"That's right. We'll pick five judges first, and they'll decide the outcome of this match. How do you think we should go about this?" Ricky's expression was still quite relaxed as he looked at Meg, but a serious look had appeared in his eyes. After all, this was a match that he was betting everything he had, as well as the efforts of three generations of his family.
Outside Amy's, all of the spectators had fallen silent. They were all standing on their tiptoes and craning their necks to look at Meg with anticipation in their eyes. They were all trying to guess who would be chosen as the judges for this match. Of course, some of them were also wondering if they would be lucky enough to be chosen.
"Seeing as we're betting everything on this match, the judges have to be more professional. That way, we'll be able to accept the outcome of this match." Meg looked around at all of the spectating customers with a smile, and said, "Everyone, please see if you have any professionals around you that you can recommend. If you think you're a professional, you can also recommend yourself."
"That works too." Ricky nodded in agreement with Meg's decision. This was clearly a much more reliable method than just picking five random passers-by. It was just that in this case, all of his friends and employees would be useless. However, he was confident that he would be able to defeat Meg in a fair and square manner.
"Mr. Mak, President Robert of the Catering Association is here!" Harrison raised his hand as he yelled from within the crowd.
The crowd parted slightly to make way for Robert.
"President Robert, would you be able to be one of the judges for this match?" Meg asked with a smile.
"President Robert!" Ricky's eyelids twitched. Ricky's Rotisserie had been removed from the Aden Square food competition rankings board right after this new president had taken office. If he were to become one of the judges, then it would be quite disadvantageous for him.
Everyone was also looking at Robert with curiosity in their eyes, wondering if he would agree. The Catering Association was the most authoritative food and beverage organization in Chaos City. If the president of the Catering Association were to be the judge of this match, then there would be no need to worry about the fairness and authority of this match. Who would have thought that the president of the Catering Association would appear in such a small match? This made this match even more anticipated.
Robert slowly strode forward with a serious expression, and said, "I'm not in favor of having a cooking contest with stakes, but this is a voluntary decision by both of you, so I won't interfere. Today, I will be the judge of this contest as the president of the Catering Association."
"Thank you." Mag nodded with a smile. He wasn't afraid of authority, but he was worried about the five fake audience members who had been bribed. Robert clearly wasn't one of the people that Ricky could bribe.
"The famous food critic, Mr. Febid, is here!" Soon, another voice rang out from the crowd, causing an uproar and everyone's attention.
"I can agree to be one of the judges for this match." The crowd parted to create a path for Febid, who was wearing a grayish-black trench coat and holding a brown cane. He made his way over to Mag, and a mocking look appeared on his face as he said, "Your chef's suit is quite clean. It's just that you look like a mackerel covered in flour."
A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd. Febid was quite renowned among the foodies in Chaos City, especially in the foodie community. He was renowned for his sharp tongue, and no one would've thought that he would be here today, and even be one of the judges.
He had immediately criticized Meg with his sharp tongue. Even though Meg in his black and white chef's suit was a far cry from a flour-coated saury, it was clear that he was going to make this match a lot more interesting.
A smile also appeared on Ricky's face. He didn't have a good impression of this critic who had used all kinds of strange language to criticize Ricky's Rotisserie, but it appeared that he was more hostile toward Meg now, and that was undoubtedly good news.
"You're also dressed quite well. Even a duck that just came out of the water doesn't have such a perky butt," Meg said with a smile as he looked at Febid's trench coat.
"If a duck had a perky butt, then it would be a good match," Amy said with a serious expression as she looked at Febid's trench coat.
"In that case, that perky trench coat really does look like a duck that just came out of the water."
"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Mr. Mak and Amy are so mean."
"I feel like Febid has met his match. One versus two, and he's completely defeated!"
The crowd fell silent for a moment before bursting into even louder laughter.
Febid's face flushed slightly, and the mustache around his lips trembled. Normally, all of the restaurant owners would try to curry favor with him after being insulted by him, but he had never been insulted like this before. He looked at Meg and Amy, and he felt like he had met his match. He took a deep breath to calm himself down before pursing his lips. "Chefs speak with their cooking skills, so being able to talk with their mouths won't do them any good.
"You're right. Chefs can still rely on their cooking skills if they don't have a sharp tongue, but if a critic doesn't have a sharp tongue, then they won't even be able to eat," Meg said with a smile.
A sharp-tongued critic? Heh, then he was the founder of the Heavenly Dao. After all, he was probably the only person in the world who had been punished by the Heavenly Dao and thrown into an alternate world.
In comparison, this fellow from the alternate world who had walked the same path as him was clearly a little too inexperienced, and he just so happened to have encountered him.
However, his current identity had changed from a critic to a chef and a boss. He did not have the good temper to stand aside and listen to others dissing him. His true nature was to retort back. The long-suppressed venomous tongue of his had begun to show signs of recovery.
"Hmph!" Febid was so enraged that he was rendered speechless. He harrumphed loudly to express his rage, and took a glance at Meg before standing off to the side in silence. However, he had already decided that he was going to give a good review of this sharp-tongued guy's dish.
Ricky really wanted to burst into laughter. At the same time, he was overjoyed. Everyone else was trying to curry favor with the judges, but Meg was going to directly oppose him. It looked like Febid's vote was in the bag.
After that, two more judges were selected. One of them was a professor from Chaos School who was a part-time food critic, and was quite a renowned chef. The other was the owner of Shale's Rotisserie, who was widely acknowledged to be an honest man. His rotisserie was ranked 50th on the Aden Square food competition rankings board, so he could be considered a professional when it came to rotisserie.
"There's one final judge left. Is there anyone who would like to recommend me?" Meg asked.
In the face of such an exceptional talent, most foodies naturally wouldn't raise their hands. After all, it would be quite awkward if they couldn't say anything, so everyone fell silent.
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