In the textile factory in the north of the city.
The tall chimney was emitting dark yellow smoke.
In the factory, all the machines were already in operation. The cotton was spun into cotton thread by the machine, and then woven into cloth by the dexterous elves. The factory had already successfully entered its operational state.
"Princess, according to your instructions, 300,000,000 copper coins have been bet on Mr. Meg winning at all 10 gambling dens." Captain Ashley looked at Irina, and hesitated for a while before saying, "If he loses, will it cause a strain on our military budget? After all, judging from the odds, the gambling dens seem to favor that chef who is going up against him more."
"If that's the case, it seems like we can get more money," Irina said with a relaxed smile.
Captain Ashley looked at Irina's side profile, and left the office silently without saying anything else.
"That's my man. How can he lose?" Irina said with a chuckle in the empty CEO's office.
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"In the second round, Mr. Mak from Mamy's has won!"
The news spread to all the gambling dens very quickly. The odds of Meg winning were originally 1: 2.5, but it immediately dropped to 1: 1.2.
"Isn't Master Harris known as the Invincible God of Cookery? Is he going to lose today? "
"Please don't. I've bet all my money on him. If he loses, I won't even have a roof to look for."
"I bet 100 on Mr. Mak winning just now. Let's see if I can get a free tofu pudding tonight."
The gamblers at the gambling dens became restless when they saw the updated odds. Judging from the change in the odds, the gambling dens thought that Mr. Mak from Mamy's had a higher chance of winning. After all, when the news of the competition was released yesterday, the odds of Meg winning were 1: 5.
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Meanwhile, at the entrance of Mamy's, the atmosphere became a little tense after the big score of both parties reached 1: 1.
The Invincible God of Cookery was very famous, and Mamy's was also very influential in Chaos City recently. This duel between Harris and Meg was already very interesting to watch, and now that both of them were showing their prowess, everyone was looking forward to the third round, which would be a soup duel.
When the two of them were cooking the previous dish, they had already taken the time to simmer the soup in the pot.
Meg stood to the side, calm and unruffled. The delicacy was quietly brewing in the old wine jar. Laying out the various ingredients was the most troublesome, but as long as the ingredients were laid out, the next thing to do was to wait.
Because time was limited, he couldn't simmer it all afternoon like he usually did. Therefore, he prepared some of the ingredients in advance so that he could cook it in half an hour.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Harris appeared to be much busier.
His expression was solemn and serious as he carefully concocted this famous dish: Sour Beef Bone Soup.
As a chef, he was naturally a little proud. This sour beef bone soup was his pride.
When he was 18 years old, he rose to fame with his sour beef bone soup in the Roth Empire's Southwest County City. Then, he was invited to Issen Castle by the dwarf king, and became a distinguished royal chef. His sour beef bone soup was praised by the king and many distinguished guests.
So many years had passed, but when he was mentioned, that sour beef bone soup, which was once hailed as the best soup in the world by the dwarf king, couldn't be avoided.
He took the beef bone, cut it, and put it into the pot. He added a few spices, and simmered it for a few hours.
Then, he added the pickled radish that he pickled himself, and simmered it for an appropriate time. The delicacy was ready.
The seemingly simple process contained many changes. First of all, the pickled radish was the soul of this dish. Without it, there naturally wouldn't be that unforgettable sour soup.
Time ticked by, and the scene was rather quiet. Everyone was looking at the two chefs.
It was a very rare opportunity for most people to be able to watch the process of the chefs cooking at such a close distance.
Furthermore, the process of watching the delicacies turn from ingredients into delicacies made people look forward to this dish even more.
"Ding!"
The clock that Harris set rang first.
Harris turned off the fire, and waited for three minutes before he reached out to remove the lid.
A slightly sour aroma was released instantly. It wasn't the kind of sourness that was bad, but the kind that made people salivate. It filled the entire place instantly.
"Gulp ~"
The sound of people swallowing their saliva could be heard instantly. Everyone couldn't help but stretch their necks to look at the pot. This aroma was a little too delicious, and was irresistible.
The thick, white beef bone soup was still bubbling. Harris put a wooden spoon into the pot and stirred it twice clockwise. Then, he took a white porcelain bowl, and scooped up a spoonful of thick, white bone soup with a few pieces of pickled radish in between. After that, he sprinkled some green onions, and a steaming bowl of sour beef bone soup was ready.
"This smell!" Meg's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but look in Harris' direction. Pickled radish soup wasn't something rare to him, but in his impression, he had never seen anyone who could make sour beef bone soup with such an alluring aroma.
Anna's little nose twitched, and she softly said, "It smells so good. This Master Harris is really impressive."
"Yes, what an alluring aroma. It's just like when I see bayberries. I feel like I'm salivating uncontrollably." Yabemiya nodded, but then became a little nervous. "Boss won't lose this round, right?"
"Boss took out 'Buddha jumps over the wall'. It's impossible for him to lose." Connie, who was wearing a helmet, squatted behind everyone, and calmly said, "That's my master's favorite food. Look at that uncle's hair, almost all of it has fallen out. If we let him taste 'Buddha jumps over the wall' personally, I think he might admit defeat on the spot."
Everyone in the restaurant looked at the small tuft of hair on Harris' head, and naturally thought of those bald uncles who fought over the limited number of servings of 'Buddha jumps over the wall' every day. They almost fought over it.
Everyone suddenly felt that what Connie said made a lot of sense, and their moods became relaxed and joyful instantly.
Meanwhile, the expressions of Harris' disciples also gradually brightened up.
The second round was just an accident, and their master might have underestimated his opponent.
However, when it came to soup, they could proudly say, "No one knows soup better than our master!"
When the sour beef bone soup appeared in the duel, it meant that the competition had ended.
"See, this is also a competition without any suspense. Our master is still that Invincible God of Cookery. Of course, he doesn't care about this title." That senior brother raised his hand again, and picked his nose with a relaxed and joyful expression.
"Master is indeed the best." The Junior Brother also breathed a sigh of relief, and a cheerful smile appeared on his face. He did not want a Grand Master to appear out of nowhere, but if there was a Junior Brother, it would be pretty good.
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