Chapter 728 Duke Abraham!
“What? That’s impossible!”
After hearing the restaurant employee’s report, Ike was in complete disbelief, and his loud yell startled many of the custors in the rotisserie.
“You’re telling that people are lining up to buy his roast at?”
The employee nodded uneasily as he replied, “Yes. He’s only selling one cube per custor, but there are still many custors wanting to buy his roast at, and those who have already tasted his beef are begging him for more.”
All of the chefs in the kitchen beca rather nervous upon hearing this. They were placing the honor of Cary’s Rotisserie on this bet; if they couldn’t even beat a roadside stall, what right did they have to call themselves the number one rotisserie of Rodu?
Ike contemplated the situation montarily before shaking his head with a confident look. “Don’t worry, the custors aren’t idiots; they’ll know that they’ve fallen for a trap soon. How can roast beef cooked by a roadside chef be worth one silver coin per cube? We’re the largest rotisserie in Rodu, so there’s no way that he’ll be able to compete with us.”
All of the chefs’ eyes lit up upon hearing this. Ike was right; how could one man compare to an entire kitchen of chefs when it ca to a contest of most custors served?
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Word of Mag’s roast at soon spread throughout the entire Renhe Food Street, attracting many custors to the scene.
However, the restriction of one cube per person was an extrely torturous one for all of the custors.
So custors were still trying to convince the owner of the stall to change his policy, but most of the custors had already given up. However, none of them strayed far from the stall, and there were even so who were advertising Mag’s roast at in his stead.
They weren’t doing this because they had been touched by Mag’s food and were trying to spread this joy to the rest of the food street; they were instead simply trying to derive a twisted sense of pleasure from watching others suffer due to Mag’s one cube per person policy.
They had already fallen into this trap, so they could only cheer themselves up by luring more people into the trap with them.
In the face of the countless requests for extra cubes of beef, Mag’s response remained firm and consistent, not making any exceptions for anyone.
Sinclair wasn’t planning to try and persuade Mag anymore. Instead, he was beginning to support Mag’s policy. He had initially been worried that Mag’s cold and aloof attitude would result in a loss of custors, but looking at the massive line gathered in front of the stall, it was quite apparent that his concerns were completely unwarranted. In fact, Mag’s policy was only working to bring more custors to the stall with the limited amount of beef they had.
The feeling of dominating the food street was an extrely exhilarating one, and even Sinclair was getting swept up by the occasion, though he wasn’t the one cooking.
anwhile, the employee from Cary’s Rotisserie was completely dumbstruck. He was drawing one line after another with his feather quill in his hand, and he was barely able to believe his own eyes. His hand was throbbing slightly from drawing so many lines, but there were still relentless waves of custors flocking to the stall.
We’re not going to lose, are we? Even the rotisserie employee was losing confidence.
The middle-aged man in lavish robes disembarked from his horse-drawn carriage and looked on with a curious expression. “What’s that stall selling? Why does it have such a long line of custors?”
“I’ll go have a look, Duke,” a man who appeared to be a butler replied before quickly making his way over to Mag’s stall. After a while, he squeezed his way out of the crowd again and smoothed out his slightly disheveled clothes as he respectfully inford, “Duke, that stall is selling roast beef, and they’re selling it in cubes. One cube costs one silver coin, and each person is only allowed to purchase a single cube.”
“He’s selling beef in cubes and each person can only have one? I’ve never heard of anything like that before!” A bewildered look appeared on the man’s face. He looked at the massive crowd gathered around the roast at stall, and smiled as he said, “Judging from how eager these custors are, the roast beef here must be very delicious. Why don’t we go and have a taste, Ken?”
“Duke, soone of your status shouldn’t be eating at a roadside stall...” began the butler who was being referred to as Ken with a reluctant expression.
“I don’t care where I eat, all I care about is that I want to eat roast beef today. The roast beef from Cary’s Rotisserie isn’t bad, but perhaps this roadside stall will give a pleasant surprise.” The duke walked straight into the crowd despite Ken’s objections.
“Duke...” Ken and another guard with a saber strapped to his waist walked on either side of the man, trying to disperse the crowd in order to create a path for the duke.
“We’re here to eat, so we’re normal custors, just like everyone else.” The duke shook his head to stop his butler before joining the end of the line.
The custors nearby were all quite surprised to see this duke in lavish robes. Nobles normally wouldn’t ever stoop as low as to dine at roadside stalls with commoners, as that was seen by them to be a personal insult. However, this duke appeared to be quite amicable, and didn’t possess the snobbish deanor that most nobles exhibited.
This aroma really is quite alluring. The duke’s eyes lit up with anticipation as he inhaled the aroma wafting through the air.
The line slowly progressed forward, and the praise coming from all of the custors who had already tasted the beef made everyone else in the line even more eager to sink their teeth into Mag’s roast at.
Finally, it was the duke’s turn, and he smiled as he said, “Boss, please get a cube of beef.”
“Sure.” Mag quickly stabbed a toothpick into a cube of beef on the roasting rack before handing it to the duke.
The employee from Cary’s Rotisserie scribbled another line onto the paper in a chanical manner. However, after catching sight of this custor, his eyes widened as he exclaid, “Duke Abraham?!”
“We pay our respects to Duke Abraham.”
All of the custors nearby were alerted to this man’s identity upon hearing the employee’s cry of surprise, and they hurriedly extended respectful salutes to this Duke Abraham.
“Even Duke Abraham is coming to this streetside stall for roast beef; could it be that the owner is actually a renowned chef?”
“Duke Abraham is a very important man. If he wants to eat more than one cube of beef, surely there’s no way that Boss Mag can refuse him.”
“You’re right! This is a duke, after all. If the owner turns him down, he probably won’t live past today!”
“Does that an we’ll also all get a chance to have a second cube of beef?”
All of the custors were discussing quietly among themselves with excitent etched on their faces.
The employee standing at the entrance of Cary’s Rotisserie hurriedly ran into the restaurant to report this news.
So it’s Duke Abraham. Mag looked up with a slightly surprised expression upon hearing this. Mag had so recollection of this duke from Alex’s mories.
Duke Abraham smiled at everyone before opening his mouth to take a bite out of his cube of roast beef.
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