<h4>Chapter 725 An Interesting Soul and a Thick Beard</h4>
Half an hourter, Mag was happily fooling around with Amy and Ugly Duckling, seemingly having alreadypletely forgotten about the bet he’d made.
Irina wore a serious expression as she examined Mag, who was drawing peals of joyfulughter from Amy.
This man waspletely different from the Alex in her memories. It felt as if there were countless secrets surrounding him, and she couldn’t help but wonder just what could’ve happened to him in the past three years. How could he have changed so drastically during the three years they’d been apart?
Most importantly, was his cooking really edible?
A series of questions popped up in Irina’s mind as she surveyed Mag with curiosity in her heart.
In the past, Alex didn’t know how to tell interesting stories, he didn’t how to make faces to amuse their daughter, and he certainly didn’t know how to cook.
This was a very strange feeling; he was clearly one of the most important people in her life, yet she felt as if she were looking at aplete stranger.
Getting to know him again was going to be quite an interesting experience.
Mag wasn’t in a hurry, but Sinir was running around like a headless chicken. If it weren’t for the fact that Mag had warned him not to ask any questions, he would definitely be asking him whether he was giving up on this bet already!
Mag’s cutting skills had greatly impressed him. To be able to dicerge bs of beef into over 1,000 cubes of identical size in such a short time really was an extraordinary skill.
However, he was very perplexed by the sight of Mag drowning the beef in so many different condiments. How could roast beef be cooked with so many different condiments? Wouldn’t thatpletely drown out the vor of the beef itself?
Furthermore, he was also very distressed by the sign that had been stered onto the cart.
Not only was he selling his roast beef in cubes, he had imposed a purchase limit of one cube per person!
One cube wasn’t even enough for a mouthful!
Many of the bystanders had begun to leave. There were some curious customers who approached Mag to inquire about his sign, only to be politely turned away by Mag with the excuse that his stall wasn’t open for business yet.
Who would stay in the middle of such a busy street just to wait for a single cube of beef?
The only subjects that could attract the attention of the passersby on the streets were Amy and Irina.
News of this bet had already spread through most of the stalls on the Renhe Food Street, but there wasn’t much support for Mag. Instead, many vendors were afraid that Mag was just a troublemaker who would negatively affect their businesses.
In the kitchen of Cary’s Rotisserie, Ike was listening to the report being delivered to him by his employee with a cold smile on his face. “You can y with your daughter all you want now, but I’ll teach you a lesson to remember at close of business!”
Another fat chef in the kitchen held up a rolling pin, and chimed in, “Head Chef, can I join you?”
“Sure. Anyone who wants toe with me can beat that obnoxious bastard to your heart’s content!” Ike announced, drawing a chorus of cheers from the other chefs in the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Sinir was feeling very flustered outside, and as his eyes darted around in his urgency, he suddenly caught sight of the watch on Mag’s wrist. He was very surprised to see that Mag was able to afford such a small and intricate magic clock, and his eyes lit up as he enquired, “Boss Mag, can you tell me the time?”
“It’s about to hit 12 pm soon. The meat has been marinating for about half an hour, and that should be enough time already.” Mag nced at his watch before making his way over to the stall while repressing the amusement in his heart. It was quite clear that Sinir wasn’t actually asking for the time, but was instead euphemistically reminding Mag to get to work. Half an hour wasn’t enough time to marinate the beef, but it would be toote to start if he dyed any longer.
“Go, Boss Mag, I believe in you!” Sinir raised his fists like a cheerleader as he offered words of encouragement.
“Boss Sinir, please don’t ever do that again.” Mag shook his head with a slightly disgusted expression.
“Go, Father, I believe in you!” Amy cheered in her mellow voice as she raised her fist into the air.
“See? That’s how it’s done.” Mag turned to Amy with a warm smile. As expected, Amy was much more suited to cheer him on.
“Everyone picks beautiful looks over my beautiful soul.” Sinir sighed with a hurt expression.
“Beautiful looks are pleasant to behold, while your beautiful soul sits in the body of a heavily bearded man. It’s not a difficult choice to pick one over the other,” Mag said in a calm voice as he added some coal into the charcoal oven.
“Boss Mag, you’re so cruel!” Sinir pouted as he sped a hand over his heart.
“Please don’t ever do that again, either.”
Sinir put on a serious expression as he said, “I’m entrusting my stall to you; I hope you won’t disappoint me.”
“You’re running a failing business, so you really should be thanking me for repurchasing your beef and paying you twice the wage rate for being a cashier for today,” Mag retorted with a shrug.
“Boss Mag...”
“Please stop putting on these weird expressions, and please stop talking to me.” Mag was suddenly struck by the feeling that Sinir should’ve pursued a career in acting rather than selling roast meat.
“Alright.” Sinir immediately adopted a nk facade as he stood beside his cart.
After silencing Sinir, Mag was finally able to focus his attention on cooking. He ced a hand over the charcoal oven to test the temperature before cing cubes of beef onto the roasting rack.
The cubes of beef immediately began to emit a sizzling sound as soon as they came into contact with the scorching roasting rack.
Mag applied ayer of oil to the cubes of beef using a brush held in his left hand, and its aroma soon began to waft through the air.
“Is he finally making a start? Look at those tiny cubes; he’s selling them for one silver coin per cube? Why doesn’t he just go rob a bank if he’s so desperate for money?”
“I’ve seen beef cooked in bs, steaks, and even whole calves roasted at once, but I’ve never seen beef sold in cubes. Most importantly, he’s only selling one cube per person?”
“The roast beef from Cary’s Rotisserie is truly delicious, and their restaurant is constantly being frequented by nobles. Even dukes are not an umon sight in their rotisserie; how is a roadside stall going topete?”
All of the bystanders and stall owners nearby immediately burst into spirited discussions.
Can you really cook delicious roast beef like this? Sinir was looking at Mag with a skeptical expression. He wanted to raise that question on multiple asions, but he suppressed the urge to do so. In any case, no one was a fan of the roast beef that he made, so he had no right to express doubts about Mag’s cooking.
“Make sure to draw line per customer; I’ll be watching.” Mag handed over a stack of paper and a pen to the employee from Cary’s Rotisserie, who was on the verge of falling asleep.
“Is there any need for that? It’s not like you’ll be getting any customers anyway,” the employee scoffed with a derisive sneer.
Mag pped the stack of paper directly into his face as he smiled, and said, “Make sure you don’t miscount.”
“You!!” The employee had beenpletely pped awake, and he was glowering at Mag with a furious expression as he held a hand to his cheek.
Even though he’s changed quite a bit, his personality appears to be much the same. Irina slowly put down the chair in her hands.
“This is a bet between me and your boss, so you’d better do as you’re told.” Mag pursed his lips as he picked up his bottles of cumin powder and ck pepper powder. I was saving your life there, you idiot! If that chair hadnded on your head, you’d end up as dead as that ck Berserker Rhino from earlier today!
I’ll return that p with interest when you lose! The employee gritted his teeth as he clenched his hands tightly around the pen and paper Mag had thrust at him.
The aroma of the sizzling beef on the roasting rack was really beginning to spread now.
The cumin and ck pepper powders were like the perfect catalysts, elevating the aroma of the beef to the next level. All of a sudden, an aroma that had been merely pleasant a moment ago suddenly became downright irresistible!
What’s that smell?!
Everyone around the roast beef stall turned their attention toward Mag almost at the exact same time!