The restaurant fell silent instantly. Everyone's eyes gradually lit up as they looked at Mag, who was wearing a serious expression.
The word "chef" was such a simple and down-to-earth word. It was the most important thing in a restaurant.
However, most restaurant owners liked to be called "boss" instead of "chef". Some had even forgotten their identity as chefs. They were more interested in the respect and enjoyment that others gave them.
However, Meg, who made such delicious and magical food and opened such an outstanding and popular restaurant, humbly called himself a chef in front of the praises and compliments of his peers.
His humble attitude made the visitors feel a little embarrassed. It also made the customers look at him with approval.
Perhaps only someone like him who knows his place and what he should be doing can create such a refreshing dish. Miles looked at Mag with approval, and at the same time, he was praising Mag in his heart. Indeed, the younger generation would surpass the older generation in the future.
Andrew and the others looked thoughtful. They nodded at Meg and walked out of the restaurant.
All I did was change Stephen Chow's lines. Why do I feel like I've received so many admiration points and enlightened others? Meg raised his eyebrows. Feeling the encouraging and admiring gazes, he walked into the kitchen with a smile on his face. He felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
The visitors didn't ask about the recipe or the cooking method. They didn't even ask about the spices that they couldn't taste. This first group of visitors was quite professional.
However, since they were all chefs, those who were good at thinking should learn something after eating the two dishes. Perhaps they could get some inspiration in cooking.
Of course, Mag didn't need to worry about what they could learn. After all, he wasn't a dream teacher. His job was to cook for the customers in the restaurant. After washing the pot, he continued to cook the fried rice.
"Just based on Mr. Mak's attitude, I'm looking forward to the tofu pudding tonight."
"Me too. But seriously, do you want the tofu pudding tonight? Salty or sweet?"
At the table by the door, Andreas and Moxiuji were talking softly.
"Of course it's sweet!" Andreas said matter-of-factly. After a pause, he asked, "What about you?"
"Salty." Mo Xiu Ji said with a complicated expression. Both of them fell into silence.
"It's okay, brother. We don't have to fight over this. Tonight, you eat your salty food, and I'll eat my sweet food. We can drink together later." Andreas' expression was also a little awkward. After all, Krassu and Urien had just fought over whether to eat savory tofu pudding or sweet tofu pudding in the morning. Who knew what would happen tonight when the tofu pudding officially went on sale?
However, the two of them were childhood friends, and it was completely acceptable for them to have different tastes. They wouldn't fall out over a small bowl of tofu pudding.
…
In the Aden Square, Crassus slowly made his way toward the exit of the restaurant with his staff in hand. Brandli, who had just paid the bill, hurried to catch up with him. His expression was a little nervous, and he said respectfully, "Master Crassus."
"Hmm?" Crassus stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Brandli with a confused expression. He glanced at the grey sword and shield insignia on Brandli's chest, and nodded as he said, "So it's you from the Gray Temple. What do you want from me?"
Brandli faltered slightly upon hearing this. He was already in his seventies, and all of the young people in the Gray Temple would refer to him as "Senior," so he was rather taken aback by this sudden call.
However, Crassus was already in his twenties. Back when he was still playing with mud, the legends of the battle between ice and fire had already spread across the continent, and he had also been learning magic from them during his youth.
Even his master had been a fervent fan of Crassus in his youth. Unfortunately, his talent in melee magic was too poor, and he had switched to long-range magic after being brutally beaten by a knight in his youth. However, his passion for melee magic had never been extinguished, and that had influenced Brandli to some extent.
Of course, Brandli was still learning long-range magic. Melee magic was something that only a few magic casters in Rodu's Magus Tower were proficient in. Crassus had never taken in a disciple before.
This meant that the daughter of the owner of Amy's was the only one who had received Crassus' attention in the past century, and that was something that had shaken the entire magic world.
After all, Crassus had been in poor health for years. Many Sorcerers were worried that Crassus would fall like a meteor after he reached the peak of melee magic, and they would not be able to inherit his legacy.
Furthermore, Julian, the Lord of Flames, had also taken in a disciple at the same time, and it was the same half-elf girl. This news was most likely going to shock the entire continent.
All of the prodigies under the tutelage of famous magic casters were most likely going to be very nervous. The battle between ice and fire had been going on for close to 100 years, and both of them had taken in a half-elf girl as their disciple. No one knew what kind of little demon they were going to teach.
She was going to reach the pinnacle of ice and fire magic, and she was going to be able to wield both melee and long-range magic. In a decade or two, there was most likely going to be no place on the Norland Continent that she couldn't go to.
The thought only flashed through Brandli's mind before he came to his senses. Crassus' face was completely expressionless, but he could sense a powerful aura emanating from him, and he turned to Crassus with an even more respectful expression as he said, "Greetings, Master Crassus, I am Brandli of the Gray Temple. Forgive me for calling you here, but I would like to extend a warm welcome to you on behalf of the Gray Temple. It was our fault for not being a good host, and I hope you won't take offense."
"It's alright. I didn't inform the Gray Temple of my arrival in Chaos City, and I even had a fight with that old geezer Julian this morning. Sorry for the inconvenience." Crassus turned to Brandli with a serious expression, and said, "Also, you were here this morning, right? Did you report to your superiors that you came in contact with me? "
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