Among the 10 dukes of the Roth Empire, Abraham wasn't the most powerful one, but he was undoubtedly the best when it came to the food he had eaten.
He had chosen to stay in Rodu as an idle duke rather than a vast and rich territory, precisely because he couldn't bear to part with the delicious food in Rodu.
If he were to go to other places, he wouldn't be able to eat such delicious food.
As such, he had been given the nickname of the Duke of Gluttony. However, he wasn't ashamed of this. Instead, he was quite pleased with himself. How could ordinary people understand the joy of being a glutton?
Nothing in this world was more important than delicious food.
However, after taking a bite of the beef, Abraham felt as if he had seen the true meaning of life. This was what he had been pursuing all this time.
The beef was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the juicy meat and delicious beef spread through his mouth. His taste buds began to stir violently, and a peculiar aroma slowly wafted through the air. This was the aroma of black pepper, and it elevated the flavor of the beef to a whole new level.
The sizzling piece of beef collided violently in his mind. It was just a small piece of beef, but it made him feel as if a century had passed. It had been a long time since he had tasted something so delectable.
"Delicious! I don't even know how to describe how delicious it is! "
Abraham gave Meg a thumbs-up with admiration in his eyes.
In his eyes, a chef who could cook delicious food was like a skilled craftsman, and was worthy of praise and respect.
"It's so delicious! Boss, give me 10 more cubes."
Abraham looked into Meg's eyes as he spoke.
"It's finally here!"
All of the customers' eyes lit up. Meg had rejected everyone just then, and no one had been able to get a second piece of beef from him. Now that the duke was the one making the request, would Meg make an exception?
"Father won't make an exception for no good reason." Amy shook her head.
Irina looked up at Meg's departing figure. "Is he still so stubborn?"
"My apologies, Your Excellency, but each person is only allowed to buy one piece of beef at a time." Meg shook his head with a smile. Rules were rules, and if they were changed, then they would be meaningless.
"He refused?!"
The customers were surprised. The Duke had personally asked, but the owner of a small stall actually refused!
"You're still stubborn." A smile appeared on Irina's face.
"Mr. Mak, this is the Grand Duke … the Grand Duke!" Sinclair tugged on Meg's sleeve as he cautioned in a quiet voice. Sweat was dripping down his forehead from his anxiety. How could Meg treat all of these esteemed guests equally? Wasn't he afraid of losing his head?
Ken looked at Meg and sternly said, "Do you know who you are talking to? How dare you talk about rules in front of the Duke!"
Meg's expression remained calm as he replied, "The rules weren't made for Your Excellency; they're just a temporary rule. Due to the bet with Cary's Rotisserie, I had no choice but to follow this rule. I hope Your Excellency can forgive me."
"Ken." Abraham raised a hand to signal for Ken to back down before turning to Meg with a smile, and said, "Boss, may I ask what kind of bet you have with Cary's Rotisserie? If 10 isn't enough, can you sell me another one? "
"I was just passing by this place today …" Meg gave Abraham a brief explanation of the bet. This Duke was quite amicable, and he wasn't as arrogant as the average noble.
"I see. I agree with you; it would be terrible if all delicacies had to be categorized by class. There are many delicious foods hidden in the roadside stalls." Abraham nodded in agreement before casting his gaze toward Cary's Rotisserie with a smile, and said, "Seeing as you're going to take on the largest rotisserie in the United States on your own, I'm naturally not going to break your rules."
Abraham pointed at Ken and the guard beside him with a smile, and said, "But those two should be able to buy a cube of beef each, right?"
"Of course they can, seeing as they've lined up." Meg nodded with a smile.
Abraham departed with two cubes of beef in his hand, and a content expression appeared on his face. Gluttons were always able to think of a way to eat delicious food.
Ken quickly caught up with him with a peculiar expression on his face, and he looked at Abraham with a perplexed expression as he asked, "Aren't you going to Cary's Rotisserie, Duke?"
"Is there a better rotisserie there?" Abraham asked with a smile.
"Er …" Ken didn't know how to respond.
"Once you've tasted a truly delicious dish, you won't be interested in any other dish." Abraham looked at the beef in his hand, and sighed as he said, "It looks like I won't be interested in rotisserie from other restaurants in the future."
"It's a good thing that His Excellency is a reasonable person." Cindy wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead, and he felt as if his heart were about to leap out of his throat. In contrast, Meg was as calm as a placid lake.
"So this is a rule that Boss Cary's Rotisserie set up to force them to tear down the sign."
"Even His Excellency is following the rules; let's not add to Boss Cary's troubles."
"Didn't His Excellency teach us the correct way to buy a second cube of beef? I'll go get him right away! "
Complex expressions appeared on the faces of the customers. They had initially wanted His Excellency to break Meg's rules, but who would've thought that His Excellency would be more obedient than anyone else?
However, most of the customers in front of the stall were commoners, and they were already displeased with the signs that were plastered on the doors of noble restaurants. As such, they were very supportive of Meg's decision, and no one asked for another cube of beef from Meg.
"After Duke Abraham tasted the beef from the stall, he was full of praises for it. After that, he left straight away …"
In the kitchen of the rotisserie, Ike's expression darkened as he listened to the report from a waiter.
Duke Abraham was the most esteemed customer of their rotisserie, and he was also one of the most frequent customers of the rotisserie. He was the main reason why the rotisserie was so popular, and many of the nobles came to the rotisserie because of him.
However, Duke Abraham had just tasted the beef from the stall and left without even entering Cary's Rotisserie. This was very difficult for Ike to accept.
The waiter continued, "Furthermore, Lorr just told me that the stall has already served 135 customers, and there's already a long line of customers waiting in front of the stall …
"In less than an hour … they've already served over 100 customers. At this rate, they're almost catching up to the number of customers we serve in our rotisserie."
A stir ran through the kitchen. All of the chefs who had been brimming with confidence and confidence were now quite dejected.
Ike forced himself to calm down before waving a hand, and ordering, "Hurry up and serve more customers during peak hours!"
A long line extended from the entrance of Cary's Rotisserie down the street, creating an extremely eye-catching sight. This was quite a rare sight on the food street, and most importantly, this line didn't extend from Cary's Rotisserie. Instead, it extended from a small rotisserie stall, and this drew the attention of many passersby.
Irina and Amy were strolling around the food street, and when they returned, Meg was handing the last cube of beef to a customer.
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