"The Fabian brothers from the roast chicken? Why are you here? "
Habeng and Haga were surprised to see Fabian and Yuri. They were surprised to see Fabian and Yuri.
After some chatter in the orc language, both sides figured out the situation.
Fabian and Yuri were from Haga's tribe. They were familiar with Habeng and didn't expect to meet them here.
"You want to challenge Mr. Mak? Your courage is commendable. "Habeng opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to praise these two brothers.
Although their roast chicken was indeed the best in the tribe, competing with Mr. Mak in cooking was just asking for trouble.
Meg was also surprised by this situation.
"Lord Habeng, he said our roast chicken is not as good as his. We brothers are not convinced, so we want to have a roast chicken duel with him!" Yuri nodded, his eyes full of the desire to win.
"Mr. Mak, this is a little brother from our tribe. He hasn't seen much of the world. But since he wants to compete with you, you don't have to be polite. Aren't you two short of judges? We brothers haven't had lunch yet. Why don't you let us be the judges? I can't say anything nice, but you'll know if it's delicious after tasting it, "Habeng said, looking at Meg.
"Okay, then it's settled." Meg nodded. Although the relationship was a little complicated, Habeng's words weren't wrong. The arena had been set up, so it was obvious that they had to fight.
Meg turned and went in. Soon, Mia and the others helped carry a small oven and kitchen utensils out. They also set up at the entrance of the restaurant.
Everything was ready. Meg looked at Fabian and Eugene, who had also set up, and said, "Let's start." Eugene nodded and took out a live chicken from the cloth bag. He twisted its neck, and the chicken immediately stopped moving. Then he began to bleed and cut open its stomach. After a simple treatment, he stuffed a bag of spices into the chicken's stomach. He didn't remove the feathers, but directly covered it with a layer of mud and a thick layer of clay. He put it in a simple oven and began to roast it.
The whole process revealed a simple and crude taste. Because the movements were skillful, it made the onlookers look at him in a new light.
On the other hand, Meg was taking his time.
The Three Yellow Chicken had just been cleaned, and a layer of spices and condiments had been carefully smeared on it. After stuffing a lot of spices into its stomach, it was finally wrapped in a tender green lotus leaf. After tying it tightly with cotton thread, it was wrapped in a layer of yellow mud outside of the lotus leaf.
This yellow mud was much cleaner and finer than the yellowish-brown mud of the orc brothers. It was spread evenly on the outside of the lotus leaves, and it looked like a big oval-shaped egg with a smooth surface.
"The cooking method looks very similar, but the one made by the owner of Mamy's looks much more comfortable. I wouldn't dare to eat a chicken that hasn't been plucked."
"Yeah, it's covered in mud. It looks a little scary. Is the mud really clean?"
"The restaurant owner's yellow mud looks very high-end. My dad makes pottery bowls, but the mud he uses is not as good as this."
The onlookers discussed in low voices. Although the methods were similar, looking at the production process of the two sides, they gradually had expectations in their hearts.
"Brother, why did he pluck the chicken's feathers? He even used leaves to wrap the chicken? A roast chicken made this way would have no soul, "Eugene whispered to Fabian.
"But listen to what the customers are saying. They seem to like this roast chicken more." Fabian shook his head with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"It shouldn't be …" Eugene also heard the whispers of the customers, and felt that it was a little unbelievable.
The people from Mamy's watched at the side, and cheered Meg on softly.
"Chicken … Egg!"
Gina looked at the chicken that Meg put into the roasting oven with sparkling eyes. This was the hope of Lantisde. It turned out that this was not a natural egg, but made by Mr. Meg.
"A roast chicken wrapped in yellow mud is completely different from a roast duck. Boss is really breaking through himself every time. He's really amazing!" Mia looked at Meg with admiration.
"S-delicious!" Gina gave a thumbs up as she verified as the only person present who had tasted the beggar's chicken.
Meg put the roast chicken into the oven, and both parties waited quietly like that, waiting for the roast chicken to come out of the oven.
The commotion here also attracted a lot of onlookers. Mamy's had just been in the limelight on the Delicious Cuisine Rankings. Once the news of the restaurant owner's duel with someone spread, many restaurant owners rushed over to see if the owner of Mamy's really had the ability to dominate the rankings.
The beggar's chicken was still being roasted in the oven, and the onlookers had already surrounded it.
In order to increase the efficiency of the roast chicken, Fabian and the rest had just changed to a magic oven. Although it was harder to control the heat, the roasting efficiency was indeed much higher. When the heat was turned up to the maximum, a roast chicken could be roasted in 20 minutes.
"Alright, let's come out of the oven!"
Fabian controlled the time, and turned off the heating of the oven. He twisted the lid, and a gust of hot air rushed out.
Eugene took an iron skewer and poked it into the oven. A roast chicken was poked out of the oven just like that. The aroma of the roast chicken wafted out of the opening, causing the eyes of the surrounding people to brighten.
The people at the front of the crowd were all customers who hadn't eaten at noon. Once they were hit by the aroma, their stomachs began to rumble. They were actually a little hungry as they stared at the lump of roasted brown soil.
"This method of roasting chicken is really unique. I wonder which restaurant these two chefs are from. I can go and try it when I have time."
Many customers' eyes also brightened. They were already discussing how to try it when they had time.
"Do I have to wait for you to come along?" Fabian asked Meg as he looked at him.
"No need. Freshly roasted chicken is the most delicious. I still have to wait a little longer." Meg shook his head. He didn't want to take advantage of such an opportunity.
Freshly roasted chicken and cold roasted chicken were two completely different types of food.
"Alright." Fabian nodded. He took a sharp piece of wood from the side and poked it into the area where Eugene had poked the skewer. He then flicked it outwards, and a layer of mud shell and chicken feathers peeled off. The aroma of roasted chicken immediately filled the air.
Eugene passed over a plate, and Fabian placed the roast chicken, whose mud shell had been perfectly removed, on the plate. The crimson roast chicken was a little shriveled, and not a single chicken feather was left. The unique aroma of roasted chicken was quite rich, causing many people to stand on their tiptoes to take a look.
"It smells so good! I didn't think that roasted chicken could be so fragrant. "
"I'm a little regretful that I didn't step forward to be a judge just now!"
"Mamy's roast chicken doesn't seem to be on the list today, right? Does this boss know how to make roast chicken? "
The customers discussed in low voices as they looked at the roast chicken in front of Fabian and swallowed their saliva.
Fabian took out a knife and made a few cuts on the roast chicken. He placed the chicken on different plates, and then brought them to the five judges who were already seated.
"Please have a taste."
A confident smile appeared on Fabian's face.
He had roasted chicken since he was a child.
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