes Island, who was wearing a maid outfit that was completely out of place in the style of the coastal city-state of Xiosta. He had met her before on the landship and had signed a business contract with his father.

Ceylon blinked. Although she was not familiar with Kal'tsit, judging from their previous interactions, she thought that she was not a person of this nature... right?

"Um... Lady Kal'tsit, is the omurice I ordered not ready yet?"

Before Ceylon could say anything, a tourist sitting far away raised his hand and asked about the progress of the dishes in an embarrassed manner.

Hearing the guest's cry, Kal'tsit, who was wearing a maid outfit, walked straight up to the other party. However, unlike what Ceylon expected, the other party did not bow and smile to comfort the guest. Instead, she had a blank expression on her face, or it could be said that this "blank expression" itself was an expression of oppression.

Kal'tsit looked down at the guests with a condescending attitude, her eyes filled with undisguised coldness and indifference.

"It's only been 87 seconds since you last asked for an order. What dishes do you think you could have prepared in that time? Use your hippocampus to recall whether the instant noodles you've used during this time have always been half-cooked. Or does your digestive system prefer half-cooked food?"

Kal'tsit ridiculed the guest directly with an unquestionable attitude, which scared Ceylon who was standing next to her.

How could she treat a guest with such an attitude? A maid like that is simply...

"Oh, oh! As expected, Ms. Kal'tsit is the best...!"

--Eh?

Ceylon's worries and doubts had not yet ended, but the guest who was ridiculed showed a happy expression, which confused Ceylon.

At the same time, on the other side of the restaurant, another acquaintance of Ceylon, Hei, was wearing only her usual tactical uniform that looked no different from a swimsuit at first glance. She walked up to a table of guests with a plate in her hands.

"Your omurice."

Hei placed the dishes on the table with the same indifferent tone, almost writing the words "It's all the master's job" on his face.

"Wait a minute, Miss Black...!"

Hei was about to leave when the guest immediately reached out to stop him.

"The omurice is bare on top. Um, you should know what to do next, right?"

The guest swallowed and said to Hei with an expectant laugh.

—How do you do it...? You mean squeezing ketchup onto the omurice, right? And depending on the customer's needs, you might need to squeeze it into a specific pattern. And most importantly, after squeezing the ketchup, you have to give the customer a big smile.

Ceylon was thinking to herself. Although she had never been to a maid cafe, there were always a few of Victoria's classmates who were extremely interested in maid culture, and Ceylon had been more or less influenced by them.

——Come to think of it, I rarely see Kuro smile. Could it be that this time I finally have the chance…

"So you want to use your own blood to flavor this dish?"

Ceylon's expectations were shattered by the black response.

“Oh…Ohhh!!”

"Hei! How could you treat a guest like this—eh?"

“Miss…!?”

Facing the customer's request, Hei directly threw out a sentence that sounded quite harsh. Ceylon, who was standing by, was surprised that Hei would respond with such a blatant threat and directly called out Hei's name.

But just like the customer Kal'tsit served before, the customer who was "threatened with death" was not angry, but instead showed a satisfied expression.

However, when Hei discovered that Ceylon was coming over, he just froze on the spot, his cheeks getting hotter and hotter, and he didn't even know where to put his hands.

"The Dolkos family..."

Not only Hei, but also Kal'tsit who was wearing a maid outfit next to her widened her eyes as Ceylon spoke.

The green cat head blinked, confirming that the other party was the living daughter of Mayor Xiosta, and not an illusion simulated by PRTS.

"Table 3's pan-fried sandworm legs, table 7's braised Originium worms—"

"Hmm...! Miss Dolkos, whatever you saw was necessary for a reason—I'm coming."

After hearing the sound of Orson serving dishes in the kitchen, Kal'tsit, who had been standing there in a daze, immediately returned to her previous posture, briefly explained to Ceylon, and immediately walked to the dish serving entrance.

"Miss, I... please forget what you saw for now. I still have things to do."

Hei looked away with a somewhat flustered tone, but still followed the maid Kal'tsit to serve the next round of dishes.

The two of them were like competing for ranking in a track and field competition.

