Chapter 1710 - If This Mutton Stew Isn’t Popular, I’ll Eat Sh*t On A Handstand!

"The rank odor of the mutton is really gone, and the mutton fragrance is richer. Although it hasn't officially undergone cooking, I am already completely okay with the smell," Harrison praised in the horse-drawn carriage as he held the mutton.

"Boss Mag is Boss Mag indeed. His magnanimity is really something normal chefs can't compare to," Gjerj lamented. Not everyone could share their experiences so selflessly with others.

"He is a good person and an impressive chef." Leiden nodded his head. His respect and admiration for Mag could not be described with words.

"Brother Leiden. Let's go back to my place and redo this pot of mutton, should we?" Harrison said with anticipation.

"Alright." Leiden nodded. He was also looking forward to the taste of mutton with the rank odor gone.

The horse-drawn carriage pulled over in front of Harrison's factory. Everyone got off and scrubbed the pot clean. After that, Leiden and his son started to prepare the mutton with their method. However, on top of their original recipe, they added some dried orange peel into the pot.

This time, Harrison and Gjerj did not go into the factory. Instead, they brought out two chairs and sat by the fire as they waited for the mutton to cook in the pot.

After around two hours, Leiden took a whiff of the smell and nodded. After that, he extinguished the fire, and lifted the pot lid.

A rich mutton fragrance rose with the steam and diffused everywhere.

"What's that smell?!"

Harrison and Gjerj stood up subconsciously as they looked into the pot.

The rich fragrance of the meat was exceptionally enticing, and this time, there wasn't even a hint of rank odor. It was purely the fragrance of meat.

The meat's fragrance was even more prominent with all the spices added, and had more layers to it, making one salivate.

"It smells so good." Moore also swallowed his saliva. He once thought that the mutton stew his father made was already the best, and no one could make mutton stew better than that.

However, now that the rank odor was gone, he realized the quality of his father's mutton stew had really increased by leaps and bounds.

"I already can't wait to try." Harrison picked up his bowl, and used his chopsticks to fish out a piece of meat from the pot.

The color of the mutton was a little darker than before. The bright red meat was gleaming because of the layer of oil coating on it. The lines and texture on the mutton's surface were very clear, and even the long hours of simmering did not make the meat disintegrate.

Harrison took a bite, and his eyes lit up.

The texture of the mutton was still as good. It was soft yet not mushy, and tender yet not dry. The meat could be bitten into easily, and the gravy exploded in his mouth the moment he bit into the meat.

Suddenly, his taste buds all went into a frenzy.

Delicious!

This was the ultimate delicacy!

The natural spices had heightened the freshness of the mutton, and gave it many layers of flavors.

Within these spices, there was also a hint of refreshingness from the orange peel.

This was not a strong taste, but it made the mutton refreshing, giving it a different feel.

Compared to the mutton that required the taste buds to differentiate between the delectable taste and the rank odor at the same time, this mutton was the best mutton stew that Harrison had ever tried. Even the mutton in Boss Mag's mutton soup might not be as flavorful as this without the dipping sauce.

Harrison closed his eyes and chewed on the mutton carefully before swallowing it. After a while, he opened his eyes, looked at the other three, who had faces of anticipation, and gave a thumbs-up as he said, "If this mutton stew isn't popular, I'll eat sh*t on a handstand!"

"Hehe, it looks like things are looking up for the mutton restaurant," Gjerj said with a smile. He put a piece of mutton into his mouth as well.

"Mmm…"

Although the mutton was still a little scalding, Gjerj could not bear to spit out the meat in his mouth.

The flavors wreaked havoc in his mouth, and Gjerj closed his eyes subconsciously and smiled as he indulged in the joy that the mutton brought.

"The mutton is very fresh and delicious after the rank odor was removed. There was only that tiny bit of rank odor left. It should've been removed by the dried orange peel. I can't even sense any of the rank odor. If we hadn't been the ones who bought the sheep, I would have suspected that Boss Mag swapped the meat." Gjerj licked his lips with a smile, and said, "Is there any rice? I think I can finish three bowls of rice with this mutton stew."

"Go to the canteen to check if there's any rice and bring us a pot," Harrison told the coachman. The latter acknowledged, and quickly walked into the factory building.

Leiden looked at Harrison and Gjerj, who seemed like they could not get enough of the stew, and smiled. This time, the two bosses were really satisfied.

"Bro, you guys should try it too. This mutton is really completely different." Harrison stuffed a pair of chopsticks each into Leiden's and Moore's hands.

"It's superb!" Moore tried a piece, and almost chewed his tongue out. The rich fragrance of the mutton and the delectable taste lingering in his mouth caught him by surprise.

They were both mutton stews, but this one was way better and more delicious than the one his father made in the past.

The rank odor, which he had neglected in the past, came back to his memories like rat poop, becoming intolerable.

Leiden took a bite of the mutton, and was deep in thought for a very long time.

"Bro, what's wrong?" Harrison asked with concern seeing that Leiden was not talking.

"Nothing. I just felt a little bad." Leiden shook his head. "In the past, I always thought that I made the best mutton in the tribe, but now I understand that I was just consoling myself. Only a chef like Boss Mag could be considered a chef."

"Then you're wrong. It's already very impressive for a chef to be able to do one dish well. An all-rounded chef like Boss Mag is a talent that's hard to come by. Comparing yourself to him would only make it hard for yourself." Harrison shook his head with a smile, and said with a pat on his chest, "I can guarantee that if we joined hands to open a restaurant, this mutton stew would definitely become popular."

"I… don't think I can." Leiden was still unconfident.

"Both of us have faith in your skills, and also in our mouths. Just with this pot of mutton stew, if you can guarantee its quality, both of us will split the cost in half and open a mutton restaurant with you. You can take half of the shares, and we'll share the other half." Gjerj patted his chest confidently and looked at Harrison. "You're fine with that, right?"

"You're thinking exactly what I was thinking. You don't have to worry about opening the restaurant. Just leave it to us. All you need to do is strengthen your culinary skills over this period of time, and ensure that every pot of mutton tastes the same. Then, we can open right away," Harrison said with a nod and a smile.

"Father, I think this works. If both of us were to save up for the mutton restaurant, God knows when we'd be able to open it," Moore persuaded seeing that Leiden was still hesitant.

Leiden looked at the three encouraging gazes, and hesitated for a while. In the end, he nodded, and said, "Sure. We'll do as the two bosses have said, but I can't take half of the shares of the restaurant. This mutton stew could become this good because of Boss Mag's recipe. I'll have to split at least half of my half with him."