The Invincible God of Cookery Harris lost 2: 1 to Mamy's Mr. Mak! "
The news quickly spread to all the gambling dens in Chaos City, and caused a commotion.
Nothing major had happened in Chaos City recently, so many people had placed their bets on this duel. Now that the results were out, it naturally caused quite a commotion.
The Invincible God of Cookery was very famous, and he had never lost before. Hence, many people had placed their bets on him, but they didn't expect him to lose to the boss of Mamy's.
However, the gambling den owners who usually made a lot of money from unexpected upsets were all feeling melancholy now.
"Sigh, why is there such a weird person? He actually bet 30,000,000 on the boss of Mamy's. I'm going to lose my underwear now." A bald boss sighed with a melancholy expression.
Although the odds had been lowered when the bet was placed, the three times real time odds were still worth 60 million.
Although he had received quite a lot of bets for this duel today, it couldn't reach 60,000,000 no matter how he added it up. He still had to lose 30,000,000.
"Boss, do you think they are faking the duel and acting as us?" a lackey reminded him.
"Yeah. Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental that someone placed a 30,000,000 bet before the duel? This is the first time our gambling den has seen something like this," another person chimed in.
The bald boss frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's really possible. I want to see who dares to play this game in my, Huo Laoer's, territory. I must break his legs!"
The same thing was happening in all the gambling dens in Chaos City. Unlike normal gamblers who had lost their bets, the gambling den owners were all thinking about how to cash in that huge sum of money.
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After downing a bowl of 'Buddha jumps over the wall', Harris was already sweating profusely. His face was flushed, and there was even a cloud of white mist rising from the top of his head. He did look like an expert.
However, he couldn't care less about showing off his value as an expert now. He couldn't wait to touch the top of his head.
His wet head looked as if he had just washed it. The few strands of hair that were left stuck to his scalp. What surprised him was that there were some thin and short hairs on the top of his head that was originally as smooth as porcelain.
"It … it really grew out!!!" Harris had a look of disbelief on his face. How many years had it been? His smooth hair started to fall off rhythmically 30 years ago. It started from the top of his head, and gradually spread outwards until it covered the entire top of his head.
As a man who used to call himself the most handsome man in the world of chefs, Harris naturally couldn't accept this fact.
During his years of traveling around the Norland Continent, he had tried many hair growth recipes, but apart from accelerating hair loss, he couldn't find any effective way to stop hair loss, let alone trying to grow hair again.
However, he did not expect that after drinking this bowl of 'Buddha Jumps Over The Wall Soup', his hair actually grew out. This kind of excitement made it hard for him to control himself.
"How does it taste?" Meg asked with a smile. He had already gotten used to his elated state, and restrained himself a little. After all, Harris' experience and age were there for all to see. He didn't have the cheek to put on airs and treat himself as a master.
"Master, if you had told me earlier that you had such a miraculous medicine, we wouldn't have had to duel. We could have just gone through the apprenticeship process." Harris looked at Meg with a resentful expression as if he was blaming Meg for hiding the treasure.
Meg shrugged helplessly.
Harris looked at the crowd that had yet to disperse, and loudly said, "Thank you for coming to today's duel. I am Harris, and I am willing to accept my loss. I will acknowledge the owner of Mamy's, Mr. Meg, as my master."
Meg also stopped smiling, and cupped his fists at Harris. "Thank you for letting me win. I don't dare to call myself your master. I still have many things to consult you on."
There was a moment of silence in front of the restaurant before a round of enthusiastic applause sounded.
Everyone looked at Harris and Meg with respect in their eyes.
These were two real chefs who appreciated each other.
Winning or losing didn't seem to be that important anymore. How could one duel determine who was better in culinary skills?
Michael glanced at the clock at the side. It was already 11am, and he smilingly said, "Mr. Mak, I think it's almost lunchtime. Why don't you let us in for lunch?"
"I've long heard that Mamy's tofu pudding has become the beauty panacea for women in Chaos City. I wonder if I have the chance to try it today," The Hill also smilingly said to Meg.
Robert added, "Come to think of it, I haven't been to Mamy's for a while. I heard they have released many new products recently. I have to try them."
The audience who were about to disperse also stopped in their tracks upon hearing that. They were indeed a little hungry after watching such an exciting duel and going through so many challenges. Mamy's was a pretty good choice for lunch, so they might as well stay and try the delicacies cooked by this local chef who had just defeated the Invincible God of Cookery.
With the status of the judges, they would be treated with the highest level of respect wherever they went in Chaos City. It was a very reasonable request for them to put aside their work to come and be the judges, and ask to have lunch before leaving.
Meg looked at everyone with a smile, and said, "I've troubled all of you to come here for lunch. However, there's still some time before the restaurant's opening hours, so the restaurant needs to do some preparations before opening. If you don't mind, you can line up and wait for a while. The restaurant will officially open for business at 11.30 am."
"He's actually refusing to let the judges have lunch in advance?"
The people who didn't know the restaurant's rules looked at Meg with astonishment. Someone would actually refuse City Lord Michael, Hill Buffett, Geoffrey, Novan, and Robert, and make them line up for lunch?
This boss is too crazy, isn't he?!
"Mr. Mak is indeed Mr. Mak."
The regulars of the restaurant revealed a knowing look on their faces. The God of Fire and the Lord of Ice were always queuing up outside the restaurant.
"That's a very reasonable request. Then, let's wait for a while," Michael said with a smile. He stood up and walked to the restaurant's entrance. He stood in front of the door, and stood at the front of the line.
As a father who had to accompany his daughter to the restaurant for spicy grilled fish every now and then, he also knew the restaurant's rules very well, and agreed that such rules brought convenience and comfort to the dining experience.
"Delicacies are worth the wait." Hill Hill also walked over with his long legs, and stood one meter behind Michael.
"It's rare to have the chance to line up so close to the front. Seems like I made the right choice to come today." Robert stood behind Hill Hill with a smile.
"If I remember correctly, you can line up twice." Principal Novan chuckled, and stood beside Michael.
Geoffrey stood up, and was about to leave when Harris pulled him back with a smile. "Geoffrey, don't run away. We haven't seen each other for years. Let's go and try my master's cooking, and have a few more drinks."
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