The roast chicken that the orc brothers made was crimson. Its skin was dry, and the grease was all removed. There was also a special spicy-hot smell to it that was a little pungent at first, but was still acceptable. It gave the roast chicken a special kind of aroma that made it different from normal roast chicken.

Different from the usual roast chicken grilled on the grill, this was the first time the crowd saw a roast chicken that was wrapped in yellow mud and baked. The aroma was surprisingly enticing.

The judges all hadn’t eaten their lunch, so they naturally couldn’t withstand this roast chicken’s aroma.

Habeng took the drumstick from his plate and took a huge bite. He nodded as he chewed, and praised, “The brothers’ roast chicken seemed to have improved. After you two moved to Chaos City, people in our tribe are always saying you guys made the best roast chicken in the tribe, and they are missing it.”

Haga bit into the chicken and gave them a thumbs-up too. He praised them in their orc language.

The werewolf also put a piece of chicken in his mouth and chewed. He even swallowed the bones before he praised, “Scrumptious.”

Among the judges were a male elf and a female human. Both of them stared at the roast chicken in front of them with hesitation.

As an elf, he was much fussier about the cleanliness of his food than other species. The orc brothers’ cooking method had shocked him a little. The chicken wasn’t even cleaned after it was slaughtered. It was simply wrapped up in dirty mud water together with the feathers intact, and placed in the oven to bake directly.

Even though the feathers were removed by the yellow mud after the baking was done, he still couldn’t make himself tuck into the roast chicken in front of him.

That elf hesitated for a long time before he raised his chopsticks to place a piece of chicken meat without the skin in his mouth.

The heat from the spices assaulted his mouth and made him a little uncomfortable. Although the taste of the chicken that followed after diluted the spiciness, he still didn’t like the spicy texture.

Furthermore, the texture of the chicken was too dry for him. He chewed for quite a while before he could make himself swallow it. He put down his chopsticks just after one bite. The taste and the cooking process both stopped him from taking a second bite.

The woman also put a piece of chicken into her mouth and chewed delicately with furrowed brows. But soon, she relaxed her brows and began to smile. She continued to eat happily.

Although the way the orc brothers handled their ingredients had given her a shock, this roast chicken was surprisingly good as she liked chewy food. This chicken got better as one continued to chew it.

Apart from that male elf, the other four judges had a satisfied expression.

On the other hand, Mag’s roast chicken was still in the oven.

“Is there something wrong with this boss’s brain? Out of the five judges, three are customers that he has just insulted, and two came from the same tribe with the orcs. If he can win with these kinds of judges, I will streak straight away!”

“But, now there are four judges who are satisfied with the orc brothers’ roast chicken, and he still isn’t ready. There seems to be no suspense about the outcome?”

“Tsk, tsk. This is the restaurant that dominated all six rankings of the Delicious Cuisine Rankings. It will be interesting if it loses to a street food stall.”

The surrounding crowd was having a discussion. This ordinary culinary duel gained a lot of curious onlookers because Mamy Restaurant had taken the limelight today.

“Boss should be able to win, right?” Yabemiya clenched her fists worriedly.

“If he could be defeated like this, he wouldn’t be him.” Elizabeth gazed upon Mag’s back in a relaxed manner, not affected by the onlookers’ comments at all.

“Yes. Uncle Mag has been making this roast chicken for the past few days. Although I haven’t tried it, it should be super delicious.” Anna nodded too.

The orc brothers passed some leftover roast chicken to the onlookers to try out, and successfully gained another round of praises. There were people asking where the orc brothers’ stall was, and said they would go and buy from them.

“Ding!”

Right at this moment, Mag’s oven gave out a loud tinkle. Mag turned off the fire and opened the cover. Then, he used an iron spade to retrieve the beggar’s chicken from the oven.

“It’s done?” Everyone looked toward Mag.

The mud casing that was engulfing the roast chicken became golden after the baking process, and it looked just like a giant golden egg. The surface was even smoother than a normal chicken’s egg, and there was a sheen on it that made people’s eyes light up.

Compared to the big lump of mud that the orc brothers’ roast chicken came out in, the mud casing in front of Mag resembled an intricate piece of art. Nobody would suspect anything even if told that it was an egg.

How did he bake the mud that it comes out looking so nice? The appearance alone won against our mud-covered chicken by leaps and bounds, Fabian thought with tightly furrowed brows.

It’s not important that mud casing is pretty. We are eating roast chicken, and not the mud casing. That mud casing is already so heated that it becomes as hard as a brick. I guess the roast chicken inside most likely has already become a piece of burnt charcoal.

“This is beggar’s chicken,” Mag announced loudly before he took a small wooden hammer, and gently knocked on the center of the mud casing.

“Crack.”

A crisp crack sounded, and cracks spread out from the point of contact. The mud shell opened up to the sides like a flower, and revealed the golden-brown beggar’s chicken.

The rich aroma was released instantly like an exploding bomb as the eggshell opened up.

“Woah!!!”

The onlookers were suddenly in an uproar. The rich roast chicken aroma washed over them unexpectedly. No one had expected that this aroma would be so impactful and enticing.

The golden-brown roast chicken in the golden mud casing seemed to be glowing at this moment. It attracted everyone’s attention.

“Is this really the aroma of a roast chicken? Why do I sense the scent of summer as if I could see the lotus flower swaying in the middle of a pond in midsummer?”

“This smells too good! My gosh. Did the boss add drugs to the roast chicken?”

“Gulp…”

Saliva swallowing sounds could be heard with everyone’s marvelling. They had to suppress their urge to rush forward to take a bite of the chicken in front of Mag.

Eugene swallowed his saliva as he glared. “This… This smells too good?! Big Brother, he’s not playing fair!”

“The spices he used are indeed more suitable than ours. They hid behind the chicken’s meat perfectly and yet elevated the aroma of the chicken to the peak.” Fabian looked at that beggar’s chicken, and slowly shifted his gaze onto Mag as he gravely said, “This is an expert.”