Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  “Is that the soup that Mamy Restaurant’s boss is going to use for the duel? Why is no one watching over it? Aren’t they too nonchalant?”


  “Yes. I came here to support the Sith Restaurant’s freshwater seafood soup. It is the irreplaceable number one soup in my heart.”


  “I heard the boss is going to use a new dish to compete with Boss Sith. He is a little too confident.”


  “There is no aroma at all. Is he just cooking water?”


  Many in the crowd came to watch a show after hearing about the duel. This restaurant was still closed, and there was nobody in sight. There was only a stove set up at the entrance with a wine urn cooking on top of it. The surrounding crowd was discussing in hushed voices to pass time before the duel could start.

  The restaurant’s regulars behaved rather calmly. Even though not many people had tried the ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ yesterday, the aroma that caused a prisoner to break out from the prison next door, and resulted in the simultaneous appearance of the city lord, lord of the Gray Temple, and the warden lingered in everybody’s mind.

  “Excuse me, Sith Restaurant is coming through.” Right at this moment, a horse-drawn carriage came; a bald guy was yelling loudly on it. Everyone gave way, and the carriage stopped at the restaurant’s entrance.

  Sith came out from the carriage, and was stunned by the wine urn in front of the door. Could this be the soup that Mag was going to use to duel with him? This was the first time that he had ever seen cookware like this.

  “Heh. All he knows is using unusual things to attract attention.” The bald guy smirked as he began to offload all kinds of kitchenware with a young chap. Very soon, a very professional stove was set up in front of Mamy Restaurant. Pots and pans and all kinds of different knives and kitchenware were present.

  “That’s right. That looks like a professional chef. How is putting an urn here competing?” Everyone’s interest was piqued after watching the Sith Restaurant’s people work.

  Cooking was nothing unusual, but creating delicious food was a very demanding art form.

  The same kitchenware, the same ingredients, and even the same steps could result in totally different taste when different people made it.

  Sith Restaurant had become a well-known restaurant from a small restaurant in Chaos City because it had ranked second on the Soup rankings.

  Everyone was curious about how the famous freshwater seafood soup was made.

  Sith looked at the tightly shut restaurant’s door, and retrieved his gaze. He began to check on the kitchenware and spices, and then said to the bald guy, “Are the ingredients ready?”


  “I have already told them. They should be on their way here now. Old Joseph alway fishes at the cleanest area. The quality is the best.” The bald guy nodded.

  “Boss Sith, I have delivered the fish and shrimp you requested.” Right at this moment, a voice spoke up, and everyone split up to let an old man with white hair carrying a wooden bucket through. He heaved a breath of relief after putting down the bucket.

  There were river shrimp, fish, and flower clams swimming happily in half a bucketful of clear and clean water.

  “Wah, this river is really very clean, and these freshwater seafood items are so fresh too.”


  “These were just caught from the river? Only the freshly caught ones are so energetic.”


  “The Sith Restaurant is indeed using the freshest ingredients. We can see how clean and fresh they are. No wonder the soup alway tastes so fresh and tasty.”


  The people stepped forward to have a look and started praising them.

  “Thank you very much, Old Joseph.” Sith also smiled after seeing the freshwater seafood in the wooden bucket. Old Joseph always delivered the best quality freshwater seafood. This time was no exception too.

  The bald guy paid Old Joseph, and then poured the fishes and shrimps carefully into a pre-prepared wooden basin.

  After the stove and the ingredients were set up, Sith took a look at the time. It was still 10 minutes before the agreed time.

  “Oh, they are already all set up?” Robert walked out from the crowd, and looked at Sith who was all prepared. His gaze then landed on that wine urn set up at the entrance, and he was taken aback. What was Boss Mag trying to do this time?

  “There are so many people here. Are they afraid nobody will know that they are going to lose?” Febid said with annoyance, and arranged his clothes after he squeezed in from the crowd with much difficulty.

  A middle-aged woman wearing a white mink coat walked out from the crowd, and smilingly said, “The fight between the first and the second on the Soup Rankings is really one duel that I look forward to.”


  “Yes. I heard that Mr. Mag has a new item again. I am looking forward to it too.” Old Master Avis walked out with a smile and greeted Robert.

  “All my respected seniors are here. It makes me look out of place. Boss Sith should have told me, or how else would I dare to show off in front of you.” A young man in blue long robes walked out smilingly.

  “Wow, what an amazing lineup of judges!”


  “The president of Food Association, Mr. Robert, the vicious food critic, Mr. Febid, the queen of the culinary who just returned from Rodu, Candice, former chef of Reid’s roast pig, Old Master Avis, and…… Randy who just became the special columnist for the magazine ‘Meatatarianism’. This lineup…… is indeed awe-inspiring”


  The surrounding crowd was all shocked to see the five people who came. They didn’t expect a duel like this would attract judges of such high standards. It seemed like Boss Sith really wanted the experts’ verification on the outcome of this duel if he invited them.

  Robert glanced at his watch, and doubtfully said, “It’s almost time. Boss Mag is still not coming out yet?”


  “Seems like the boss of this restaurant is quite proud. He is still not coming out after the judges have arrived.” Candice looked at the tightly shut door with a smile.

  “Ding.”


  Right at this time, the restaurant’s door opened outwards, and Mag, who was wearing his chef’s uniform, walked out. He was slightly shocked to see the huge crowd who had gathered to watch the duel. Then, his gaze landed on Robert and the gang. Smiling, he said, “All of you must be today’s judges.”


  “Yes, Boss Mag. The judges have arrived and the duel is about to start. Could you please provide seating for the judges?” Sith said to Mag.

  “It’s my pleasure,” Mag said, and then turned with a smile to the bald guy who was smirking at the side. “My service staff are all ladies, can this strong gentleman help us move the tables and chairs, please?”


  “Me?” The bald guy was taken aback.

  “Just go. The duel is starting soon,” Sith said when the other party was about to refuse.

  “Yes.” The bald guy swallowed his words. He called the two young servers to help place the few tables at the door together to make up the judges’ table.

  All the judges took their seats.

  Robert was sitting in the middle. He said to both Mag and Sith, “Boss Mag and Boss Sith are both exceptional chefs. Today, we are having a culinary duel with soup. The five of us will be your judges, and we will decide the outcome by voting. Do the two of you agree with this?”