"The first item, knife skills!"
"The second item, cold dish!"
"The third item, soup!"
Harris kept the three bamboo sticks, and smilingly asked Meg, "Alright, then the three items for our duel today are decided. Young friend, do you have any objections?"
"No problem." Meg nodded to show that he had no objections.
He felt that his knife skills were not bad. In the test field for the God of Cookery, his knife skills were heavily monitored for every dish he made. Not to mention other things, just the roast duck alone was already better than many veteran duck cutters who had decades of experience.
As for the cold dish, the 'husband and wife lung slice', which had not been officially released, was naturally the best choice. Although he had not tried it in practice after leaving the test field, Meg was very confident in this dish.
As for the soup, of course, it was the highly praised, but a can of 'Buddha jumps over the wall' was hard to come by.
Meg was very confident in all three items.
"Sure. I like people who are straightforward like this young friend." Harris snapped his fingers, and casually tossed the bamboo stick in his hand into the stick container at the side. He rubbed his hands excitedly, and said to Chapman, who was standing at the side, "Slowly, go and buy groceries. Same old thing."
"Alright, Master." Chapman nodded, and turned to walk to the bullock-cart. He climbed onto the bullock-cart, and left slowly.
"He's only going to buy the groceries now?" Everyone had a strange expression. This Master Harris was really carefree.
Meg also raised his eyebrows slightly. However, he took a look at the time, and realized that it was only 9: 45 am. The market was in the Aden Square, so it wouldn't take much time to buy the groceries and return. The duel should be able to start at 10 am.
Harris' other disciples began to lay out the kitchen utensils they had unloaded from the bullock-cart. There were very few kitchen utensils, and a set of stove was considered the most advanced. Then, there was a big black iron pot that was even bigger than what the other disciples were carrying. There was also a thick wooden chopping block, a long and thin kitchen knife, and a few crude clay pots with lids.
This level of kitchen utensils was about the same as those sold by street vendors.
Mag's gaze lingered on that slender cleaver for a while longer. If there was anything valuable among these kitchenware, it would be that cleaver. It was forged from fine iron, and was more intricate than many of the weapons used by knights. It had to have been crafted by a famous master.
"Little friend, what do you think of my Saury?" Harris seemed to have sensed Meg's gaze. He picked up that cleaver, and waved it in front of Meg as if he was showing off. "Rôme made this for me personally. He should have only made one cleaver after he became famous."
"Hiss! A kitchen knife forged by Master Rôme himself!"
"The Legendary Blacksmith who personally forged Alex's Tian Du sword?"
"It's not just the Tian Du sword; at least half of the top 10 weapons on the Norland Continent were created by Master Rôme! I didn't expect Master Harris' cleaver to be forged by him! "
There was an uproar among the audience. Their eyes were glowing as they looked at the cleaver in Harris' hands. It was the dream of many knights to obtain a weapon personally forged by a Master Rôme, even if it was just a cleaver with a strange name like Saury.
"Is that so? What a coincidence. My Fat Head Fish was also made by Master Rôme." Meg took out his Fat Head Fish, and spun it in his hand before pinning it onto the chopping block next to Harris.
A cold gleam flashed across the blade, and it was dazzling under the sunlight.
"Mr. Mak's cleaver was also made by Master Rôme!"
Everyone stared at the strange-looking cleaver on the chopping board with their mouths agape. It was rectangular, and didn't have any streamlined aesthetic. If the handle was removed, it would look like a brick. However, the forging technique, the unique patterns, and the chilling sharpness made everyone feel that no one else other than Master Rôme could forge such a sharp weapon.
"Has Master Rôme changed his profession to making cleavers recently?" Abraham muttered to himself. The sword that he had asked Master Abraham for would be waiting years in the future.
"Fat Head Fish?" Harris looked at Meg's cleaver, and then at the saury in his hands with a strange expression. He didn't expect to be slapped in the face right after he said that. He couldn't help but mumble, "This Rôme fellow is not honest. He said that he would never forge a cleaver again. Why did he forge one for this young friend here?"
"This name is quite compatible." Harris chuckled, and changed the topic awkwardly. He looked at Meg, and said, "Young friend, if you have anything to prepare, please start preparing. We agreed to start the duel at 10 o 'clock, so let's start right on time."
Meg didn't move. Instead, he smiled at Harris, and said, "Before the duel starts, shouldn't we confirm the wager for this duel?"
"Wager?" Harris was stunned for a moment, but his eyes lit up immediately. "You mean to increase the stakes, right?"
"You can understand it that way." Meg nodded.
"This suggestion is rather interesting." Harris rubbed his hands together, but then said with some frustration, "But I don't have any money. Why don't you take a look and use whichever pot you like as the wager?"
"I don't want your pot." Mag shook his head. A lousy black pot could only be worth a few copper coins. He looked at Harris smilingly, and said, "Why don't we do this? Whoever loses this duel will have to call the other party master."
"Call him master?" Harris murmured, and pondered seriously.
"If he really calls the other party master, he will be a junior in the future. If Mr. Mak loses, he won't have to follow Master Harris and wander the world, right?"
"I heard that the three gambling dens in the city have already opened bets for this duel. I didn't expect Mr. Mak and Master Harris to bet too."
"To be honest, I bet 100 copper coins that Mr. Mak will win."
"Hehe. I even saw you bet 1,000 copper coins that Master Harris will win."
"We can't lose money, can we?"
The audience discussed softly with some excitement amidst their nervousness.
A duel where honor was at stake would definitely be very exciting.
"Master, please reconsider." Harris' disciples all tried to persuade him. They weren't worried that Harris would call someone else master, but they were more worried that they would suddenly have a grandmaster.
"Alright, young friend, it's settled then. Whoever loses this duel will call the other party master." Harris looked at Meg with a smile, and nodded. "Young friend, I can see that you are a one-in-a-million culinary prodigy. If you can travel with me and polish your culinary skills, you will have a bright future. I have a book here —"
"Don't, Uncle. We haven't started the duel yet. Don't be in a hurry to take me in as your disciple." Meg was a little helpless.
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