Chapter 562 - It's Over For the Owner of Mamy Restaurant

The light of the evening sun shone upon the roast goat, applying a golden sheen to it. The rich aroma of roast meat wafted through the air in all directions, and all of the 1,000 or so bystanders gulped in unison.

“That smells so good! This is the first time I’ve heard of such amazing roast goat in the Aden Square. This aroma is already comparable to Ducas Restaurant’s roast pig. I feel like I’ve been missing out on a delicious and inexpensive delicacy.”

“Indeed. I’m definitely going to Ricky’s Rotisserie and ordering this dish tomorrow.”

“Boss Ricky is already done, but Boss Mag has only just begun; how are they supposed to compete with each other? I feel like the judges will get full on the roast lamb alone.”

A stir immediately began to run through the crowd. Some people had already decided that they were going to visit Ricky’s Rotisserie for their roast goat, while others were expressing concern for Mag, who had fallen far behind in the race.

“Could it be that Boss Mag really is roasting meat for the first time? His movements don’t look very proficient, and he took so long just to mix condiments together.” Harrison’s confidence in Mag was wavering for the first time.

All of Mamy Restaurant’s regular customers had also gradually fallen silent. The stakes on this contest included the ownership rights and recipes from both restaurants. If Mag were to lose, then Mamy Restaurant would cease to exist in Chaos City. They didn’t believe for a second that Ricky would be able to cook such delicious food after taking over from Mag.

“Come on… Go faster, Boss…” Yabemiya’s fists were tightly clenched as she looked at Mag with a tense expression. Meanwhile, Mag was still slowly tending to the kebabs over the fire as if he didn’t have a care in the world. She had never seen that oven in the kitchen before, so this brand-new piece of kitchenware had most likely just been created by Mag, which would indicate that this was his first time cooking this dish. Meanwhile, Ricky was a vastly experienced roast meat chef. No matter how much confidence she had in Mag, she still couldn’t help but feel nervous.

In contrast, Amy wasn’t nervous in the slightest. Both she and Ugly Duckling were staring intently at the kebabs on the rack, blinking and gulping with extraordinary synchronicity.

Is he merely confident or overly arrogant? I can’t tell what this man is thinking. Mag was still focused on roasting his kebabs, and had seemingly been completely unaffected by Ricky’s progress, striking Scheer with a sense of confusion. His eyes didn’t stray away from the roasting rack even for a single moment, and he didn’t appear to be exercising any urgency at all.

Fatso Ricky’s whole roast goat seems to be a little different from how it was in the past. Has he made improvements to it? Febid was looking at Ricky with a hint of surprise on his face. He took a whiff of the aroma of roast meat wafting through the air, and couldn’t help but nod with approval.

I’ve worked for three years on this refined version of my secret sauce that has been passed down for generations, and it’s the first time I’ve revealed it to the public! Your loss is inevitable. I didn’t think so many spectators would turn up today; this is a perfect opportunity to advertise my rotisserie. Even without claiming any rankings on the Aden Square food competition, my business will still experience a resurgence! Ricky’s smile grew wider with confidence as he heard the words of praise being directed at him.

He picked up a sharp knife and sliced through the goat’s succulent skin, slicing off five ribs which he placed into five separate dishes. He then also sliced off five portions of meat from the goat’s hind legs, and also placed them onto the dishes before indicating for his employee to carry them out.

The five plates of roast lamb were placed in front of the five judges, drawing the attention of all of the spectators. Everyone gradually grew silent as they eagerly awaited the reactions of the judging panel. All of the spectators present were foodies, and even if they couldn’t taste the dish, they could hear the reviews given by these professionals and use that as reference to decide which restaurants they should dine at in the future.

“This goat rib has a golden brown hue and smells delightful. It is a superb roast meat.” Shire nodded as he looked at the rib on his plate. His restaurant mainly specialized in roast beef, but both of them were roast meat chefs, so he could understand just what level of cooking skills had to be achieved in order to cook such an exemplary roast meat. There was no way such a perfect whole roast goat could be cooked without several decades of practice.

A smile appeared on Ricky’s face upon hearing that. Praise from a fellow roast meat chef was music to his ears.

The professor sliced off a portion of the rib and placed it into his mouth, upon which his eyes immediately lit up. After chewing carefully, he praised, “Hmm! This roast goat has very crispy yet extremely tender flesh. The flavor is amazing, and the tender mutton melts in the mouth. It’s absolutely irresistible. What’s even more amazing is the sauce; it’s different from what I’ve had at Ricky’s Rotisserie in the past. It’s rich yet not greasy, and preserves the flavor of the meat to the maximal extent, but enhances it and leaves a delicious aftertaste.”

Many people in the crowd immediately began to gulp upon hearing that. As expected of a food critic that could make people drool with his reviews alone, the professor really was earning his keep.

Ricky’s smile grew even wider. There were already two votes in the bag for him.

“Ricky’s Rotisserie has had three generations of owners, and each one had named the restaurant after their first name as if they’re afraid that people don’t know which fatso is running the place. However, what’s really surprising is that the flavor of the roast mutton, which has remained the same for several decades, has been improved by Fatso Ricky. Even though it’s only a slight change in the sauce, considering Barkly Family Rotisserie has always exercised a policy erring toward the side of caution, it’s still an extraordinary change to me. This roast lamb is not bad.” Febid gave his review with a nod after tasting a portion of the lamb rib.

Ricky’s expression darkened upon hearing that. If it weren’t for the second part of the review, Ricky would have most likely snapped right there and then. Even when this bastard was offering praise, he was still so annoying. However, it appeared that Febid’s vote was also in the bag.

“Even Febid has praised the roast mutton; it must really be quite good!”

“I’m starting to drool now.”

“Three of the judges have already expressed their approval of the roast goat. If the other two also arrive at the same conclusion, then I feel like it’s over for the owner of Mamy Restaurant.”

Another stir began to run through the crowd. The scales of victory were quickly tilting in Ricky’s favor as everyone turned to Scheer.

Scheer sliced off a small piece of leg meat in a graceful manner before preparing to eat it.

“Sizzle”

Right at that moment, a sizzling sound erupted, and a rich, fragrant aroma wafted through the air from Mag’s roasting rack. The aroma seemed to possess some sort of magic power as it squirmed its way into everyone’s nostrils.

“That smells so good! Is that Boss Mag’s roast meat? It’s incredible!”

Another stir ran through the entire crowd. This aroma was even more entrancing than that of Ricky’s whole roast goat, causing the spectators to salivate uncontrollably.

Everyone turned their attention to Mag, who was applying sauces to the kebabs on the roasting rack in a calm and unhurried manner.

“I’m more interested in his beef kebabs now.” Scheer put down her fork and turned her attention to Mag.