And what happened next was similar to what he had just seen when he opened the door. The 'maid' and the 'bodyguard' greeted the guests in two completely different and cold styles, and the restaurant was filled with constant "oh" sounds.

"..."

Ceylon, who had no idea how the situation was developing, first took a few photos of Hei with his mobile phone, and then went to the kitchen with satisfaction.

"Orson, do you know what's going on with Dr. Kelsey and Hei—huh?"

"We're running low on onions, and we only have two bottles of soy sauce left. It looks like we can only accommodate 10 more tables at most—hmm? Miss Ceylon, you're back."

Ceylon walked to the back kitchen, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Orson squatting on the ground checking the food reserves.

A black object of unknown identity (rest) emerged from Orson's shadow and stood in front of the stove, stirring the wok with great skill.

Unlike Kal'tsit and Hei, whose attire was somewhat "unique", Orson was wearing ordinary casual clothes, except that he had an apron on the outside. Standing in front of the kitchen, he really looked like a top chef.

"I said I'd be back later... Um, what on earth happened here?"

Ceylon asked curiously, while Orson took out a new bottle of soy sauce and unwrapped it, smiling bitterly with some embarrassment.

"You mean Kal'tsit and Miss Hei? Hahaha..."

Orson rubbed his hair and began to recall how things had developed step by step to the current situation where it was almost out of control.

15. The combined strength of two cat girls is not even half that of Orson.

Earlier -

"..."

In the restaurant, Kal'tsit, who had previously forced herself to wear a maid outfit, now had an expression of "awkwardness" etched directly on her face.

She used to be able to maintain a frighteningly rational state at any time and in any place, but now she didn't even know which foot to step first when walking or where to put her hands.

"Well... if you're really not used to it, Kal'tsit, why don't you change your clothes back first? I remember there's a fan here, so the coat will dry quickly. After all, a maid outfit is something that most people would feel very strange wearing, so you have to get used to it. I'm not saying I've worn it before, I haven't!"

Orson looked at Kal'tsit and kindly advised her not to embarrass herself here, but he almost revealed his own dark history halfway through his words.

Fortunately, Kal'tsit was currently concentrating all her attention on the maid outfit, and she didn't notice Orson's words which seemed to have a subtle ulterior motive.

"How do you define 'inappropriate', Orson? This dress obviously doesn't fit my body that well, and I don't think wearing it will shake my very existence. I've known and worn similar clothing a long time ago—"

Kal'tsit spoke a lot with great enthusiasm, but Orson, who had been with Kal'tsit for a long time and had already understood this lynx to some extent, knew very well that when Kal'tsit suddenly added a bunch of definitions into a paragraph, she was either trying to impart some obscure knowledge to others - or she was simply being stubborn.

Kal'tsit's last sentence was correct. She had indeed worn a maid outfit before, but that was conservatively estimated to be about 10 to 20 years ago. Moreover, the situation that time was very special. Kal'tsit's mental preparation was not to "receive customers as a maid", but to "assassinate the target as a killer".

"Since Kal'tsit is okay with you, can I take a picture? I feel like Kal'tsit is very memorable right now."

Orson took out his cell phone and pointed the camera at Kal'tsit in maid outfit.

"no--!"

Upon hearing this request, Kal'tsit's face turned red instantly. She almost instantly summoned Mon3tr, who pounced on Orson as if to silence him.

Then--

"Ahahahaha... stop rubbing it, it's itchy~"

It was not much different from what he had expected. The summoned M3 pounced in front of Orson as expected. However, he did not bite the chimera, but rubbed Orson's chest hard, making the latter laugh.

"..."

Kal'tsit was silent for two or three seconds as she watched Orson and M3 playing around. Then she completely threw away the shame brought by the maid outfit on her body, and rushed to Orson in two steps.

"Click"

"Ooooooooo!!"

What M3 can’t do, I, Kal’tsit, can do myself (on the lips)!

The old lynx abandoned M3 and used its teeth to directly attack Orson's head with physical damage.

"I, I, I get it! I definitely won't take any pictures, okay?"

"Not only that, you are also responsible for blocking the signal controlling this area for the next period of time, so that no mobile phone can transmit images."

"understood……"

Orson agreed obediently. It seems that even without M3, your aunt is still your aunt.

