Chapter 2377: Did He Learn It?

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Mag greeted the customers as they strolled into the restaurant. Some unfamiliar faces would also call him Boss Mag happily before telling him that they were his fans who came all the way to meet him.

Then, a familiar name appeared in his vision.

“Beate, Male, Human, 45 years old…”

Mag looked at this tall strapping man with a dark complexion and beard, who looked like a traveling trader and smiled.

The chef of Ducas Restaurant. They had just competed with each other not long ago, so naturally Mag wasn’t going to forget him.

However, his disguise was very well-done. If the omniscient door hadn’t reminded him, Mag wouldn’t have recognized him.

However, what was he doing at Mamy Restaurant at this time instead of being busy in the Ducas Restaurant’s kitchen? In Mag’s impression, Ducas Restaurant had a brisk business.

“Perhaps he came here to learn from me?” Mag raised his eyebrows thoughtfully as he nodded to Beate with a smile. He didn’t say anything.

In recent times, some of Mamy Restaurant’s customers were chefs from the other restaurants. Mag knew that very well.

The most distinctive characteristics of these people were that they came for the same dish for a few days in a row. They ate slowly and tasted the food carefully. They looked perplexed and troubled most of the time.

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Beate went into the restaurant and looked around. He chose a position near the kitchen and sat down. He could see the interior of the kitchen through the crystal.

This was his first time in Mamy Restaurant. Even though he had heard many rumors and news, he was still a little shocked to see this bold kitchen’s design.

One had to know that the secrecy of the recipes was of the utmost importance to the chefs. They always wished to be alone whenever they were cooking to prevent their recipes from getting stolen.

Just like how he made the sauce and condiments for the marinating and roasting in advance at home and then brought them to the restaurant when he was making the roast pigs. And, only he knew about the marinating techniques and roasting secrets.

This was the reason that he could be the chef of Ducas Restaurant for over 10 years. This was also a chef’s means to survive in the professional world.

However, Mag changed this rule. He opened up the kitchen and let everyone see what he was doing.

Mag was the most highly sought-after chef on the Norland Continent now and he was famous all over due to the gourmet magazines’ promotion.

In the restaurant right now, Beate had observed more than eight chefs, including the one sitting next to him.

They had the same objective as him.

However, Mag didn’t care about these peeping toms and copy-cats at all. He even shared the eggplant with garlic sauce’s recipe in the gourmet magazines and the red braised pork’s recipe in a children’s picture book.

He was so open and aboveboard, making Beate feel like a despicable rat. He shifted his body comfortably.

However, he had no choice. He had to save his professional career and Ducas Restaurant, which was in a dire situation.

“Just this one time… After learning how to make this dish, I’ll never do anything like this again,” Beate thought as he flipped open the menu.

The exquisite dishes on the menu made him feel reverent. As a chef, he knew how difficult it was to create a delicacy.

Mag’s creativity was astonishing. Every dish on the menu was so unique. He used all kinds of cooking methods and put all kinds of seemingly incompatible food together to create one delicacy after another.

Then, his gaze landed on that golden ‘steamed large yellow croaker’.

This was a fish that Beate had never seen before. It should be some kind of marine fish. It looked as though it was made out of gold as it glittered.

Compared to the spicy grilled fish and steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers that were covered with chopped chili, the steamed large yellow croaker looked much lighter in flavor.

Yabemiya walked to the table and asked Beate, “What would you like to order, Sir?”

“I would like to have the steamed large yellow croaker and a helping of the eggplant with garlic sauce,” Beate closed the menu and replied.

“Sure, please give us some time.” Miya nodded with a smile.

Beate leaned against his seat looking as though he was watching the chef getting busy in the kitchen. This was also the entertainment for the customers who sat around the kitchen.

The orders were sent to the kitchen. Beate watched Mag scoop out the fried rice, take out 10 beggar’s chicken from the oven and brought two servings of ‘Buddha Jumps Over the Wall’ to the serving area before walking over to the fish tank.

“Here it comes!” Beate leaned forward slightly and watched Mag closely.

Analyzing the cooking method of a dish naturally wasn’t as efficient as watching the chef cook it personally.

Ingredients, heat control and steps. One would need a long time to analyze all that, but he was confident that he could learn how to do it just by watching Mag do it once.

Mag reached into the fish tank and a one large yellow croaker was in his grasp when he pulled his hand out.

Cutting open the fish, washing it, steaming it…

Mag’s actions were so fast that Beate’s eyes couldn’t catch up with him at all. In the meantime, Mag was also serving over 100 beef kebabs and two helpings of steaks.

Beate was still in a state of shock with his mouth agape when Mag had covered the steamer and continued to move around all the stoves, cooking a few different dishes at the same time.

Did he learn it?

Eyes: …?

Hands: …?

Yes. He couldn’t even see what Mag did clearly.

His actions were too fast and he did too many tasks in a short period of time. Beate couldn’t follow his tempo at all.

He could only see a few steps vaguely, but he couldn’t see what condiments and side ingredients Mag used.

“Seems like I have to replicate it with tasting.” Beate felt grave.

About five minutes later, the large yellow croaker was removed from the steamer and placed on the serving table.

“Your steamed large yellow croaker and eggplant with garlic sauce.” Soon, the two dishes floated out from the kitchen and landed in front of Beate steadily.

This was Mamy Restaurant’s unique way of serving. It was controlled by a spatial magic caster. The other restaurants simply couldn’t afford that.

Beate’s gaze was already attracted by the steamed large yellow croaker in front of him. The golden large yellow croaker wasn’t big. It had a streamlined body and was cut open in the middle. It was spread open and placed in an elongated plate. The dense golden scales were still glittering with a golden glow even after the fish was cooked. Long and thin tender spring onions were used as a garnish and the aroma greeted his nose.

“Gulp.”

Beate’s Adam’s apple moved.

The fresh aroma was different from the strong aroma of the spicy grilled fish ordered by the person who shared his table. However, it was still full of power and enticement.

There was only a thin layer of the sauce and no other side ingredients could be seen.

The large yellow croaker was the main character of this dish. The spring onions couldn’t even be considered as a side character!