The restaurant fell silent. Everyone looked at Mai Ge, who had a serious expression on his face, and their eyes gradually lit up.
"Chef"—such simple yet down to earth words, yet they represent the core and most important element of a restaurant.
However, most restaurant owners prefer to be called "boss" rather than "chef", and some have even forgotten their identity as chefs, pursuing more the verbal respect and enjoyment they receive from others.
But when faced with praise and compliments from his peers, Mai Ge, who makes such delicious and magical food and runs such a stylish and popular restaurant, humbly refers to himself as just a chef.
This humility made the tour group feel somewhat ashamed, and earned him admiring glances from the guests.
"Perhaps only someone who constantly remembers their identity and knows what they should do can create such refreshing and innovative cuisine." Miles looked at Mai Ge approvingly, and at the same time thought to himself, "The younger generation is truly formidable."
Andrew and the others nodded thoughtfully to Mai Ge and walked out of the restaurant.
"I just changed a few lines from Stephen Chow's script, and somehow I feel like I've received a lot of admiration and even inspired others?" Mai Ge raised an eyebrow, feeling the encouraging and appreciative gazes. With a smile on his face, he walked straight into the kitchen, feeling inexplicably pleased.
The tour group didn't ask about the recipes, the cooking methods, or even the spices they couldn't identify. This first group of visitors demonstrated a high level of professionalism.
However, if everyone who comes is a chef, those who are good at thinking should gain something after eating the two dishes, and perhaps they can get some inspiration in terms of cooking methods.
Of course, what they can learn is not something Mai Ge needs to worry about. After all, he's not some kind of dream mentor. His job is to cook well for the restaurant's customers. He washed the wok, took orders, and continued making fried rice.
"With Boss Mai's attitude, I'm even more looking forward to the tofu pudding tonight."
"Me too. But seriously, are you planning on having savory or sweet tofu pudding tonight?"
At the table by the door, Andreas and Mo Xiu Ji were talking quietly.
"Of course it's sweet!" Andreas said matter of factly, then paused and asked, "And you?"
"Savory." Mo Xiu Ji said with a complicated expression, and the two of them fell silent.
"It's alright, brother, we don't need to fight over this. You can have your savory one tonight, and I'll have my sweet one. We'll even drink together later." Andreas's expression was slightly awkward. After all, Crassus and Yulian had just fought that morning over whether to eat savory or sweet tofu pudding, setting the stage for the sweet vs savory debate. Who knows what might happen after the tofu pudding officially goes on sale tonight?
However, they're childhood friends, so different tastes are perfectly acceptable. They wouldn't fall out over a small bowl of tofu pudding with a sweet or savory flavor.
...
In Aden Square, Crassus, leaning on his tall mage staff, slowly walked towards the exit. Brandley, who had just paid the bill and left the restaurant, hurried to catch up, looking a little nervous and reserved. Three steps away, he said with a hint of respect, "Lord Crassus."
"Hmm?" Crassus stopped and turned around with some confusion to look at Brandley, whose hair was half-gray. His gaze swept over the gray white sword and shield emblem on Brandley's chest, and he nodded, saying, "So it's the little guy from the Gray Temple. Why did you stop me?"
Brandley was taken aback. He was over seventy years old, and young people in the Gray Temple would usually address him respectfully as "Sir". He was a little taken aback when someone suddenly called him "little guy."
However, he thought again that Crassus was over 120 years old. When he was still playing in the mud, the legend of the conflict between ice and fire was already circulating on the continent. In his youth, he learned magic by listening to their legends.
Even his master was a fervent follower of Crassus when he was young. Unfortunately, his talent for melee magic was too poor. After being beaten up by a down on his luck knight when he was young, he switched to ranged magic. However, his heart for melee combat never died out, which had some influence on Brandley.
Of course, Brandley studied ranged magic. Only a few mages in the mage tower of Luo Du were proficient in melee magic. Crassus, the master of all magic, never took on any apprentices.
In other words, the daughter of the owner of the Restaurant Mai Mi is the only lucky person in more than a hundred years to have received Crassus's favor, which is enough to shake the mage world.
After all, Crassus's health has not been good in recent years, and many mages are worried that after Crassus developed melee magic to its peak, it would fall like a shooting star and not be passed on.
Moreover, Yulian, the Lord of Frost, also took on a disciple at the same time, and it was the same disciple—a half-elf little girl. If this news got out, the entire continent would probably be shaken.
Those geniuses who have studied under famous masters are probably getting nervous. The battle between ice and fire has lasted for nearly a hundred years and ended in a draw, but they all ended up taking in a half-elf disciple. Nobody knows what kind of little devil they will raise.
The pinnacle of ice and fire magic, combining melee and ranged attacks—in ten or twenty years, there will probably be no place on the Nolan Continent she cannot go.
The thought flashed through his mind in an instant, but Brandley had already come to his senses. Crassus's face was expressionless, yet Brandley felt a powerful aura emanating from him. He looked at Crassus with even greater respect and said, "Lord Crassus, greetings. I am Brandley from the Gray Temple. I apologize for stopping you, but on behalf of the Gray Temple, I extend a warm welcome to you in the Chaos City. It was our oversight that we failed to provide adequate hospitality, and we hope you will not hold it against us."
"It's alright. I didn't even inform the Gray Temple before coming to Chaos City. I even had a fight with that old man Yulian over there this morning, which must have put you all in a difficult position, right?" Crassus looked at Brandley, his gaze slightly narrowed. "Also, little guy, you were here this morning, weren't you? Did you go back to report before you came to talk to me?"
Brandley was slightly startled. He hadn't expected Crassus to notice him so early in the morning. Crassus seemed like a completely different person in front of Amy and in front of others. The aura of the god of fire was truly intimidating. He quickly shook his head and said, "The Ice and Fire rivalry between Lord Crassus and Lord Yulian is a major event in the mage world. As long as Aden Square is not damaged and no one is injured, the Gray Temple and Chaos City will only feel honored. It was my duty to come here this morning. Now, on behalf of the Gray Temple, I formally welcome you to Chaos City. If you need anything, please tell me. From now on, I will be your messenger in Chaos City."