Chapter 1323 - The Autobiography Of The God of Cookery

Chapter 1323: The Autobiography Of The God of Cookery

The commotion next door didn’t affect Mag and his family’s mood while eating barbecue, but Mag was really amazed by their neighbors’ violent disciplinary style. Fortunately, that child was really hardy.
After being hurried by his family for a few times, Ivan finally gathered his courage to ask Mag, “Ahem… Neighbor, are you planning on opening a restaurant?”
“Yes. We’re starting our business tomorrow,” Mag replied smilingly.
“Then… do you sell that grilled crayfish?” Ivan asked hesitantly.
Mag shook his head. “We’re most probably not selling the grilled crayfish. However, I am opening a crayfish restaurant, so we’ll introduce crayfish with all kinds of different flavors. You’re welcome to come over to have a look if you’re interested.”
Seemed like their neighbors were already conquered by the crayfish; maybe they could even be the restaurant’s first customers. This was very important to the restaurant.
“Oh, I see. Great, we will definitely come as a family tomorrow.” Ivan nodded and shrugged.
“We will know if it is really effective after we try it out tomorrow,” Ivan then told Gemina.
“Crayfish with all kinds of flavors…” Justin already began to salivate.
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“Howl…”
At night, a howl sounded above Carapace Island.
“It’s here.” Mag, who was reading in the study, rose up and went to the balcony after he heard the sound.
A black figure circled one round in the air, and it quickly located the scent of Mag. It dived down toward the restaurant, and hovered when it was three meters away from it. It lowered its head to rub against Mag’s face.
“Ah Zi, you really know how to make your way here.” Mag patted Ah Zi’s head smilingly. He told Ah Zi the night before they departed that he would be going to Carapace Island. He didn’t expect it would fly over here by itself today.
“Little Ah Zi, what are you doing here?” Irina asked Ah Zi smilingly as she came out in her pajamas.
Ah Zi hid its head behind Mag instantly. It showed its goodwill to Irina crazily behind Mag.
“Come over here. Let me pat your head.” Irina waved it over.
“Ow~”
Ah Zi looked toward Mag for help.
Mag shrugged his shoulders. What could he do? If Irina wanted to pat his head, he, too, would have to extend his head over.
“Woo~”
Ah Zi extended its furry head to Irina unwillingly.
“So soft and so warm.” Irina rubbed Ah Zi’s head with both of her hands, smiling very radiantly.
Meanwhile, Ah Zi was rolling its eyes back with a hopeless expression.
“Little Ah Zi, I also want to rub your doggy head!” Amy, too, suddenly appeared upstairs as she looked at Ah Zi’s furry head and bounced around excitedly.
“Come, let’s do it together.” Irina lifted Amy up and put her onto Ah Zi’s neck.
Amy grabbed onto Ah Zi’s neck and pressed her face into it. She chuckled. “Ah Zi is so warm, like a big furnace.”
“Meow~”
Ugly Duckling tilted its head up to look at the huge purple-striped griffin with curiosity in its eyes. It turned around to look at its back, and was disappointed that it didn’t have two similar wings growing on it.
Irina and Amy only released Ah Zi’s head after they had enough fun.
Ah Zi lowered its head and stared at Ugly Duckling. It used its nose to sniff it, and then stared at the little wing-like fur on its back. Suddenly, it scoffed at it.
“Meow~”
Ugly Duckling felt humiliated, and cried out to show its indignation. However, it still sounded very cute.
Ah Zi laughed even louder and revealed two rows of razor-sharp white teeth.
“Meow, meow, meow~”
Ugly Duckling pushed up its shoulders in an attempt to make itself fly. Other than the ridiculous position, its body was still stuck firmly on the ground.
“Ugly Duckling, you’re too fat. Your wings already can’t allow you to fly.” Amy crouched down and stroked the two wings pattern on Ugly Duckling’s back. She then chuckled. “When are these wings going to grow out? I love to eat wing tips.”
Ugly Duckling and Ah Zi looked at Amy at the same time with terror in their eyes.
“Don’t worry, I have no plans to eat you guys now,” Amy consoled.
Ugly Duckling and Ah Zi backed off in unison. That was even scarier.
“Go and play, but don’t venture too far, and don’t get discovered. Come and look for us at night. I’ll prepare some nice food for you.” Mag smiled and patted Ah Zi’s head.
“Ow.”
Ah Zi threw its head back to let out a happy cry before it flapped its wings and flew away.
Ugly Duckling looked at Ah Zi’s figure as it flew away with envy in its eyes.
“Let’s go. It’s time for us to go to bed now.” Mag watched Ah Zi fly away before leading Irina and Amy downstairs to sleep.
Lying in bed, Mag closed his eyes and swiftly calmed down. Then, he pushed open the doors of the test field for the God of Cookery.
“Let’s challenge, crayfish!”
“Could the Host please complete the mission of opening up the backs of 100 crayfish in 10 seconds and make sure the meat is intact and the cut is smooth! Counting down: 10, nine, eight…”
The system’s voice appeared as soon as Mag entered the test field for the God of Cookery, and crayfish started to fly at him from all directions.
Mag, who still looked befuddled, had crayfish hanging all over him before he could even pick up his cleaver. There were even two crayfish crawling on his face, and attempting to snap off his ears with their pincers. He cut off their pincers with a strike.
“Challenge failed!” The countdown ended, and the system’s voice appeared too.
“System, what the hell is this?” Mag swept off the crayfish on his body and frowned. Wasn’t this taking him as a fool?
“Opening the backs for the crayfish is a very important step in cooking the crayfish. How to open the backs for the crayfish without damaging the meat is the model of the perfect combination of artistry and technological flow. If the Host wants to learn how to cook the crayfish, you have to master the technique of opening the back,” the system answered.
“At least you could’ve to let me practice first. You threw a whole bunch of crayfish at me straight away. Who could’ve withstood that?” Mag rejected that. However, Mag agreed that he had to increase his speed at opening the crayfish’s back as it would concern whether he could supply a large amount of crayfish.
“The second round of challenge is going to start soon. Could the Host please get ready. Counting down: 10, nine…” The system ignored what Mag was saying, and the second round of crayfish’s assault commenced.
Mag quickly picked up the cleaver, and hacked the 100 crayfish into halves with his fast and accurate cutting skills.
“Challenge failed!
“The third round of challenge commences!”
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“Challenge failed!”
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“Challenge failed!”
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“When the sharp edge of the knife glided across the back of the crayfish, I could sense every single section of the crayfish’s shell. I know exactly how much strength to use at which position to slice open the shell. Ordinary people couldn’t see what action I did during the process, all you could see was a crayfish with a perfectly sliced open back that had a clean cut and undamaged meat. Of course, you all can’t imagine how many crayfish had died under my knife in order for me to achieve all this.” —The Autobiography of The God of Cookery.