Although Mag didn't know what the system's so-called talent points and Midas-to-Gold skills were, he was a little helpless in the face of a system that pretended to be dead after assigning tasks.
He did not want to become a disciple of Harry, who had never been masked before, nor did he want to wander around with him.
In this case, he has no choice but to defeat the opponent and make the opponent worship him as his teacher.
"Dog system." Mag cursed in his mind.
Business hours ended in the morning and it was already nine o'clock.
Many guests left the restaurant, but they did not leave there. Instead, they took a good seat at the door, ready to wait for the show that was about to take place.
For example, the reporter from Chaos Daily who had just chased Mag at the door to ask questions had already climbed up on his own high stool, set up a photo stone, and was ready to completely record this exciting duel.
In the past few days, the news in the City of Chaos had been dominated by the League of Gentlemen who appeared at night, and he was determined to write a different piece of news.
The undefeated God of Cooking faces off against the top local chef in the city of chaos. Who will win?
He had already thought of the title: Shock! The undefeated Chef God Harry, who maintained an undefeated record for more than 100 consecutive games, unexpectedly failed in the city of chaos! It’s human nature after all…
Or: miserable! The genius chef who once won the best chef at the Imperial Palace banquet unexpectedly fell into the hands of the undefeated chef! What is this...
As an experienced reporter, he has already made a plan and even prepared a press release in his stomach. He can definitely ensure that Chaos Daily will be the first to spread the news about this incident.
After hearing the news, more and more spectators came, and many of them brought their own small benches.
"Come on, melon seeds, candies, roasted sweet potatoes, and roasted corn are sold in the front row. Vendors who sensed business opportunities began to sell snacks that are essential for eating melons.
The weather is so cold and so many people are waiting outside, which is indeed a bit boring, so many people choose to buy a hot roasted sweet potato and put it in their pockets to keep warm.
"Brother, I heard that the two chefs today are very good. Have you ever eaten at Maimi Restaurant? Their food is very expensive, right?" A middle-aged man held a sweet potato in his hand and grinned when it was hot. , asked in a low voice with the young man beside him.
The young man took a bite of the roasted corn in his hand, looked at him and said meaningfully: "Poverty made us meet."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. The roasted sweet potato stayed in his hand for more than two seconds. His hand shook and he picked it up a few times before grabbing it again before it fell to the ground. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at a group of people. The young man with his mouth open in surprise smiled slightly awkwardly and said, "You are quite humorous in what you say."
"Both each other." The young man grabbed the roasted corn and took a bite to calm down his shock.
People were waiting eagerly, and more and more people gathered around. There were almost a thousand people on the inner and outer floors.
The door of the restaurant is closed, which is not surprising to regular customers. Boss Mai is always on time. If he says ten o'clock, it must be ten o'clock. It is impossible for him to arrive early.
"Please give way!" At this time, a strong voice sounded from outside, the crowd separated into a lane, and a somewhat dilapidated bullock cart slowly drove in. The driver was a tall and sturdy young man, and behind him There were also a dozen or so plainly dressed people, some young and some middle-aged, all wearing half-worn cotton clothes. In addition to their luggage, each of them also had an eye-catching black pot on their backs.
"Being an apprentice with Master Harry, you really have to take the blame." Vanessa took a good seat in the front row. Looking at the blame on the backs of those people, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckled. It was not a mockery. The bright eyes were full of joy and surprise.
"No wonder it's called a slow start. Driving this old ox cart, you can't get up fast even if you want to." Abraham's attention fell on the old ox pulling the cart and Chebman driving the cart, and he laughed.
The voices of the people present gradually became quieter, and they all looked towards the bullock cart, wanting to catch a glimpse of the undefeated God of Cooking.
Chibman slowly parked the oxcart in front of Maimi's restaurant. He glanced at the guests who came to watch, and his eyes were a little surprised. Are so many people here to watch the cooking showdown?
They have been to many places, and Master has also had cooking duels with many long-established chefs, but this is the first time they have encountered such a lively scene today.
"Master, we are here." Chebman lifted a corner of the car curtain and said inside.
"Are you here?" A confused voice sounded from the cart. After a while, a big hand stretched out, lifted the curtain, and walked out somewhat staggeringly. He stood at the shaft of the cart and stretched out his waist. , yawned, and then glanced around with sleepy eyes. He was stunned for a moment, and his narrowed eyes widened with only a slit: "I'll choke you! How come there are so many people!"
The audience present looked at the greasy middle-aged man standing on the shaft of the car, wearing a patched and washed white cotton-padded jacket. He was wide and fat, with a round appearance and a sparse short hair on top of his head. Their expressions were also Somewhat stiff.
It was actually somewhat different from what they imagined the undefeated God of Cooking looked like.
"Pfft - this uncle looks so cute. Even though he tried hard to open his eyes, he still can't seem to find his eyes." Vanessa looked at Harris with a smile.
"Masters generally have their own uniqueness. This master has obviously explained this perfectly." Abraham nodded with deep understanding, and was a little surprised by Harry's appearance. But after all, he had seen it before Many strange people and strange things did not detract from him because of his appearance.
"Well, I didn't expect so many people. Let me try it again." Harry turned around and returned to the cart. After a while, he opened the curtain and walked out with his head held high. Standing still, he didn't forget to stroke the sparse hair on his forehead.
"Master, I saw that one of your hairs fell out." Chebman reminded in a low voice.
"Oh my!" Harry's expression suddenly became unbearable and he stroked his hair with a distressed look on his face. "There are only a hundred or so hairs left. Why did another hair fall? It's really hard for me."
Chibman reminded in a low voice: "Master, we are here to challenge Mr. McGonagall. The time is coming. We should visit him first to determine the method and venue of the cooking showdown."
"That's right." Harry put away his sad expression, raised his hand and waved to the audience, then got off the bullock cart and walked towards Maimi's Restaurant.
"This restaurant is really beautiful." Harry looked up at Maimi's Restaurant, and his eyes suddenly lit up. They had encountered countless restaurants on the road, but none could compare to this one.
Chibman stepped forward quickly and gently tugged on the bell hanging on the door.
