“The Fabian brothers who roast chicken? What are you doing here?”


  Haga and Habeng turned around in surprise when they heard them. Fabian and Eugene were surprised too.

  After talking in the gibberish-sounding orc language, both parties finally found out what was going on.

  Fabian and Eugene had come from Haga’s tribe, and they were acquaintances too. They just didn’t expect to meet each other here.

  “You guys are challenging Boss Mag? That’s courageous.” Habeng’s mouth was agape as he didn’t have anything else to say to praise these two brothers.

  Even though their roast chicken was the best in their tribe, weren’t they asking for it if they were competing with Boss Mag?

  Mag was also slightly surprised at the situation.

  “Lord Habeng, he said our roast chicken wasn’t as good as his. We are not convinced, so we decided to have a roast chicken duel with him!” Eugene nodded, his eyes full of competitive spirit.

  “Boss Mag, these two come from our tribe, and they are not very worldly. But, since they want to challenge you, you don’t have to hold back, either. Did you say you guys are short of two more judges? We have not eaten our lunch yet, should we be your judges, then? We can’t say flowery words, but we know what good food is,” Habeng said to Mag.

  “Alright, let’s do this.” Mag nodded. Although their relationships were a little complicated, Habeng’s words sounded quite reasonable. The stage was already set, so they had to go on with it.

  Mag went in. Soon, Miya and the gang helped him carry out a small oven and utensils. They, too, set up everything at the restaurant’s entrance.

  Once everything was set, Mag looked at Fabian and Eugene, who were equally ready, and said, “Let’s begin.”


  “Alright.” Eugene nodded and took out a live chicken from the burlap sack. He twisted its neck, and that chicken stopped moving immediately. He began to let out blood and disemboweled it. After this simple maneuver, he stuffed a packet of spices into the chicken’s stomach. He coated it directly with a layer of mud without depluming it, and then wrapped it in a thick layer of clay. Finally, he put it into the simple oven and began to bake it.

  The entire process was simple and rough, but due to the fluid actions, the surrounding crowd was rather impressed.

  By contrast, Mag proceeded on at his own leisure pace.

  The Three Yellow Chicken was just deplumed and washed. It was rubbed with a layer of spices and condiments thoroughly. Its stomach was stuffed with plenty of spices before a tender green lotus leaf was used to wrap it up, and secured with a cotton string. Then, a layer of yellow mud was used to coat all over the lotus leaf.

  This yellow mud seemed to be cleaner and more delicate than the yellow mud used by the orc brothers. It was applied evenly on the exterior of the lotus leaf, and it looked just like an oval giant egg with a smooth surface.

  “Their methods look similar, but Mamy Restaurant’s boss did it in a way that’s more comfortable to look at. I wouldn’t dare to eat a chicken that wasn’t deplumed.”


  “You’re right. It’s wrapped with mud directly. It looked a little scary. Is that mud really clean?”


  “The yellow mud that the restaurant’s boss used looked very sophisticated. My dad makes porcelain bowls for a living, but the mud he used isn’t even as good as this.”


  The surrounding crowd was discussing quietly. Although their methods looked similar, judging by their processes, the crowd slowly began to form their own expectations.

  “Big Brother, why did he remove the chicken’s feathers? And even wrapped the chicken with a leaf? A roast chicken made in that manner would have no soul,” Eugene whispered to Fabian.

  “But you heard what the customers said. They seemed to prefer the roast chicken made in that manner.” Fabian shook his head thoughtfully.

  “It shouldn’t be……” Eugene heard the customers’ quiet discussion too, and he felt incredulous.

  The staff of Mamy Restaurant were all watching at the side and cheering Mag on softly.

  “E…… egg!”


  Gina stared at the chicken, which was placed into the oven by Mag, with shiny eyes. That was the hope of Lantisde. So, it wasn’t a natural egg, but one made by Mr. Mag.

  A roast chicken that is wrapped up in yellow mud is so different from the roast duck. Boss alway manages to outdo himself every single time. He is so formidable! Miya gazed at Mag with admiration.

  “D-delicious!” Gina did a thumbs-up, giving her approval as the only person who had tasted the beggar’s chicken there.

  Both parties waited quietly for the roast chicken to be done after Mag placed his chicken into the oven too.

  The bustle attracted the attention of many passers-by. Mamy Restaurant had just made a hit on the Delicious Cuisine Rankings, so many restaurant owners rushed over to watch after hearing that Mag was having a duel. They wanted to see for themselves if this Mamy Restaurant’s owner indeed had the capability to take all the top spots.

  The beggar’s chicken was still baking in the oven, but the crowd was getting larger and larger.

  In order to increase their efficiency at roasting chicken, the Fabian brothers had just changed to a magic oven too. Although it became more difficult to control the heat, the efficiency was indeed much higher. A roast chicken could be done if they blasted the heat to the highest level.

  “Alright, time to take it out of the oven!”


  Fabian calculated the timing and switched off the heat of the oven. He opened the oven door, and a wave of heat washed over him.

  Eugene took an iron spike, poked it into the oven, and pulled a roast chicken out. The aroma of the roast chicken rushed out from the area that was poked, which made everyone’s eyes light up.

  Those at the very front of the crowd were the customers who hadn’t eaten their lunch. All their stomachs began to growl after the aroma came over them. They gazed at the baked dark brown mud loaf hungrily.

  “That is a rather special method to roast a chicken. I wonder which restaurant these two chefs came from? I will go and try it out when I get the time.”


  Many customers were amazed too, and were also discussing making time to go and try it out.

  “Do I need to wait for you?” Fabian asked Mag.

  “You don’t need to. Roast chicken tastes the best when it just comes out of the oven. Mine needs a while longer.” Mag shook his head. He didn’t want to take advantage of him.

  A roast chicken that just came out of the oven and a roast chicken that had turned cold were two entirely different foods.

  “Alright.” Fabian nodded as he took a sharp piece of wood and poked into the part Eugene had just poked open with the iron spike. He pulled it out, and a mud casing fell off together with the chicken feathers. The aroma of roast chicken spread out immediately.

  Eugene passed him a plate, and Fabian placed the roast chicken that was removed from the mud casing on it. The crimson roast chicken was a little dry, and not a single feather was left on the body. There was a rich roast chicken aroma that made everyone stretch out their necks to have a look.

  “It smells so good! I didn’t expect a roast chicken could give out such an aroma.”


  “I regret not volunteering myself as a judge earlier!”


  “On the rankings today, there wasn’t a roast chicken from Mamy Restaurant on it, right? Does this boss really know how to roast chicken?”


  The customers were discussing softly as they salivated at the roast chicken in front of Fabian.

  Fabian took out a knife and made a few cuts on the roast chicken. He put pieces of the chicken on different plates and placed them in front of the five judges, who had already taken their seats.

  “Please taste it.”


  A confident smile appeared on Fabian’s face.

  Roasting chicken was something that he had been doing since he was little.