"How could this be … How could anyone in this world make such delicious roast meat … No … I can't lose! The Barkley Family's rotisserie has been around for over 10 generations, ever since Rodu, and three generations in Chaos City. I can't let it fall into someone else's hands … Waah ~ Why am I so stupid? I've lost both the rotisserie and the recipe; my dad is going to be furious … I still want to show him that I'm in the top 20 on the chef's rankings board before he dies …"
Ricky collapsed onto the ground, and his clothes were completely drenched in cold sweat. Even the stone tiles on the ground were soaked, and his body was trembling as he cried, making him appear rather pitiful to the onlookers.
The commotion in the crowd gradually subsided. Even though the match had already concluded, no one was in a hurry to leave. Meg and Ricky had placed a huge bet on this match, and everyone wanted to see how Meg was going to deal with the situation.
Ricky was crying quite pitifully, but the regulars of Mamy's weren't concerned in the slightest. From morning until night, Ricky had been yelling at Mr. Mak for not daring to accept the challenge, and that he was the one who had proposed all of the conditions, so it was an extremely ugly sight to behold.
Now that Mag had stepped in and won this battle where they had bet their dignity and all their assets, it could be said that Mag had helped them vent their anger.
Of course, they weren't staying just to see Ricky's downfall. Most of them were here for the mutton kebabs on the table beside the rotisserie. They wondered if Mr. Mak would be in a good mood after accepting the challenge, and cook some beef kebabs for everyone. Everyone was extremely tempted by the sight of Amy and the other judges eating the mutton kebabs.
Meanwhile, Meg was looking at the message displayed in his mind, and a peculiar expression appeared on his face. The system had suddenly issued a new mission, and this mission was so embarrassing that he didn't know what to say. As such, he pursed his lips internally as he cursed, "System, this new mission of yours is toxic! Are you trying to draw hatred toward me? I still want to continue to develop in a wretched manner; can't you just let me be a handsome man who cooks in peace? "
"Host, as a candidate for the God of Cookery, you should challenge the world with your culinary skills and conquer the world with your delicious food. This system expresses serious disdain towards your idea of being content with seclusion, developing wretchedly, and becoming a Voldemort. Therefore, in order to speed up your culinary skills, this mission was selected. "The system's solemn voice sounded, with a hint of unquestionable authority.
"I'm a father now. As long as my baby is outstanding, it's fine. Why should I be so high-profile? What if others think that I'm the main character?" Meg said indifferently.
"This System is already very outstanding, and I've always known that I'm a Main Character, so you don't have to worry about this." The System snorted.
"Hmm?" Meg raised an eyebrow and said with a strange expression, "I'm talking about Amy. System, do you have to act so naturally?"
"¥% …&* # ¥…" Meg's mind was suddenly filled with chaotic noises, followed by a row of garbled codes. After a while, the system's voice sounded out, gnashing its teeth as it said, "Host, please complete the mission within 3 minutes. If you fail the mission, you will be punished by forfeiting 0.75 points of physical strength."
"Holy f * ck! Do you have to be so ruthless?! " Meg couldn't help but curse. If this were to happen, then all of his hard work today would have been for nothing. He tried asking, "Then what's the reward for this mission?"
"One-half of a point of physical strength," the system replied.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Meg's eyes lit up. With this 0.25 point of physical strength, he would receive one point of physical strength for the day. He didn't think that he would be able to rise up two levels in a row. The system was being so generous today that it didn't seem like a proper system at all.
"The outcome of the duel has been determined, and I've won. The results were determined by the five judges, and everyone here can be witnesses. I'll send the agreement that we signed to the City Lord's Manor's notary office in a moment, and I'll ask the City Lord's Manor to assist with the handover of the restaurant. I hope that everything in the restaurant will be intact. As for the first two conditions, forget about it." Meg looked at Ricky with a calm expression. It was a basic trait of a businessman to not give up on profits for the sake of someone else's tears, especially when this was someone who had once tried to eat him alive.
"Boss Meg, I'll kowtow to you and call you Father. Please, please don't take my rotisserie away from me. I know I was wrong, and I won't do it again. I'll be your son from now on, and I'll do anything you ask of me. Please don't take away my rotisserie, I beg you …" Ricky's entire body trembled as he knelt onto the ground. He sobbed as he reached out to hug Meg's leg.
"I told you that I don't want Amy to have a strange little brother, so I won't agree to your request." Meg took a step back as a hint of disgust flashed through his eyes. He looked at Ricky with a cold expression, and said, "I don't want your whole rotisserie lamb recipe. If you still have the basic dignity of a chef, then leave this place on your feet. No chef will starve to death in this world."
Ricky's expression faltered upon hearing this. He looked up at Meg from his kneeling position, and something seemed to be gathering in his eyes.
"Of course, even if you go back and cook a whole rotisserie lamb for another 100 years, it still won't taste as good as mine." Meg looked down at Ricky, then looked around at everyone present with a smile, and said, "I'm here to correct the definition of food in this world. If you're not convinced, then you're welcome to battle me. However, make sure to bring something that can tempt me."
"Wow! Mr. Mak is so cool! "
"He's a little arrogant, but why do I feel like he's so cool?!"
"This is a declaration of war against all chefs in the world. I feel like there will be more and more battles like this in the future."
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Meg, and it was as if there was a brilliant light radiating from this man's body, making it difficult for everyone to look away.
"Correct the definition of food? What a grand dream. I hope you can really achieve it." A gratified smile appeared on Robert's face as he looked at Meg.
"A person like him isn't easy to control. However, the Buffett Family specializes in cooperation. It's not easy to be a great person, and it's also not easy to be a great chef. The Buffett Family loves to help those who are struggling." The Hill also had a smile on his face as he looked at Meg with approval in his eyes. He had earned a restaurant in such a short time. Not only was he a chef, but he was also a shrewd businessman.
The light that had just appeared in Ricky's eyes was instantly snuffed out, and he was helped into a horse-drawn carriage by a few employees. He quickly disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind a few employees who were waiting for the oven to cool down. They didn't know if there was a need to take the oven back.
Following the conclusion of the duel, the judges couldn't help but pick up the remaining kebabs on their plates. How could they let such delicious food go to waste? Febid rolled his eyes at Ricky's carriage, and grumbled to himself before continuing to eat the remaining two kebabs.
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