“I’d like a Peking Duck!”
“We’ll have a Peking Duck too!”
“Excuse me, I’d like a stinky tofu!”
The guests placed their orders one after another. Some people found the Peking Duck too expensive, some chose to see the real thing first, and some chose to buy a duck together.
Orcs, demons, humans, and dwarves shared a table all the time here in Mamy Restaurant, but never once had they chosen to buy a dish together.
This was a thing that probably had never happened anywhere else before.
Hiril looked surprised. “I’ve never seen anything like this before. Interesting.” Then his eyes found Mag, who was cooking in the kitchen. “Such a young cook. I wonder how good he is.”
The system had improved the oven, making it capable of cooking 10 ducks at once, and it took only 20 minutes to roast each batch.
Mag wheeled the dining cart out of the kitchen and stopped at Krassu’s table. He then put pancakes, sweet bean sauce, spring onions, and cucumber sticks in front of him.
“Why is Mag serving the dish himself?”
“Yeah, that’s strange. Maybe he wants to show us the proper way to eat it.”
They craned their heads to get a better look of what was on the cart.
“Here’s your Peking Duck, Lord Krassu, enjoy,” Mag said as he opened the cloche, revealing a roast duck whose skin was shiny brown.
Mag hadn’t activated the molecular isolation system yet, so the wonderful aroma drifted freely around the room, making everyone’s mouths water.
Hiril’s eyes went round as he stared at the roast duck. “It smells much better than the roast geese in the Roast Goose Restaurant. That’s really amazing.”
The roast geese in the Roast Goose Restaurant were famous throughout Rodu, and Hiril used to go there every two months or so.
He had never thought a roast duck would smell better than a roast goose.
“Looks good,” Krassu said, “but how should I eat it? With my hands?”
Mag shook his head with a smile. “No.” Then he put on disposable gloves and picked up the knife and duck. “I’ll slice it up for you.”
As Mag moved his hand, meat slices came off the duck quickly and landed neatly in a row on the plates in front of Krassu.
Meat from different parts of the body was being put onto different plates. All the pieces were of the same thickness. A short while later, only a skeleton was left.
Mag’s superb knife skills amazed everyone, causing their excitement and anticipation to grow.
“You can eat it with the sweet bean sauce, but the proper way is to wrap the meat, spring onions, and cucumber sticks in a pancake,” Mag said after cutting off the duck head.
“I give you 10 points for your performance,” Krassu said, giving him a thumbs-up. He then wasted no time picking up a piece of duck and dipping it in the sweet bean sauce. He awkwardly rolled the meat, a spring onion stick, and a cucumber stick in a pancake and stuffed it into his mouth.
Krassu’s eyes went wide as he chewed on it. The pancake was soft and a bit chewy, the meat was greasy but not too greasy, and the spring onion and cucumber stick were so refreshing.
“This duck is heavenly!” Krassu said after he swallowed.
Mag could hear other customers swallowing saliva.
Christy looked happy when she saw the excited look on Hiril’s face. It seemed she was getting closer to her goal.
“Mag’s little show and the roast duck are well worth the price.”
“I’d like a Peking Duck!”
“Me too, Miss Miya.”
They hurriedly placed their orders for fear that the Peking Ducks might sell out.
“So many people like Mag’s character as well as his cooking,” Firis whispered as she looked at Mag’s back. “One day, I’ll bee as good as Mag.”
Although Mag only needed two minutes to carve a roast duck, there were 100 ducks, and he would have to spend over three hours on slicing ducks. He decided to have Firis master this skill as soon as possible.
“Here’s your Peking Duck, enjoy,” Mag said as he placed several plates of duck meat in front of Christy and Hiril.
“Thank you. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it,” Hiril said as he looked up at Mag. Before today, never once had a chef done such a thing before him. He couldn’t wait to try it.
Mag nodded and wheeled the cart back into the kitchen.
“All right, let’s dig in,” Hiril said to Christy. “ing here with you today is the wisest decision I’ve made recently.”
His eyes went wide when he put a piece of duck into his mouth.
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