You're such a clever little girl. " Michael couldn't help but smile. However, after some serious consideration, he said, "I'm very confident in Mr. Mak's cooking, but the prerequisite is for those people to taste Mr. Mak's dishes first. That's not an easy thing to do."
"That's simple. Father, you can hold a skills competition in Chaos City, and ask the Aden Chamber of Commerce for a generous sponsorship as a reward. Then, you can attract the top talents from all walks of life to Chaos City to participate in the competition, and send the best of them to Mamy's for dinner. Most of them will definitely be reluctant to leave," Vivian suggested.
"Hmm, that's a good idea. A skills competition on the entire continent has never been held before. If we hold one, we can invite the top talents from all walks of life to compete." Michael's eyes lit up with interest.
"Yes, yes. We can also hold a God of Cookery competition and invite all the famous chefs from all over the Norland Continent to compete for the title of the God of Cookery. Then, many people will definitely be attracted. Not only will it increase Chaos City's influence, but if some people choose to stay, it will also increase the floating population of Chaos City and strengthen Chaos City," Vivian chimed in.
"Say, didn't the two of you say that we're not going to talk about work when we're out for dinner as a family?" The madam looked at the father and daughter who were getting more and more excited as they talked. Then, she rolled her eyes at Michael, and said, "You can talk about work with Vivian even without your subordinates."
Michael smiled, and said, "I didn't expect Vivian's ideas to be so unique. She gave me a lot of inspiration. You don't say, I even want her to work in the city lord's castle's secretariat. The injection of young blood might be able to give those old fellows some new ideas."
"That won't do. I've already prepared for the Chaos School's teacher recruitment exam. I'm going to fight for education with Luna for the rest of my life! I'm not going to get involved in the politics of you adults. "Vivian immediately shook her head with a tragic expression.
"Don't be so smug. Chaos School won't let you go to Chaos City just because you're the young mistress of the city lord's castle. You've only been preparing for a short while, and you're already so confident." The madam poured a bucket of cold water on Vivian.
"Mother …" Vivian pouted, feeling a little wronged.
"How can that be? Our Vivian is very outstanding. Although she is a little eccentric, she has read more books than most of the teachers in Chaos School. She is very knowledgeable and has the heart to educate others. I believe she will have no problem passing the teacher recruitment test," Michael said to Vivian with a doting smile.
"Heehee, Father knows me best." A smug smile immediately appeared on Vivian's face as she winked at her mother.
"You just spoil her." Madam smiled grumpily.
"I only have one daughter. If I don't spoil her, who will?" Michael said matter-of-factly.
It didn't take long for the carriage to stop, and the coachman's voice came from outside. "My Lord, Mamy's here."
"Let's get out of the car, Madam. I'll take you to try Mr. Mak's cooking today." Michael smiled and got out of the car.
"Mother, the spicy grilled fish really is super delicious. You'll see if I was just bragging today," Vivian said in a boastful manner.
"Alright, let's get out of the car." The madam held onto Vivian's hand with a smile, and said, "Let's not talk about whether it's delicious or not, but I still have to thank Mr. Mag in person for curing your illness for so many years. He's your savior, so we can't forget his kindness."
The horse-drawn carriage from the city lord's castle stopped here, and there were many people watching from the back of the long line.
"Master Rôme, I know I was wrong. I was blind and short-sighted. Please forgive me for offending you this afternoon." Cyril stood beside Master Rôme with his head almost touching the ground. His voice was trembling, and his face was flushed.
All of the customers in the line looked over, and some passersby also stopped to watch.
Many of the customers recognized Cyril as the arrogant Cyril who wanted to recruit Master Rôme this afternoon. Who would have thought that he would be begging for Master Rôme's forgiveness now?
Cyril wanted nothing more than to find a hole to hide in. He was quite famous in the business world of Chaos City, and was once regarded as the successor of Family Moreton, as well as the next leader of the family. Now, he was apologizing to a dwarf and begging for his forgiveness.
"Are we not going to talk about the deal?" Master Rôme looked at Cyril with a smile.
"I wouldn't dare. I have eyes but I can't see. Please forgive me this time, Grandmaster." Cyril's face was burning as he stole a glance at Master Rôme. If he couldn't get Master Rôme's forgiveness today, it would be a sleepless night for him.
"Forgive?" Rôme looked at Cyril. He actually didn't take his actions in the afternoon to heart. It was a novel experience. After all, he hadn't met such a person in Issen Castle.
However, he could roughly guess the reason why Cyril came back and apologized to him.
Although it wasn't his intention, those customers who couldn't get a weapon would always try to please him. As a result, no one dared to pass by his forge in Issen Castle for a long time. They were afraid that they would be accused of being disrespectful to a master and thrown in front of Master Rôme.
He wasn't sure how many customers had followed him to Chaos City, but he was sure that this tradition would continue.
Rôme didn't want to cause trouble for the city lord's castle when he first came to Chaos City. He was prepared to accept Cyril's apology and let this matter go.
"Hey, aren't you the grandpa who sells cleavers in Issen Castle? Why did you come to Chaos City? "Right at this moment, a soft and cute voice sounded from the side.
Rôme turned around when he heard that, and his gaze landed on the little girl who came through the crowd. She was wearing a white fluffy down jacket, and her two ponytails were swaying up and down as she jumped. Her exquisite and cute face was filled with surprise and joy. It was Meg's adorable daughter.
"Ssss …"
Everyone gasped when they heard that. Little Boss actually called Master Rôme a grandpa who sells cleavers. This was a huge offense!
Master Rôme was known as the number one blacksmith on the Norland Continent. Calling him a cleaver was an insult.
"Great. You're giving me a way out! Meg, I think it's your turn to cry now. " Cyril's eyes lit up when he heard that. He looked at Amy, who was bouncing over, and stood up immediately. He said in a deep voice, "How dare you! Little girl … "
"Oh, it's Little Amy. You've grown taller again." Before Cyril could say anything, Rôme was already looking at Amy with a doting smile, and said, "Cleavers aren't easy to sell, so I came to Chaos City to sell them."
"It's alright. I'll get Father to buy a few more," Amy consoled Rôme as she looked at him. "There might not be steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers, but there will be bread."
"This …" Everyone stared at this scene with their eyes wide open.
"Why isn't he following the rules?!" Cyril also looked at the smiling Master Rôme in disbelief as he felt a lump in his throat.
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