Half an hour later.
Meg sat off to the side playing with Amy and Ugly Duckling, as if he had already forgotten about the bet.
Irina sat off to the side with an appraising look on her face as she looked at Meg, who had made even Amy giggle.
This man seemed to be completely different from the man in her memories. It was as if there were countless secrets about him that she was unaware of. What had happened to him in the past three years? How had he changed during the three years that they hadn't been together?
Most importantly, was the food he cooked really edible?
A series of questions surfaced in Irina's mind as she looked at Meg with curiosity in her heart.
If this were the old Alex, he definitely wouldn't be able to tell such interesting stories, make funny faces to make their daughter laugh, and cook.
This was a very peculiar feeling. He had once been the closest person to her, but now, she felt as if she were looking at a complete stranger.
Getting to know him again seemed to be a very interesting process.
The family of three was in no hurry, but Sinclair was like an ant on a hot tin roof. If it weren't for the fact that he had just been warned by Meg, he would've reminded him that they were still in the middle of a bet, and that he couldn't give up before the competition had even begun!
He was quite amazed by Meg's knife skills. He was able to slice over 1,000 cubes of beef to the exact same degree, and that was a testament to his ability.
However, he was rather perplexed by the sight of him mixing the beef into a bowl with a bunch of condiments. Was the beef still edible after being roasted with so many condiments? Wouldn't the beef's original flavor be completely gone?
Sinclair's heart throbbed at the sight of the notice plastered on the cart.
Not only was the beef being sold by the cubes, but there was also a limit on the number of cubes that each person could buy!
That wouldn't even be enough to fill the gaps between his teeth!
Many of the onlookers had already left, and some of the customers who had come up to ask about the stall were all turned away by Meg's excuse that it wasn't ready to open for business yet.
Who would be bored enough to wait for a single cube of roast beef to open for business?
The only ones who could attract the attention of passersby were Amy and Irina, who were sitting behind the stall.
This bet had spread to many stalls on the gourmet street, but there weren't many who supported Meg. Instead, many merchants were worried that Meg had broken the rules and were worried that it would affect other people's stalls.
In the kitchen of Cary's Rotisserie, Ike listened to the waiter's report, and a cold smile appeared on his face as he said, "Heh, I'll teach you a lesson at five o 'clock."
"Head Chef, count me in." A fat chef with a rolling pin in his hand joined in the fun.
"Alright. Later, if you have any resentment in your heart, follow me out. Let's fight until you feel comfortable." Ike waved his hand, which made the other chefs respond.
Sinclair looked around before catching sight of the watch on Meg's wrist. He was a little surprised that Meg was able to afford such a small and intricate magic watch, but his eyes also lit up as he made his way over to Meg, and asked in a quiet voice, "Mr. Mak, can you tell me what time it is?"
"It's almost 12 o 'clock. We've been marinating it for half an hour, so it's about time." Meg glanced at his watch before rising to his feet and making his way over to his stall. He was quite amused as he naturally knew what Sinclair was thinking. Half an hour of marinating time was still too short, but if he didn't start now, then it would be too late.
"Good luck!" Sinclair clenched his fists as he encouraged his son.
"Boss Sinclair, this isn't very suitable for you." Meg looked at Sinclair with a complex expression.
"Good luck, Father! Good luck! "Amy clenched her little fists as she yelled in a baby voice.
"See, this is the standard version." Meg looked at Amy with a smile on his face. As expected, Amy was much more pleasing to the eye.
"This world only cares about looks, but it can't see my interesting soul. Instead, it chose a beautiful body," Sinclair lamented with a pained expression.
"A beautiful body is cute and adorable, but an interesting soul is a face full of beard. This is a test, so there's no need to choose." Meg calmly added charcoal into the oven.
"Mr. Mak, you're so cruel!" Sinclair clasped a hand over his heart.
"This isn't suitable for you either."
Sinclair wore a serious expression as he said, "I've given you everything, so I hope you won't let me down."
"Isn't it just a roadside stall that's on the verge of closing down? I bought back your beef, so you're not going to make any losses today. On top of that, I'll also give you a temporary job as a cashier with double the salary. You should be thanking me." Meg shrugged.
"Mr. Mak …"
"Don't be like that. I didn't go to any lakeside, and I didn't do anything to you. Now, please shut up." Meg glanced at Sinclair, and didn't realize that this guy was quite good at acting.
"Alright." Sinclair retracted his expression and stood expressionlessly beside the cart.
After finally calming down, Meg tested the temperature with his hands before placing a piece of beef onto the barbed wire grill.
As soon as the beef came into contact with the hot grill, a sizzling sound immediately rang out.
Meg held a brush in his left hand and quickly brushed a layer of oil onto each piece of beef. Soon, the aroma of the beef wafted through the air.
"So he's finally starting to grill the beef? This beef is really sliced into cubes? He's selling these tiny cubes for one silver coin? This boss must be crazy for money, right? "
"I've seen beef sliced and grilled, but I've never seen beef sliced into cubes before. What's more, he's only selling one cube?"
"Cary's Rotisserie's beef really is delicious. All of the customers are nobles, and even earls are often seen there. How can a roadside stall like this compare?"
All of the passersby and stall owners immediately began to discuss spiritedly among themselves at the sight of Meg.
"Can he really make delicious beef like this?" Sinclair stared at Mag with a skeptical expression, and he swallowed his words on several occasions. In any case, no one would eat his roast beef anyway, so he knew that he wasn't going to be able to do that.
"Write a note for each customer, and I'll keep an eye on them." Meg took the opportunity to hand a pen and paper over to the employee from Cary's Rotisserie, who was on the verge of falling asleep.
"Do you need it? I don't think you'll even get a single customer, "the employee said in a disdainful manner as he appraised Meg with a disdainful expression.
Meg slapped the pen and paper onto the employee's face with a smile, and said, "I'm afraid that with your IQ, you'll make a mistake when there are so many customers." The employee was jolted awake by Meg's slap, and his eyes were filled with rage as he clasped a hand over his reddened face.
"You've become a little more talkative, but your personality is still the same, right?" Irina silently put down the chair in her hand.
"This is a bet between me and your boss; you won't be able to afford the consequences if you ruin it." Meg pursed his lips as he picked up some cumin and black pepper powder. I saved your life, you idiot! Even a fifth-tier magic beast would be killed by that chair!
"When you lose, I'll show you what cruelty is!" The employee gritted his teeth as he gripped onto the pen and paper in his hand tightly.
The beef sizzled on the grill, and its aroma was already beginning to spread through the air.
The cumin and black pepper powder were sprinkled evenly over the beef, and it was like a miraculous catalyst that instantly transformed the mild beef aroma into a delectable barbecue aroma that proliferated in all directions like a delicious bomb.
"This aroma!"
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