All of the customers who had missed out on the roast beef were still lamenting, but they gradually quieted down upon hearing Meg's announcement.
News of the bet between Meg and Cary's Rotisserie had already spread, and all of the customers in the line had heard a little about it.
A small, obscure stall was challenging the most renowned rotisserie on the food street, and that in itself was quite a commotion.
Furthermore, it was rumored that Duke Abraham had just paid a visit to this stall and was full of praise for the roast beef, but he didn't even enter Cary's Rotisserie.
Now that Meg had announced the result of the bet, everyone immediately turned their attention to the waiter from Cary's Rotisserie.
The waiter was beginning to panic a little at the sight of so many people staring at him, and he stuttered, "Th … This … You don't even know how many customers our rotisserie has served; how could you win? That's bullsh * t! "
"Hmph, how dare a small rotisserie stall make such a claim? Our rotisserie has served a total of 735 customers in just one afternoon; how can you compare with us?" Right at this moment, Ike strode out of the rotisserie with a smug and arrogant expression as he appraised Meg.
The evening rush hour hadn't even begun yet, but Cary's Rotisserie had already served so many customers. Almost all of the seats in the restaurant had been filled to the brim with customers, so how could a small roadside stall compare to this?
"Head Chef!" The waiter immediately found his backbone, and he quickly made his way over to Ike's side with renewed confidence as he appraised Meg with a smug expression.
"Over 700 customers! Cary's Rotisserie really is one of the top three restaurants on the food street! "
All of the stall owners sighed with emotion. Even if they were to set up a stall here for an entire day, only a few of them would be able to serve 700 customers, so how were they going to compete with Cary's Rotisserie?
"Can the owner of this rotisserie win?"
All of the customers who had been quite confident were now looking at Meg with concern in their eyes.
"Father has never lost before." Ai Mi said confidently without the slightest bit of worry on her face.
Irina nodded in agreement. "That's right, how could he lose? He's my man."
Meg looked at the smug Ike with a smile, and said, "Actually, the total number of customers that have entered your rotisserie since noon today is 736, and I've included the baby you're holding in your arms."
"However, my apologies, but I sold a total of 1,472 cubes of beef this afternoon. Each person is limited to one cube, and none of them are duplicates. As such, I served a total of 1,472 customers, which is exactly double the number of customers that your rotisserie receives." Mag extended two fingers.
The whole place was silent. Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw Mag's "2".
"How … how could this be? In less than five hours, he had received 1472 customers! Cary's Cary's's Rotisserie! "
A stall owner exclaimed, causing all the other stall owners to gasp in shock.
On the other hand, the guests revealed gratified smiles on their faces. Speaking of which, they could be considered as part of the 1,400 plus people who had participated in and witnessed this bet.
The smug smile on Ike's face instantly froze, and he glared at Meg. "No! That's impossible! You're only one person! How could you serve so many customers in just five hours? You're lying! "
Meg pointed calmly at the waiter who was still holding a piece of paper in his hand. "Every time you add a customer, your waiter will record a vertical line in his book. If you don't believe me, you can count how many vertical lines he's drawn."
Everyone's eyes fell on the piece of paper in the waiter's hand. Sure enough, there were many vertical lines drawn on it, and they couldn't help but give Meg a thumbs up in their hearts. As expected, this owner was very meticulous. In this case, Ike wouldn't be able to go back on his word even if he wanted to.
Ike turned to look at the piece of paper. There were countless vertical lines drawn on it, but no matter what, there had to be over 1,000 of them. His expression immediately darkened upon seeing this.
"Head … Head Chef …" The waiter's voice was trembling slightly, and he was holding the piece of paper in his hand as if it were a hot potato. He wanted to throw it away, but he was also afraid that he would do something even worse.
"Give it to me!" Ike stepped forward and snatched the piece of paper from the waiter's hand. He tore it into shreds before tossing it onto the ground. He looked at Meg with a cold smile, and said, "Now, how are you going to prove that you've served over 1,000 customers this afternoon? Are you going to serve these commoners?
A lowly chef like you will only be able to cook the lowest grade roast meat for these commoners for the rest of your life. If I want to trample over you, it'll be as easy as raising my foot. You'll never be able to guess who the mastermind behind Cary's Rotisserie is! " Ike wore an arrogant smile on his face, and he waved a hand through the air. A group of chefs and waiters with clubs in their hands rushed out of the rotisserie, and they pointed at Meg as they yelled, "Beat him up!"
"You bastard! How dare you try to beat up my father! " Amy glowered at the people rushing toward Meg, and she picked up a small chair from the ground.
Irina also picked up a chair from somewhere, and she looked at the people with a cold expression as she said, "All of these people deserve to die."
"Is this enough proof?"
Right at this moment, a deep voice sounded from the crowd. The pieces of paper that had been torn into shreds by Ike suddenly flew into the air, then flattened out and pieced back together in mid-air.
The crowd parted, and a tall and thin man in a long black robe slowly strode in. He extended a hand, and the piece of paper that was hovering in mid-air slowly drifted down before landing on his long and slender hands. It appeared to be brand new, and there wasn't even the slightest crack on it.
"What powerful spatial magic!" someone on the second floor exclaimed in amazement.
"It's Grandpa Principal!" Amy yelled with elation as she placed the chair back onto the ground, putting on an obedient expression.
Irina also casually tossed the chair aside, and pursed her lips as she said, "Old Man Novan, you're still as cool as ever."
The surrounding people consciously took a few steps back. This was clearly a powerful magician.
Meg was also a little surprised to see this man, but he still nodded in response. "Principal Novan."
Everyone from Cary's Rotisserie also stopped in their tracks upon seeing this. If this man was only a rotisserie stall owner like Meg, then they wouldn't dare to do anything. However, if this man was a powerful magic caster, then they didn't dare to do anything.
Ike's heart settled a little upon seeing that Novan's robe didn't bear the insignia of the Magus Tower. He turned to Novan with a cold expression, and said, "Who … Who are you? This has nothing to do with you; it's between me and him, so you better stay out of this. This is Rodu! There are some people you can't afford to mess with! "
"Shut up! Do you know that he's the most powerful spatial magic caster on the Norland Continent? You're just a lowly chef who's only fit to cook for commoners, but he's going to cook for the king tomorrow! "
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