Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 1483: Would We Have To Call Him Grandmaster?

Vanessa looked at Harris and Mag cautiously. Although it did not seem like the right time to say such things, she really wanted to try the 18-year-old maiden’s dress and husband and wife lung slice.

She would definitely regret it if she missed this opportunity.

“Of course you can, young lady. This is what I promised you,” Harris said with a chuckle. He looked at Mag, and said, “Young friend, do you mind?”

“Miss Vansa is our restaurant’s regular. Of course I wouldn’t mind,” Mag said with a smile.

“What bliss? That’s akin to being the sixth judge.”

The audience watched Vanessa with envy, and wished that they were the ones who could try the dishes instead so they would know how these two dishes tasted.

“Thank you,” Vanessa thanked him happily before walking to the judges’ table. She first bowed a little to the judges, and then picked up a clean pair of chopsticks. She chose a piece of white radish first. It was cut into a rhombus and looked crystal clear. It even had a light fragrance.

“What a beautiful radish,” Vanessa exclaimed before she put the radish into her mouth.

Crunch.

It was a crisp sound. The sweet and sour radish was very crispy and refreshing. The sweetness of the radish blended perfectly with the slightly sour sauce, which woke her taste buds. It was refreshing and appetizing—exactly what she had in mind for her expectations of an appetizer.

Of course, the most important part was its beautiful presentation. The appearance of the dress was not affected even though a part of it was already eaten. It merely looked like a short dress, and that gave off a different vibe which was equally pleasing to the eye.

“This is the most beautiful and most refreshing cold dish I’ve ever eaten,” Vanessa said as she turned back to look at Harris with a smile.

Harris smiled. He was very satisfied with Vanessa’s comments.

“Let me try the husband and wife lung slice now.” Vanessa looked at the plate of husband and wife lung slice that was almost gone. The judges only stopped eating it and left her with five to six slices after hearing that she was going to try the dishes too.

The bright red chili oil was the most beautiful color to her. Ever since her dental problems were cured, she had been indulging in spicy hot pot. She would feel terrible without having spicy hot pot for a day. In fact, her love for spicy hot pot had earned her the nickname chili padi, and she was fairly famous among hot pot lovers. Follow current s on ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

She loved the nickname, and felt very accomplished because it was her first nickname ever.

“Tripe!” Vanessa’s gaze was locked on the plate that was only left with a tripe. She quickly picked it up and inspected it.

The bright red oil was the most beautiful layer of coat, and the tripe was filled with tiny holes. It was very beautiful, and it was even giving off an enticing spicy scent.

“This tripe smells different from the one in hot pot, but it’s equally delectable,” Vanessa mumbled before putting the tripe into her mouth seriously.

First came the familiar taste of chili oil. It was much milder compared to the insanely spicy level, but it was still fragrant and rich.

As she bit into the tripe, the chewiness made her eyes light up.

The slightly thicker tripe had a surprising texture compared to the usual thin slice. It was crispy and chewy, making the chewing experience remarkable.

The tripe, which was braised, was richer in flavor compared to the thinner one for hot pot, and the more you chewed it, the more flavorful it became.

Vanessa felt as though the world had suddenly become quiet, and she was the only one left as she enjoyed the happiness of chewing the tripe.

Gulp.

Everyone could not help but swallow their saliva as they watched Vanessa eating blissfully.

“This tripe can really be on par with the one you eat in hot pot. It’s so delicious I have no words to describe it. It’s just like... just like...” Vanessa opened her eyes, and looked at all the expectant faces. She blushed as she thought for a while before her eyes widened, and she said, “Just like tripe!”

Everyone erupted into laughter. What a beautiful and cute lady.

Vanessa stuck her tongue out with embarrassment, but that was the only word she could find to describe it.

Vanessa was very self-aware, and put her chopsticks down after just having a piece of tripe before going back to join the crowd. In any case, once Boss Mag released a new dish, he wouldn’t hide it, so once this dish was released, she would definitely have her fill.

However, before she returned to the audience, she could not help but look at Mag, and curiously asked, “Boss Mag, there is no husband and wife, nor are there lungs in this husband and wife lung slice. Why did you name it as such?”

Everyone also looked at Mag curiously. They also wanted to know the answer.

Although the regulars of Mamy Restaurant knew that Boss Mag had always named his dishes strangely like with the incomprehensible Peking duck and Yangzhou fried rice, this time it was a little too absurd.

“It’s just like how a perch hook doesn’t just catch perches, the husband and wife lung slice also isn’t a literal name,” Mag said with a smile.

“Oh,” Vanessa answered softly. That did seem to be the case.

“Congratulations, young friend. You won the second round,” Harris said generously as he looked at Mag.

“You’re too kind.” Mag bowed. He did not look down on Harris at all. The husband and wife lung slice helped him to win to a certain extent. If he had made a dish that was equally light in flavor, it would definitely have paled in comparison beside the 18-year-old maiden’s dress.

Harris’s disciples looked at Mag a little nervously.

Although they had absolute faith in their master, this young chef’s capabilities did shock them.

It was not because they had a lot on the line, but because Mag added another bet to the duel. If their master lost...

“Second Senior, if Master lost, would we have to call him Grandmaster?” the youngest disciple asked worriedly.

“That’s the case according to hierarchy.” That senior’s nostrils flared nervously.

“We’ve each won a round now, so the third round on soup will be the deciding round.” Harris looked at Mag with a smile. “No matter who loses the competition today, we will have to become master and disciple. If you become my master, what do you intend to teach me?”

Mag thought for a while, and pointed to the plate at the side, saying, “I can teach you how to make the husband and wife lung slice.”

This would probably be the dish where the ingredients could be easily obtained. As for the procedures, it would not be a problem for a chef at Harris’s level.

“In that case, even if I lose the third round, I’ll feel like I’ve gained something.” Harris laughed heartily. His gaze slowly became resolute as he said, “However, I will still give my all for this round. If I win, you can learn any dish I know how to make.”