Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 1139: Is This A Solo Culinary Skills Performance?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The chattering stopped all of a sudden, and the entrance area of Mamy Restaurant fell silent. Those who were still going on about the competition being unfair and that Mamy Restaurant could have cheated all shut their mouths as they felt their faces grow hotter.

Candice was dumbfounded. Mag’s words were like a slap to her face, blatantly mocking her intelligence. All of a sudden, rage started burning within her.

But just as he had said, since this was a duel between the first and second, if he could find a chef better than Sith to help him, Sith would still not be first.

Besides, the rules of the duel would stand as long as both parties agreed to them, and she could not say anything about that.

Candice was pent up with anger, but she could not vent it. Her wrinkled face was red with fury; as she looked at that vat with a scoff, she said, “In my 40 years of cooking experience, I’ve never heard of any soup that requires more than five hours of cooking. It wouldn’t even take that long to cook a magic beast’s tendons until they become soft.”

Smiling, Mag replied, “It’s alright, maybe you cannot understand why a soup would need more than five hours, and maybe you’ve never tried the deliciousness of a soup made by simmering bones over a small fire, but a chef using his own experience to mock other chefs’ cooking methods is not a portrayal of knowledge or power. There are a lot of things that you’ve not heard of.”

“You…” Candice shook with anger. As a senior in the world of chefs, she was usually treated with a lot of respect. She only agreed to be the judge of this duel because Sith was very sincere just now. She did not think that she would be mocked by a young junior now.

Ignoring Candice, Mag turned to say to Robert, “It’s time for the duel. Considering that Boss Sith’s time is a little tight, we should start the duel now.”

“Alright, let the duel begin.” Robert nodded, and that was how that argument ended.

“Madam Candice, take it easy. We should focus on the duel first.” Robert turned to Candice, who was beside him, and consoled her.

“Hmph, such a rude person would never be able to make anything delicious.” Candice snorted. She had already decided to give her vote to Sith no matter what kind of soup Mag made.

After she had returned to Chaos City, the only meal that she had eaten outside was the freshwater seafood soup from Sith Restaurant. It was a pleasant surprise for her indeed. Even if it was in Rodu, this soup would be able to make it into the top 10 just under the soup rankings.

This owner… is quite impressive. He is sharp with his words, but not exactly ungentlemanly. He’s a silent killer. Randy looked at Mag in shock. What a genius.

He had yet to submit the Meatatarianism article for this month. After staying at home for a month, he was having a writer’s block, so part of the reason he agreed to Sith’s request to be a judge today was to come out to look for some inspiration. At the same time, he intended to go through the meat category rankings on the Delicious Cuisine Rankings. He only knew today that the rankings on the Delicious Cuisine Rankings had changed.

Is this fellow trying to snatch my rice bowl? Febid looked at Mag with increased caution. He felt as though he had met someone as good as he was at retorting.

“Boss Mag is Boss Mag indeed. He’s good at cooking and also good at talking.”

“Hahaha. I’ve already become Boss Mag’s fangirl.”

The regulars of Mamy Restaurant were all hyped up and brimming with confidence after Mag burnt Candice.

“This guy is even willing to go against a judge. It looks like we’ll win this today.” The bald man snickered. There was no doubt that Candice’s vote would go to Sith Restaurant.

Sith watched Mag and his heart felt heavier. He retracted his gaze. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, and picked up a pair of scissors to start preparing the fish and shrimp that were still flopping around as he officially began working on his freshwater seafood soup.

Mag closed his eyes once again now that Candice did not say anything further. After a while, he opened his eyes again, and turned to ask the women behind him, “Are you hungry? Why don’t we eat first?”

“Hm?” The women were all stunned.

“Yes!” Amy, who was playing with Ugly Duckling together with Anna, stood right up as she nodded her little head, and said, “Me, me, me. Father, I want to eat.”

“There’s still half an hour anyway. Let’s eat first. We’ll have to start our business again later. It’s not good to work on an empty stomach.” Mag nodded, got up, and walked into the shop.

The women all followed him into the restaurant.

“That’s… such a show-off.”

Everyone was dumbfounded by the group’s sudden departure to eat.

“Brazen! Simply brazen!” Candice said coldly. She had never heard of a candidate who went to eat while the judges were left hanging!

“Yeah, how can he not bring us along, that’s too much…” Febid craned his neck and called out to Mag, “Boss Mag, bring some for me.”

“It’s not operation hours yet. Please line up,” Mag replied calmly. The door closed behind them slowly, leaving everyone else in shock.

The food was already made, so when Miya and the others brought the dishes out, they could already begin eating.

“Boss, isn’t that a little too much? Wouldn’t they vote for the other person because of this?” Miya asked worriedly.

“It’s alright. The duel is just a small thing anyway. We don’t have to let it affect our usual eating and operating hours.” Mag put some fish meat in Amy’s bowl and continued eating.

There might be more of these challenges to come in the future, but Mag had already decided to reject all the meaningless duels. He would rather spend time playing with Amy rather than waste his time and effort on such things.

Outside the restaurant, hundreds of people gathered to watch this weird culinary duel.

On one side, there was Boss Sith standing behind a professional cooking bench, preparing the fish and shrimp. As the aroma from the pot of soup grew stronger under his fluid motions, the audience started to gasp in awe.

On the other side, there was a lone stove with a big brown vat on top of it. There was nothing worth admiring about it.

A random passerby peeked in, and asked, “What’s this? Is this a solo culinary skills performance?”

“Probably.” Someone who had been watching for a very long time nodded. He had never seen such a strange duel. Some even thought that the owner of Mamy Restaurant had already given up on this duel.

After some time had passed, Sith opened the lid of the pot, and the aroma of the soup wafted out as the milky white soup bubbled. After he added some spring onions, Sith turned the fire off, and scooped up bowls of piping hot freshwater seafood soup to bring to the five judges.

“Smells so good!”

Everyone’s eyes were glued to the bowls of freshwater seafood soup.

“Ding!”

Just then, the bell hanging on the door of Mamy Restaurant rang. The door opened, and Mag walked out calmly.