"Andrew, did you hear? On the first day of the Aden Square food competition today, all five of Mamy's dishes made it into the top 100, and two of them even made it into the top 30." Myers stood outside Andrew's pork chop shop, and looked at Andrew, who was chopping up pork bones with a butcher's knife, with an excited expression.
"My employee told me about it this morning. What surprised me was that three of her dishes didn't make it into the top 50, even though all of them could've made it into the top 5." Andrew put down the knife in his hand, and was a little disappointed.
"It's not like you don't know about the rankings. With Mamy's scale, and this being her first time competing for the Aden Square food competition, it's already very impressive that two of her dishes made it into the top 30." Myers sighed, and said, "That's the private property of the Aden Chamber of Commerce. Look, you've been squeezed out of the top 20 this time. At this rate, you'll be squeezed out of the top 30 sooner or later."
"Yeah, our restaurant has been open for a decade or two, and we can sell over a thousand servings of our signature dishes every day, yet we still can't make it into the top 10. Those guys are getting more and more shameless." Bernice had also arrived at some point, and was a little indignant.
"I think the Aden Square food competition this time is going to be interesting. Mr. Mak managed to make it into the top 30 in such an unreasonable manner, and he even took two of the spots. Those guys who paid for the rankings are probably going to go crazy, and the Aden Chamber of Commerce is going to be in a very passive position. This kind of situation has never happened before." Old man Bishop chuckled as he walked over with his hands clasped behind his back. His scallion pancake didn't make it into the top 100 this time, so he didn't really care anymore.
"Yeah, it's been many years since a dark horse like this has appeared. It's just that Mr. Mak is a lone wolf, and if he really does piss off a colossus like the Aden Chamber of Commerce, it won't be easy for him to clean up the mess." Bernice was a little concerned.
Everyone gathered together to chat. They were happy that someone who could disrupt the Aden Square food competition that was controlled by the Aden Chamber of Commerce had appeared, but at the same time, they were also worried for Mamy's.
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"Young Master, the owner of Ricky's Rotisserie, Ricky, was beaten this morning. Should we report this to the president?" In a large room in the Chamber of Commerce building, Mars turned to Cyril, who was playing with a colorful snake in a leather chair behind a desk, and asked in a respectful voice.
"Ricky? Who's that? Why would he report to the president if he was beaten up? "Cyril asked without even raising his head.
"Ricky's Rotisserie is a member of the Chamber of Commerce, and it has paid the deposit for the 30th spot on the Aden Square food competition for three consecutive months. Today is the first day of this month's Aden Square food competition, and Ricky's Rotisserie is ranked 31st. The restaurant that knocked him out of the top 30 is a restaurant by the name of Mamy Restaurant, and he was beaten by the owner of that restaurant." Mars paused for a moment before continuing, "Devoe and Goodenia were captured because of that restaurant. It is said that one of Devoe's thugs was killed by the owner."
"Who's the owner of Mamy's?" Cyril finally raised his head upon hearing this, and a hostile expression appeared on his face as he turned to Mars. "Are you trying to oppose our Chamber of Commerce?"
The owner's name is Meg, but they couldn't find anything about him. Most customers refer to him as Mr. Mak. He opened Mamy's in the northwestern corner of the Aden Square a month ago, and he's attracted a lot of customers in just a month. His dishes are extremely expensive, and even the cheapest dish costs 200 copper coins. As for his conflict with Goodenia … "Mars gave Cyril a brief introduction of Meg's identity, as well as the conflict between Goodenia and Meg.
"He's just an arrogant clown. He's just the owner of a small restaurant, yet he dares to threaten our Aden Chamber of Commerce?" Cyril pursed his lips with disdain upon hearing this. "There's no need to report such a trivial matter to the president. Just tell the Catering Association to remove this restaurant from the rankings board, and then go to his restaurant as often as you can. Make sure he can't survive in the Aden Square. Let's see if our Aden Chamber of Commerce or his small restaurant goes bankrupt first."
"But his daughter is the disciple of two great magic casters. If we do that …" Mars was a little concerned.
"What does that have to do with anything? We didn't do anything to them. Those two great magic casters won't be able to do anything to us in Chaos City. We can spend some money to bribe those fatties from the Catering Association; they'll be more proactive than us. " Cyril smiled, and said, "There's nothing in this world that money can't solve."
Mars opened his mouth, but didn't say anything in the end.
"That's enough, Mars. You're becoming more and more cowardly. Back when your father was under the president, he was very decisive." Cyril took a glance at Mars before wrapping the colorful snake around his hand. He then rose to his feet and made his way out of the door. However, he paused at the door, and said, "Sometimes, people have to make a choice. Those who waver will only be the first to be abandoned."
"Second Young Master, it's really a difficult choice for me to make to put all my chips on you. Besides, the first lesson that my father taught me was to never put all my eggs in the same basket. "Mars shook his head as he made his way out of the room.
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"System, what did you just say?" Meg faltered slightly upon hearing the system's words.
"The host can choose a dish as one of the choices on the wheel. After you complete the tofu pudding mission, you'll have the opportunity to spin out the recipe for that dish," the system replied.
"System, why is your conscience back today?" Meg raised an eyebrow.
"As a system with a conscience, I refuse to accept such a question." The system was a little displeased.
"Can I really choose any dish?" Meg still didn't quite believe it.
"As long as it's a dish from Earth, you can choose any dish," the system confirmed.
"Then let me think about it." Meg thought for a moment. Shandong cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, Jiangsu cuisine, Zhejiang cuisine, Fujian cuisine, Hunan cuisine, Anhui cuisine … All types of famous cuisines and snacks flashed through his mind.
He had eaten too many delicious dishes in the past, so he was having a difficult time making a choice. He was curious as to what dishes would taste like after coming to this world and using the special ingredients provided by the system and his top-notch cooking skills.
He pondered from morning to noon, and the restaurant was about to open for business, but Meg still hadn't decided what dish to choose.
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