"Is this the soup that the boss of Mamy's is going to use for the duel? Why isn't anyone watching it? Isn't it too casual? "
"Yeah. I specially came here to cheer for Sith Restaurant's freshwater seafood soup. It's the number one soup in my heart. It's irreplaceable."
"I heard that this boss is going to use a new dish to duel with Boss Sith. He's really full of confidence."
"There's no fragrance at all. Could it be that it's boiled water?"
Many of the onlookers had heard about the duel and rushed over to watch the show. At this moment, the restaurant's door was closed and not a single person could be seen. There was a stove at the entrance, and a wine jar was boiling on top of it. The onlookers were also discussing in low voices to pass the time before the duel began.
The restaurant's regulars were rather calm. Although not many people tasted 'Buddha jumps over the wall' yesterday, the fragrance that successfully lured the prisoners from the neighboring prison to break out, and the scene that caused the city lord, the lord of the city, and the warden to appear at the same time was still lingering in their minds.
"Please make way. Sith Restaurant is here." Right at this moment, a horse-drawn carriage drove over, and the bald man shouted loudly from the carriage. Everyone made way, and the horse-drawn carriage stopped at the restaurant's door.
Sith walked out of the horse-drawn carriage, and was stunned when he saw the wine jar at the door. Could this be the soup that Meg was going to use to duel with him? This was the first time he had seen such a cooking vessel.
"Ha. He's just using some weird things to attract attention." The bald man sneered, and started to move all the kitchenware from the carriage with the staff. Soon, a very professional stove was set up in front of Mamy's. There were pots, bowls, ladles, basins, all kinds of knives, and kitchenware.
"That's right. That's what a professional chef is like. What's the big deal about setting up a jar here?" Everyone's interest was piqued when they saw how the people from Sith Restaurant worked.
Cooking wasn't a rare thing, but cooking well was something that required a lot of skill.
The same kitchenware, the same ingredients, and even the same steps, but the food made by different people would have a completely different taste.
Because Sith Restaurant was ranked number two on the Soup Rankings, it had jumped from a small restaurant to a new restaurant in Chaos City.
The delicious freshwater seafood soup was famous. How was it made? It really made people curious.
Sith glanced at the tightly shut restaurant door and withdrew his gaze. He began to check if all the kitchen utensils and condiments were prepared. He turned to the bald man and asked, "Are the ingredients ready?"
"I've already informed them. They should be on their way here. Old Joseph always fishes in the cleanest waters outside the city. The quality is the best." The bald man nodded.
"Boss Sith, I've brought the fish and prawns you asked for." At this moment, a voice came from outside. The crowd opened up a path, and a white-haired old man with his sleeves rolled up walked in with a wooden bucket. He placed the bucket on the ground and heaved a sigh of relief.
The wooden barrel was half filled with clear water. Shrimps and small fishes were swimming happily in the water, and there were more than a dozen clams at the bottom.
"Wow, the water is so clean, and the freshwater fish are so fresh."
"Did they just come up from the river? Only freshly caught freshwater fish would be so energetic. "
"Sith Restaurant really uses the freshest ingredients. You can see how fresh and clean they are. No wonder the soup is so delicious every time."
People came forward to take a look and couldn't help but praise.
"Old Joseph, thank you for your hard work." Sith looked at the freshwater fish in the wooden barrel and revealed a satisfied smile. The quality of Old Joseph's goods had always been the best, and this time was no exception.
The bald man gave the money to Old Joseph, then carefully poured the fish and prawns in the wooden barrel into the prepared wooden basin.
The stove was set up, and the ingredients were ready. Sith glanced at the time. There were still about ten minutes to the agreed time.
"Oh, is everything ready?" Robert walked in from the crowd and saw that everything was ready. His gaze landed on the wine jar at the door, and he couldn't help but be stunned. What was Mr. Mak trying to do?
"There are quite a lot of people. Are you afraid that no one will know if you lose?" Febid squeezed through the crowd with some difficulty. He tidied his clothes and said with a displeased expression.
A middle-aged woman wearing a white mink coat walked in with a smile, and said, "The battle between the first and second place on the Soup Rankings. It's really a battle that I look forward to."
Old Master Avis walked in with a smile, and greeted Robert, "Yes, I heard that Mr. Meg has a new creation. I'm really looking forward to it."
A young man in a blue robe walked in with a smile, and said, "All the seniors are here. It makes me seem very out of place. Boss Sith, you didn't tell me in advance. Otherwise, how would I dare to show off in front of all the seniors?"
"Wow, what a luxurious lineup of judges!"
"Mr. Robert, the president of the Food Association, Mr. Febid, the sharp-tongued food critic, Candace, who just came back from Rodu, the former head chef of Reid's roast pig, Old Master Avis, and … Randy, who just became a special columnist for the Carnivorous Magazine. This lineup … is really invincible."
The surrounding crowd looked at the five people who came in one after another, and were all shocked. They didn't expect such a high-level judge to be invited for a battle like this. It seemed like Boss Sith really wanted to decide the result of this battle with authority.
Robert looked at his watch, and doubtfully said, "It's almost time. Mr. Mak hasn't come out yet?"
Candace looked at the tightly shut restaurant door, and said with a smile, "Seems like the owner of this restaurant is a little arrogant. The judges are already here, but he still hasn't come out."
"Ding."
Right at this moment, the restaurant door opened outwards, and Meg, who was wearing a chef's uniform, walked out. He was a little surprised to see so many people crowding around the restaurant door. Then, his gaze landed on Robert and the others standing in front of the restaurant. He smiled, and said, "These are the judges for today, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Mak. The judges are here, and the battle is about to start. Please provide seats for the judges," Sith said to Meg.
"It's my duty." Meg smiled at the bald man who was standing at the side with a look of disdain, and said, "The waitresses in my restaurant are all weak girls. Then, I'll have to trouble this strong man to help me move the tables and chairs."
"Me?" The bald man was stunned, and wanted to refute.
"Move it. The battle is about to start," Sith said.
"Yes." The bald man swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He called two waiters to put the tables together at the door, and set up the judges' table.
All the judges took their seats.
Robert sat in the middle, and looked at Meg and Sith, and said, "Mr. Mak and Boss Sith are both great chefs with superb culinary skills. Today, we will be having a culinary battle with soup. The five of us will be the judges, and the winner will be decided by voting. Does either side have any objections?"
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