"Is that so?" Gina looked at Meg in shock after hearing what Irina said. She didn't seem to believe it, and didn't know what to say to Meg at that moment.
"Yes, Gina. You're still young, and you grew up at the bottom of the sea. You're too innocent. Some people look gentle and considerate on the surface, but they're actually plotting behind your back to eat you up," Irina said with a smile as she shot a piercing look at Meg with a hint of playfulness and warning.
Meg shrugged with a fearless expression, pretending that he didn't know who Irina was hinting at.
However, Irina's education was quite reasonable. In order to survive in this complicated and impetuous world, it was necessary to be vigilant and have the ability to distinguish between people and things.
Meg couldn't let Gina stay in the restaurant forever. Even if she did, she couldn't stay in the restaurant all the time and not interact with the people outside the restaurant.
There weren't many men in this world who were as gentlemanly as him. How many people could resist a mermaid who threw herself at them, invited them to bathe together, and sleep together?
"Big Sister Irina, are you talking about Ugly Duckling?" Gina's gaze quickly landed on Ugly Duckling, which was lying lazily on the counter. "Although it always looks very sleepy, I feel that it often stares at me as if it's looking for a chance to eat me up."
"Erm …" Irina was a little led astray by Gina's turn of events. She pondered for a while before nodding, and said, "Yes, you have to be wary of men like Ugly Duckling."
"Alright, I'll be careful." Gina nodded with a smile before walking towards the kitchen. As she put on her apron, she smiled at Meg, and gratefully said, "Mr. Meg, let me help you. Thank you for telling me a bedtime story last night. I indeed slept very well, and I even dreamed of you …"
"It's hopeless." Irina raised her eyebrows slightly as she looked at Gina, who was standing beside Meg. She took out the foldable chair and put it back again. After doing this three times, she snorted softly and sat down on the high chair behind the counter at the side. She picked Ugly Duckling up and pinched its fat face wantonly.
Eh? His mood immediately improved.
Ugly Duckling:???
O ((⊙ ﹏ ⊙)) o?
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"Master, how many days do we have to stay in Chaos City? Are we going to Rodu next? Do the famous chefs of Rodu need to make an appointment in advance? "Chapman asked respectfully as he looked at his master, who was combing his hair with a serious expression.
"Leave it to fate, leave it to fate." The uncle who only had a small tuft of hair on his head answered casually without even raising his head.
"Then, do we need to prepare anything for today's duel with Mr. Meg?"
"There's no need for that. Letting fate take its course is my style." He stared at the mirror seriously for a while before reaching his hand out to Chapman, and said, "Lotion."
Chapman took out a small bamboo tube from the bamboo box at the side, and twisted the lid open. He used a small spoon to scoop out a small spoonful of white ointment, and smeared it on Harris' hand. He helplessly said, "Alright, Master."
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"Mr. Mak, I heard you are going to have a cooking duel with the Invincible God of Cookery Harris this morning. Do you have anything to say about this duel? What dishes have you prepared? Can you reveal what kind of format the duel will take place in? " The reporters from the Chaos Morning Post went up to Meg as soon as he opened the door in the morning, and asked rapidly.
The customers in the queue also quietened down immediately, and looked at Meg with concern. However, many of them were very interested in this duel.
Meg glanced at the voice-recording stone in front of him that was shaped like a microphone, and shook his head slightly. "The duel will take place at 10am in the morning. The other party hasn't decided on the specific format yet, so there's nothing to reveal at the moment."
"I see." That reporter was a little disappointed. After all, he had come to line up three hours earlier just to take the first seat in the queue. He rolled his eyes, and immediately asked, "Then, what do you think of Master Harris? I heard that many chefs in the culinary world view him as their idol. What kind of position does he have in your heart? "
Meg glanced at that reporter. This young chap looked rather honest, but he was very scheming. He wanted to create big news so early in the morning.
"As a chef, I respect my peers, and I also admire every chef who is constantly innovating and improving," Meg said with a smile. His answer was flawless.
This was obviously not the answer that the reporter wanted. He hesitated for a while, and wanted to ask more questions.
"Welcome, Amy's." Meg had already retreated to the side with a smile, and gestured for everyone to enter for their meal.
Many customers were still in a hurry to finish their breakfast and go to work. How could they be in the mood to listen to that reporter's questions? The line pushed that reporter into the restaurant.
"Mr. Mak, we support you. Our group of sisters will definitely be here to cheer for you in today's competition," a young woman said to Meg with clenched fists.
"If we can add a bowl of tofu pudding, we can call you whatever you want us to call you," the sisters behind her chimed in.
"My lolita voice is super nice." An uncle with a full beard leaned his head over, and moaned a few times.
Meg had goosebumps all over his body. He solemnly warned, "Uncle, please keep quiet later. Otherwise, I'm afraid the pot in my hand will hit your face uncontrollably."
"Mr. Mak, you're going overboard." That uncle pouted, and raised his orchid fingers in displeasure.
Meg took a few deep breaths to digest this shy expression.
What made Meg feel gratified was that other than showing a strong interest in this competition, the customers also expressed their support for him.
"Ding! New mission: Host, please win this culinary competition and make the other party acknowledge you as his master! "
"Mission reward: Master Teacher Talent Point + 1, 'Midas Touch' enlightening skill."
"Punishment for mission failure: Acknowledge the other party as your master, and follow him to travel the continent."
Right at this moment, the system's voice suddenly rang out in Meg's mind.
"Hmm?" Meg was slightly taken aback. He digested the information given by the system, and then raised his brows. "System, isn't it too much to ask the other party to acknowledge me as his master?
The other party is a top-notch chef known as the Invincible God of Cookery. Regardless of whether it's his status or cooking experience, he far surpasses me. Even if I beat him in the culinary competition, it's impossible for him to acknowledge me as his master. "
"A mission without a challenge is not a mission. Do your best, host. On the path to becoming the God of Cookery, you need to continuously defeat strong opponents and make them sincerely call you daddy … Sorry, master!" the system said cheekily.
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