Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 556 Don’t Try to Take My Father From Me

“Boss Mag is back!”

All of the customers’ eyes lit up as they dispersed to open up a path. Mag strolled along the path with his bicycle, and all of the customers stood by as if they were welcoming their king.

Mag looked at Ricky with a calm expression. He had some recollection of this fatso whom he had slammed flying with his door last time, but he didn’t think that he would be back to cause more trouble. Furthermore, he was challenging him to a cooking contest.

He had just learned how to cook roast beef kebabs, and this guy was challenging him to a contest of roast meat?

Mag had initially wanted to refuse a pointless challenge like this. However, the system had suddenly given him a new mission.

“Accept Ricky’s challenge and defeat him! Successful completion of the mission will earn you half of half of a strength point! (Note: an entire half of a strength point must be earned before it can be used).”

Mag was a little perplexed by the concept of 0.25 of a strength point, but it was still a portion of a strength point, and this mission had almost zero difficulty, so Mag gladly accepted it. Furthermore, he had to teach this arrogant fat bastard a lesson. Otherwise, everyone would think that it would be alright to stomp all over his restaurant.

Furthermore, he was also rather tempted by the conditions offered by Ricky. If he were to win the challenge, he would be granted ownership of a restaurant that had once made it into the top 30 on the Aden Square food competition rankings board, as well as all of the furniture, utensils, and appliances in the restaurant. That was quite a massive bet. He could use that to expand his restaurant, or either rent or sell it. In any case, it would net him quite a significant profit.

“Looks like Boss Mag really did go to procure ingredients. I knew that Boss Mag wouldn’t back down from a challenge!”

“As expected of Boss Mag, but did he procure ingredients so he could cook roast meat this time?”

“The roast meat from Ricky’s Rotisserie is actually quite good. Their roast meat is second only to the roast meat in Ducas Restaurant. I wonder if Boss Mag has a trump card up his sleeve; I don’t want to be unable to dine at Mamy Restaurant in the future!”

“I feel like we’ve got a good show on our hands! It sure was worth the trip!”

All of the customers instantly burst into conversation at the sight of Mag, whose boots were stained with mud, thereby indicating that he had just returned from the wilderness. Some people were also rather concerned for him. However, most of them were looking forward to a spectacular contest. After all, cooking contests weren’t common occurrences in the Aden Square.

Ricky’s eyelids twitched at the sight of the newly arrived Mag. He didn’t anticipate Mag to accept his challenge so decisively. Furthermore, from his appearance, he really did look as if he had been out for the entire day. Mag’s words also put a blush on his face. The contest hadn’t even begun yet, and this guy was already making fun of him. He was very displeased with Mag’s air of absolute confidence.

Before Ricky had a chance to reply, Amy cautioned, “Uncle Fatso, don’t try to take my father from me! Father is mine and mine only, so don’t even think about it!”

“Pwahahaha, Amy is so adorable!”

“She really is Mag’s daughter; her tongue is just as sharp as his, but she’s still so adorable!”

The customers all burst into laughter. Even Ricky’s employee was struck by the urge to laugh, and he had to suppress it by looking up into the sky and pinching his own leg.

“You... You... You...” Ricky was about to retaliate with some words of his own, but he was trembling with rage and unable to muster up a coherent sentence.

Mag was very pleased with Amy’s performance. He looked at Ricky with a serious expression as he said, “I accept your challenge, but how are we going to decide on the time and location? And what are the specific stakes here? We have to settle all that first, and then draft up an official document. If you have no objections, we can decide on those details now.”

Ricky took a deep breath to calm himself down. He looked at Mag’s calm expression, and his mind was already racing. This guy appears to be completely unprepared; are you telling me that he can also cook roast meat? Impossible! I’ve done thorough research on him, and none of the dishes in his restaurant have anything to do with roast meat. He doesn’t even have a roasting oven in his kitchen. Even if he’s a genius, good roast meat cannot be cooked with talent alone, and is not something that can be mastered in a day or two. This guy must be faking his calm facade to try and maintain his dignity in front of his customers. If that’s the case, then I’ve got this contest in the bag! This restaurant regularly appears in the Aden Square food competition ranking board and is clearly more profitable than my Ricky’s Rotisserie, so the stakes are weighed in my favor.

“I stand firm by the three conditions that I stated earlier. The winner gets ownership rights over the loser’s entire restaurant, including the building, utensils, furniture, appliances, and staff. As for how the contest will be held, I think the fairest way to do things would be to pick five people among the customers present as judges who will vote to decide which of our roast meats is better. The one with the most votes will win. You can decide on the time and location.” Ricky was brimming with confidence.

“Alright, then let’s hold the contest in an hour from now right in front of Mamy Restaurant. We’ll have an outdoor contest. However, I need to take a shower and change into some fresh clothes. You can get your people to carry your stuff over here in the meantime. Once time is up, we’ll begin.” Mag wasn’t interested in Ricky’s recipes, nor did he want a fat idiot as a son. However, he was interested in claiming the ownership rights over his restaurant.

“An outdoor contest?” A hesitant expression appeared on Ricky’s face. The roast meat recipes from his rotisserie had been passed down for three generations, and had always been kept confidential. But now that Mag was requesting an outdoor battle, wouldn’t the entire process be revealed for everyone to see?

Mag’s proposition also sent a stir running through the customers present. In the past, cooking contests had always been held within a restaurant, and the customers could only see the complete dishes. However, Mag was proposing something different in the form of an outdoor cooking contest. That would undoubtedly make the process more interesting for the spectators. Furthermore, they were also very interested in seeing how Mag was able to produce such delicious food.

The contest was going to be held in an hour, so the waiting time wasn’t very long. This was surely going to be an epic contest that was worth staying around for.

An outdoor cooking contest will definitely attract more attention. Perhaps this will be a good way to enhance Ricky’s Rotisserie’s popularity. Furthermore, even if he does know how to roast meat, there’s no way he can match my recipe that has been passed down for three generations. A series of thoughts flashed through Ricky’s mind before he finally nodded, and said, “Alright, an outdoor contest it will be!”