Although Meg didn't know what the system's so-called "Master Teacher Talent Points" and "Midas Touch" were, he was a little helpless against the system that pretended to be dead after assigning him the mission.
He didn't want to be the disciple of that Harris, whom he had never met, nor did he want to wander around with him.
Since that was the case, he had no choice but to defeat Harris and make him his disciple.
Lousy system, Meg scolded in his heart.
It was already 9am when the morning service ended.
Many customers had left the restaurant, but they didn't leave just like that. Instead, they found a good spot at the entrance and waited for the show that was about to start.
For example, that reporter from Chaos Daily, who chased Meg around the entrance, had already climbed onto the high stool that he brought with him. He had already set up a photostone, and was prepared to record this exciting duel.
The Gentlemen's League that appeared at night had dominated the news in Chaos City for the past few days. He was determined to write a different piece of news.
The Invincible God of Cookery versus the number one chef in Chaos City. Who would win?
He had already thought of the title: Shocking! The Invincible God of Cookery, Harris, who had an undefeated record for over 100 consecutive rounds, was defeated in Chaos City! Was this human nature …
Or rather: Tragic! The genius God of Cookery who had won the best chef award in the imperial banquet actually fell in the hands of the Invincible God of Cookery! What exactly was this …
As an experienced reporter, he had already made a plan, and even prepared the draft in his heart. He could definitely guarantee that Chaos Daily would be the first to report this incident.
More and more people came after hearing the news. Many of them even brought their own stools.
"Come, come, come. The front row is selling sunflower seeds, candies, roasted sweet potatoes, and roasted corn. The hawkers who smelled the business opportunity began to sell the essential snacks.
The weather was so cold, and so many people were waiting outside. It was indeed a little boring, so many people would choose to buy a hot roasted sweet potato to keep warm in their pockets.
"Bro, I heard that the two chefs today are quite impressive. Have you eaten at Mamy's before? Their food is very expensive, right? " A middle-aged man asked the young man beside him softly while holding a sweet potato in each hand. It was so hot that he was clenching his teeth.
The young man took a bite of the roasted corn in his hand and looked at him meaningfully. "Poverty brought us together."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. The roasted sweet potato stayed in his hand for more than two seconds. His hand trembled and he had to grab it a few times before it fell to the ground. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. He looked at the young man who had a surprised look on his face and smiled awkwardly. "You're quite humorous."
"Same here." The young man grabbed the roasted corn and took a bite to calm himself down.
Everyone was eagerly waiting. More and more people gathered around. There were several layers of people inside and outside. There were almost a thousand people.
The door of the restaurant was closed, but the regulars were not surprised. Mr. Mak was always punctual. If he said 10 o 'clock, it would definitely be 10 o' clock. It was impossible for him to arrive early.
"Please make way!" At this moment, a loud voice sounded from outside. The crowd parted to make a path, and an old bullock-cart slowly drove in. The driver was a tall and strong young man, and there were more than a dozen people in plain clothes behind him. There were young people and middle-aged people, and all of them were wearing old cotton-padded clothes. Apart from the luggage on their backs, there was also an eye-catching black pot.
"Being Master Harris' apprentice, I really have to carry the black pot." Vanessa got a good seat in the front row, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle when she saw the black pot on those people's backs. She wasn't mocking them, but her bright eyes were filled with joy and surprise.
"No wonder it's called a slow start. Driving this old bullock-cart, you can't go fast even if you want to." Abraham's attention landed on the old bullock pulling the cart and the driver, Chapman, as he chuckled.
The voices of the people present gradually became softer as they looked at the bullock-cart, wanting to see the Invincible God of Cookery.
Chapman stopped the bullock-cart slowly in front of Amy's, and looked at the customers who had come to watch. There were so many people here to watch the culinary duel?
They had been to many places, and their master had also had culinary duels with many famous chefs. However, this was the first time they had seen such a lively scene.
Chapman lifted a corner of the curtain, and said, "Master, we're here."
"We're here?" A groggy voice sounded out from within the ox-cart. After a while, a large hand stretched out and lifted the curtain of the carriage. The person walked out shakily and stood at the shaft of the ox-cart. He stretched his back and yawned. Then, he used his sleepy eyes to scan the surroundings. He was suddenly stunned. His narrowed eyes widened as he exclaimed, "What the hell! Why are there so many people!? "
The audience looked at the greasy middle-aged man who was standing on the shaft of the cart. He was wearing a cotton-padded jacket that was full of patches and had been washed out. He had a round body and a small tuft of thin short hair on his head, and their expressions froze.
It was a little different from what they imagined the Invincible God of Cookery to look like.
Vanessa smiled at Harris, and said, "Pfft … This uncle is so cute. Although he's trying his best to widen his eyes, he still looks like he can't find his eyes."
"Experts usually have their own uniqueness. This grandmaster has clearly perfectly demonstrated this point." Abraham nodded in agreement. He was also a little shocked by Harris' appearance. However, he had seen many strange people, after all, and did not belittle him because of his appearance.
"Erm, I didn't expect there to be so many people. Let me do it again." Harris turned around and returned to the bullock-cart. After a while, he lifted the curtain, and walked out with his head held high. He stood on the shaft of the cart in high spirits, and didn't forget to stroke the thin hair on his head.
"Master, I saw that you lost a strand of hair," Chapman reminded softly.
"Aiyayaya …" Harris couldn't maintain his expression anymore. He stroked his hair with a pained expression, and said, "There are only about 100 strands left. Why did I lose another one? It's so hard for me."
Chapman reminded him softly, "Master, we are here to challenge Mr. Meg. It's almost time. We should pay him a visit first to confirm the method and venue of the culinary duel."
"That's true." Harris put away his sad expression, and waved at the audience. Then, he alighted from the bullock-cart, and walked toward Mamy's.
"This restaurant is really nice." Harris looked up at Mamy's, and his eyes lit up instantly. They had seen countless restaurants along the way, but none of them could compare to this one.
Chapman quickly walked forward, and pulled the bell hanging on the door gently.
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