1010 The Host Complaining About Chefs Again

After walking around in the bazaar for an entire morning, they were prepared to eat a mud-covered roast chicken made by two orcs. This roast chicken was prepared very similarly to the beggar’s chicken, and it gave Mag a surprise.

However, that was only with the preparation method.

The control of the heat is terrible. The chicken meat is too dry and the texture is all gone. The condiments are too simple and basic. And what the hell is that grayish-black spicy condiment? Never mind that it’s not wrapped in the lotus leaves, but why weren’t the feathers removed? Although the feathers dropped off cleanly after the mud was knocked off, is it really fine to eat this chicken that wasn’t cleaned properly?

Mag complained silently in his heart after watching the orc’s preparation method. He had already lost his appetite for the roast chicken in his hand.

Right at this moment, the two orcs roasting the chickens furiously shouted at Mag, “What did you say!?”

The people surrounding them were also staring at Mag with interest.

Mag looked at the two muscular orcs, who were almost two meters tall, stunned. Shaking his head, he said, “Did I say anything?”

He was only complaining in his heart. Perhaps these two chaps knew mind-reading? Mag was confused.

“Father, you said their roast chicken is not nice,” Amy whispered as she bit into the drumstick.

“Huh?” Mag raised his eyebrow. Did he really say it out loud?

The bald orc on the left cracked his fists as he shouted at Mag, “Who are you? Are you out to find trouble with us brothers? This is the traditional method of making mud-covered roast chicken passed down by our ancestors. The secret condiment is even the best in this world. In our tribe, we are the best at roasting chicken. You have to apologize to us properly today!”

“Ding!”

“This system had detected the host complaining about chefs again, and it triggered a hidden mission: please create a perfect beggar’s chicken within three days. The system will provide a beggar’s chicken recipe and experience bag, but there will be no opportunity to use the test field for the God of Cookery! (f)ir(e).nᴇt

“If the mission is successful, the host will receive a chance to spin the God of Cookery upgrade wheel. You will receive a recipe if you accumulate two chances at spinning the upgrade wheel. However, if you fail, 0.5 strength point will be deducted, and you’ll have to apologize to the chefs seriously.”

Right at this moment, the system’s voice appeared in Mag’s head.

Damn! You are framing me, System!

Mag raised his eyebrow as he finally understood. The system had broadcast his thoughts, and thus he said out all the thoughts he had earlier. This was akin to trashing their livelihood directly in their faces!

Even in the past, he seldom trashed people’s livelihood directly in their faces because if a conflict arose, those people who were wishing for his death every day would be all rushing out of the kitchens with their cleavers. His millions of online fans wouldn’t be able to protect him.

Hence, he usually complained on Weibo after he got back.

However, he wasn’t overly concerned as those two orcs were only normal orcs with 2nd-tier prowess. Even Amy could easily defeat ten of them.

But Mag was a civilized person, after all. Their roast chicken was badly done due to their lack of culinary skills. They didn’t have to fight over such trivial issues.

However, this chicken was indeed badly done.

Since the system had already broadcast it out and even issued such a nonsensical mission, there was no point in Mag trying to hide anymore. He stepped out before Amy could conjure up a fireball, and smilingly said, “I am naturally considered your customer since I have bought this roast chicken from you. You do not dictate if this roast chicken is delicious or not. Your customers will judge for themselves after they try it. What I have said earlier was what I felt after eating your roast chicken.

“You are running a business, not being robbers, so why can’t people comment?”

The surrounding people nodded. Although Mag’s words were a little overboard, they were reasonable. Would it be a joke if the sellers dictated whether it was delicious?

That orc didn’t seem to be as righteous as he was earlier after seeing Mag’s calm demeanor. After all, they were in Chaos City, and not in their tribe where they could fight it out whenever they were unhappy.

However, selling this mud-covered roast chicken was the two brothers’ livelihood. They naturally would feel unhappy when someone badmouthed them like this. They had to seek an explanation and make Mag apologize to protect their reputation.

The orc at the side rolled up his sleeves and walked out. He glared at Mag with his bull-sized[1] eyes, and said, “Pr*ck, you are trying to malign us! Are you able to find another roast chicken that is better than ours in Chaos City? I think you are asking for a beating. Duel with me if you are a man and let me tear your nonsense-sprouting mouth apart!”

“Don’t be rash, Eugene.” The other orc, Fabian, stopped him with his outstretched arms. His younger brother was a little hot-headed and easily agitated by others.

Mag hadn’t even said a word when Amy at the side already excitedly said to Eugene, “Duel? Yes, yes! Father will be considered as bullying you if he duels with you. Why don’t we fight it out. I super love fighting! As long as you don’t say that I am bullying you.”

Everyone was looking at Amy with eyes wide open. She had silver hair, big blue eyes, and exquisite features, and was wearing a bunny hat and holding a chicken leg. She looked so adorable!

This little one hadn’t even reached the waist of the orc, and yet she wanted to fight on her father’s behalf? She even told the orc not to deem her a bully?

Although she sounded arrogant, she looked super cute doing that.

There was a hint of smile on Mag’s lips too. Amy wasn’t being arrogant. This little one had a 5th-tier prowess now. She could indeed be considered as a bully if they really fought it out.

Eugene stared at Amy as his mouth twitched before raising his head to speak to Mag, “Is this how you behave as a father? How could you use this adorable little one as a shield? Fight your own battle if you are capable. I don’t hit women and children!”

He is rather principled. Mag felt a little like laughing. However, this brother’s principles had saved his own face. Otherwise, how awkward would he be if he was defeated by a four-year-old girl.

“I came out for an excursion today, and not for a fight. I am also a cook. I didn’t control my mouth and have offended you. However, since I have already said these comments, I will not take them back. They are indeed my feelings after I tried this dish. If you feel unjustified, bring your stuff and look for me at Aden Square’s Mamy Restaurant,” Mag said to Fabian. “We chefs, of course, will duel in our own ways. Let’s have a roast chicken duel.”

[1] Probably meaning: as big as a bull’s eyeballs.