"You two...you two have a really good relationship."

Hei, who had been watching from the side from the beginning, suddenly said this.

"——I wouldn't refute that statement."

Kal'tsit paused for a moment, but this time she did not use various definitions to confuse the audience or be stubborn. Instead, she happily acknowledged Hei's feelings.

"If it were me... I would probably never be able to communicate this way."

"Well……"

Hei's words made Orson frown, but he quickly realized what Hei really wanted to say.

"Kel'tsit and I have a mutually supportive relationship. I will always respect Kel'tsit's choices and support her path. In return, Kel'tsit will unconditionally help me and will give her all for my unrealistic plans. The reason we can get along this way is that we support each other and move forward."

"Support each other... huh?"

Hei blinked slightly, thinking about his relationship with Ceylon.

If what Orson said was correct, then he really couldn't get such interpersonal relationships.

His love for Ceylon is no less than anyone else's, but from the beginning to the end, Hei has always put Ceylon in a position where 'someone needs to be protected by him'.

In other words, Hei would give everything for Ceylon unconditionally, but she would not let Ceylon fall into any danger because of her.

This wasn't a relationship of mutual support, but rather one of one-sided obedience. If he were seriously injured, he wouldn't immediately try to get Ceylon's help, but instead yell at her to leave.

In the past, I could use “the young lady is still young” as an excuse, but how long can this way of getting along and interacting last?

Hei fell into deep thought. For the first time, this former mercenary killer lady noticed that her current feelings for the young lady and the way she interacted with them were destined to not last forever because they lacked the most basic "equality".

"Then it's time to discuss how to govern the restaurant."

Hei hasn't gotten the answer yet, and of course she can't find the answer from her heart so quickly. In short, Kal'tsit, who almost made Orson cry, has calmed down at this time, and even started to discuss the next business strategy with the two.

"Governance...? Wouldn't it be fine if we just serve customers honestly?"

Orson asked in confusion, and Kal'tsit, who was wearing a maid outfit, pushed her non-existent black-framed glasses after hearing the answer.

"Innocence is the rarest and purest quality in human nature, but in the face of commercial competition, it will only lead to destruction."

——It’s over... Kal’tsit seems to have entered the lecture mode.

"A restaurant is essentially a social venue for the exchange of supply and demand. More broadly, a restaurant itself is ultimately a 'commodity.' Since it's a commodity, before we promote it, we need to identify the characteristics of the purchasing audience."

Kal'tsit was preaching seriously, and Hei was a little confused listening to it.

"So what exactly should we do?"

Orson raised his hand to ask a question.

"First, we'll conduct a survey of the people in the area—a unified health checkup. Since charging a fee might not attract many people, we'll offer free health checks and free eggs. We'll then use the collected health checkup reports to identify the dietary habits of the residents and prepare food that meets their needs."

"..."

When Kal'tsit said the first sentence, Black was still thinking about what brilliant ideas the Rhodes Island leader had, but when Kal'tsit explained the subsequent operations, Black could no longer catch up with the loneliness of the green cat-headed man.

"At the same time, a product must have impressive elements. If we use it as an analogy to a restaurant, we need to create some special health drinks as the main selling point. Green pepper and celery caffeine protein solution may be a good choice."

"..." "..."

After Kal'tsit expressed her understanding of restaurant management, Hei and Orson both blinked, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"I roughly understand, Kal'tsit. I'll ask Mr. Herman for a copy of the contract we signed later to prevent any strange clauses. Also, these plans are really great, but we may not need them right now. Since we don't have much time, let's just cook and serve customers today. Is that okay, Kal'tsit?"

Orson smiled and ruffled Kaimaomao's hair, and kindly told him that your plan is too outrageous, and I need to see if you cause any trouble when signing the contract with Herman.

Of course, Kal'tsit is not a fool. After hearing what Orson said, the green cat head thought for a few seconds and then bit it again.

After that, the restaurant finally officially opened. There was no medical examination at your expense, nor was there any biochemical wastewater added to the drink menu that would make the aliens shake their heads.

Because of its geographical location, there are more customers than expected. After those guests wandering on the beach noticed this restaurant, many of them walked in.