"Hmm? 10 gold coins for a bottle of black pepper? System, are you trying to take advantage of my misfortune? "Meg raised his eyebrows. He suddenly felt that there was a deeper meaning behind the system's mission at this time.
"Nonsense! Is this the kind of system you speak of?"
The system was clearly angered by Meg's words. It proudly said, "This black pepper is produced on the Demon Islands' Western Blue Island. This island only has an area of 1,000 square meters, and less than half of the island is suitable for growing black pepper. The system has selected and cultivated the Cambodian Kombu pepper to produce the better quality Kombu 2.
The special climate and environment of the Western Blue Island and the rich mineral soil give the black pepper a special flavor. It can play an excellent role in improving the freshness of the dishes. Moreover, black pepper is originally known as black gold. In this world, the price of black pepper is much higher than gold. 10 gold coins for a bottle is already a friendly price. "
After listening to the system's introduction, Meg was able to accept the price slightly. Good ingredients could afford the high price. In any case, the person paying the bill was a customer. However, he still asked curiously, "Black pepper also exists in this world?"
"Black pepper is a luxury item in this world. Due to the extremely strict growing conditions and the inconvenient transportation, every wild black pepper can be sold for a high price in the market. Even some high-class restaurants may not be able to receive much black pepper." The system replied.
"System, why don't we sell black pepper? This is an extremely profitable business." Meg's eyes lit up. The rarer an item was, the more expensive it would be. Most importantly, the market for black pepper was not small.
"Host, you must always remember your identity! As a candidate for the God of Cookery, don't you feel ashamed selling vegetables every day? "The system said with disappointment.
"Then you, a gourmet system, should be proud of selling black pepper every day?" Meg rolled his eyes. He glanced at Beate, who was quickly preparing other side dishes. He could not be bothered to continue arguing with the system. He directly said, "Alright, I want a bottle of black pepper. When you teleport it over, be discreet and send it directly into my pocket."
"Ding! 10 gold coins have been deducted! One bottle of black pepper has been delivered. "
Meg lowered his head and looked at his suddenly bulging crotch. A strange expression appeared on his face as he roared in his mind, "System, I said it's my pocket! Not the crotch! You pervert! "
"Sorry, the teleportation location is slightly off," the system said apologetically.
Meg only felt a chill at his crotch, and then the pocket beside him bulged. Only then did his expression become more natural. Fortunately, no one noticed this change, or else he would probably be labeled as a pervert.
Reaching into his pocket, Meg took out a small bottle of black pepper and placed it on the table. After checking the ingredients and condiments he needed, he took off his well-ironed black suit and handed it to the waiter beside him. He then unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up twice before reaching for a flat kitchen knife on the knife rack.
"This fellow is so flashy. Head Chef Beate is almost done, but he still hasn't started."
"Yeah, I don't think he's a chef. Can he really make delicious food?"
The guests looked at Meg and whispered among themselves. Most of them were not optimistic about him.
"Heh, this fellow must be scared." A cold smile appeared on Cyril's face as he looked at Mag. This duel was completely unexpected to him, but he was still very willing to see this detestable man pay the price of an entire restaurant to him.
"Looks like it's time to show off my real skills."
A mocking smile appeared on Mag's face as he listened to all of the chatter going on around him. He strode over to that half of the cow, and sliced the cow's back a few times with his kitchen knife. He then pointed his knife toward the cutting table, and six pieces of beef tenderloin of the exact same size and thickness fell onto the cutting table in a straight line. They were arranged in two rows on the table, and even their shapes were completely identical.
"Wow, what amazing knife skills!"
"I didn't even see what he did clearly. Are those beef tenderloins? The size and shape are actually exactly the same! "
The eyes of the guests immediately lit up. This godly knife skills had completely overturned their impression of Meg.
"Your knife skills are pretty good. It looks like your foundation is pretty good." Beate also raised his eyes to look at Meg and nodded his head slightly.
Meg wasn't very old, and his restaurant hadn't been open for very long. Although a few of his dishes were quite famous among the guests, in Beate's opinion, a part of it was due to the tone of his dishes.
In order to become an outstanding chef, one must learn and practice over a long period of time. Talent was very important. Next, hard work and enough practice were also very important.
Beate was confident that Mag would be able to achieve the first two criteria, but he didn't have enough practice, so he felt like he wouldn't be able to grasp the tastes of his customers very well. If Mag were to compete with him with a new dish that he had just invented, he was confident that he would be able to win.
Although this dish was a new dish that he had just researched, he had already tasted it on a small scale. The feedback was very good, and it was the dish that he was most satisfied with after improving the roast pig.
Meg put down his kitchen knife. He wasn't in a hurry to start cooking. Instead, he walked over to the judges' table and stopped in front of Hill. With a smile on his face, he said, "May I ask Miss Hill for a glass of the Buffett Manor's red wine?"
"Since Mr. Meg is in such a good mood, would you like to drink a glass of wine before cooking?" Hill looked at Meg and asked with a smile.
"Others use high-quality bamboo wine to cook beef. After thinking about it, I think that only Miss Hill's red wine is better. Therefore, I would like to ask Miss Hill for a glass of red wine to cook with." Meg also looked at Hill with a smile.
"I've never tasted beef cooked with red wine before. You really are an interesting chef, Mr. Meg." The smile on Hill's face widened. Meg's praise was very direct, but it was very effective. She raised a hand to signal to the waiter who was holding a bottle of red wine for her, and asked him to pour a glass of red wine for Meg.
"Thank you." Meg accepted the glass of red wine and returned to the stove. He pulled out his kitchen knife from the knife rack and sliced through the pieces of beef before placing them onto a plate and marinating them with red wine.
The high-quality Ironhide Bull tenderloin was tender and plump, and after the top quality red wine was poured into the beef, the rich aroma of wine immediately wafted through the air, making the meat even more alluring.
"Red wine paired with beef and the faint scent of blood; it smells so good." Camilla took a sniff, and her eyes lit up as she looked at the plate in front of Meg.
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