Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  “The Invincible God of Cookery lost to Mamy Restaurant’s Boss Mag 2:1!”


  The news rapidly spread around all the gambling dens in Chaos City, and triggered a commotion.

  There weren’t many big events happening in Chaos City recently, so many people had bet on this duel. It naturally caused quite a commotion when the result was revealed.

  The Invincible God of Cookery was very famous, and had never lost a duel before, and thus many people bet on him. They didn’t expect he would lose to the underdog who was the boss of Mamy Restaurant.

  However, the gambling dens’ bosses, who usually made a killing when the underdog won, were all pulling a long face this time.

  “Sigh. Why was there a weirdo who actually bet 30,000,000 on the Mamy Restaurant’s boss? I’m losing my pants this time.” A bald boss sighed miserably.

  Although the odds had been lowered when this bet entered the gambling dens, they would still have to pay out 60,000,000 with the triple real-time odds then.

  Even though they had received plenty of bets on the duel today, regardless of how they added the sums together, they couldn’t reach 60,000,000. They still had to lose an additional 30,000,000.

  “Boss, do you think that they were faking a duel to play us?” a small fry prompted.

  “That’s right. Or else, how could it be so coincident that someone actually bet 30,000,000 just before that? This is the first time our casino has ever seen such a big bet,” someone chimed in.

  The bald boss pondered with furrowed brows before nodding. “There’s really such a possibility. I want to see who dares to play such a stunt on me. I’m going to break his legs!”


  Similar events were taking place at all the gambling dens in Chaos City. Different from the usual gamblers who had lost their bets, the gambling dens’ bosses were all thinking about how to pay up that giant bet.

  ***

  Harris was already sweating profusely after finishing the whole bowl of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’. His face was flushing, and steam was emerging from the top of his head. He was looking rather unlike an expert.

  However, he already couldn’t care about his image of an expert. He quickly reached out to touch the top of his head.

  His wet head felt as if he had just washed his hair, and his remaining hair was stuck to his scalp. What surprised him was that he could feel some short fine hair on his originally as smooth as an egg scalp.

  “They really grow out!!!” Harris had an expression of disbelief. His smooth and beautiful hair had been falling out regularly since 30 years ago. First from the top, and then it spread to the rim until it spread all over the entire head.

  As a man who thought he was the most handsome man in the culinary world, of course Harris couldn’t accept that fact.

  He had also tried many formulas during his travels around Norland Continent all these years, but apart from accelerating the speed of the hair loss, he couldn’t find any methods that could successfully stop it. So, don’t even talk about regrowing hair.

  He didn’t expect that his hair would really grow out after drinking this bowl of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’. He could hardly control his excitement.

  “How’s the taste?” Mag smilingly asked. He had already regained his composure from the over-the-top situation and reined himself in. After all, given Harris’ resume and age, Mag didn’t have the confidence to behave like his master.

  “Master, if you had said you had such a miracle drug, there would’ve been no need for us to duel. I would’ve just acknowledged you as my master straight away.” Harris was looking at Mag with an aggrieved expression as if he was blaming Mag for hiding something precious from him.

  Mag shrugged to imply his helplessness.

  “Thank you for attending our duel today, everyone. I, Harris, admit my defeat wholeheartedly and acknowledge Boss Mag of Mamy Restaurant as my master,” Harris loudly addressed the crowd gathered around.

  “You let me win, so I don’t dare to call myself your master. I still have plenty to learn from you.” Mag also stopped smiling, and clasped his fists together at Harris in a salute.

  After a moment of silence at the entrance area, a round of enthusiastic applause broke out.

  People were looking at Harris and Mag with respect in their eyes.

  These two were real chefs who valued each other.

  The result didn’t seem to be so important anymore. How could their culinary skills simply be judged by one duel?

  “Boss Mag, I think it’s almost time for lunch now. Why don’t we go in and have our lunch together?” Michael smilingly said after glancing at the clock at the side. It was already 11am.

  “I’ve long heard that the Mamy Restaurant’s tofu pudding has already become the beauty holy grail of Chaos City’s women. I wonder if I will be able to try it today?” Scheer was also looking at Mag smilingly.

  Robert continued, “Speaking of it, I haven’t been to Mamy Restaurant for some time too. I heard that many new products were released recently, so I have to try them out.”


  The audience who were about to disperse halted after hearing that. They were really a little hungry after watching an exciting duel and food-tasting test. Mamy Restaurant was indeed a good choice for lunch, so why shouldn’t they stay to try out the delicacies made by the local chef who defeated the Invincible God of Cookery.

  Given the judges’ status, they would be welcomed with the highest honor anywhere they went. They deserved to request a lunch after putting aside their affairs to come as judges here today. This request was very reasonable.

  Mag smiled at everyone. “Thank you for making a trip here today. You indeed should have your lunch here. However, it’s still some time before the restaurant starts its operation, and we need to do some preparation before we start our service. If all of you don’t mind, you may line up and wait in line. The restaurant will start its operation at 11.30am sharp.”


  “He actually refused to let the judges have their lunches in advance?”


  People who didn’t know the restaurant’s rules were staring at Mag in a shock. There was actually a person who would reject City Lord Michael, Scheer Buffett, Jeffree, Novan, and Robert and ask them to line up for lunch?

  This boss was really too crazy?!

  “Boss Mag is indeed still Boss Mag.”


  The restaurant’s regulars all had a knowing expression. Even the Lord of Fire and the Lord of Ice were lining up at the restaurant’s entrance every day.

  “It is a very reasonable request. Then, we will wait for a while.” Michael smiled and took the lead to walk over to the restaurant’s entrance. He stood in front of the door, and became the first in line.

  As a father who had to occasionally accompany his daughter to eat the spicy grilled fish at the restaurant, he knew the restaurant’s rules very well, and agreed that such rules gave them a convenient and comfortable dining experience.

  “Good food is worth waiting for.” Scheer also went over, and stood a meter behind Michael.

  “It’s rare that I got a chance to stand so close to the start of the line. Seems like I’ve made the right decision to come today.” Robert went to stand behind Scheer smilingly.

  “If I remember correctly, we can have two lines.” Principal Novan chuckled as he stood next to Michael.

  Jeffree got up, and was about to leave, but Harris stopped him and chuckled. “Don’t run, Jeffree. We haven’t seen each other for years. Come on, let’s go try out my master’s skills, and we can have a couple of drinks together.”