Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

“Our Mr. President actually came to ask my opinion. How unusual.” Ferdinand laughed and said, “Then, tell them that I support all Mr. President’s decisions and actions in upholding the law.”

After the conversation ended, Ferdinand got up and walked to the windows. He looked at the huge military base below and thought hard.

***

At the west of Tucker City, in an oval office of the checkered building that represented the Underground City’s administrative center, a thin middle-aged man in a smart black suit was sitting behind a desk. He was listening intently to a strapping man, who was sitting across from him, reporting to him about his work.

“Mr. President.” The secretary strode into the office and interrupted their conversation. He walked to that middle-aged man quickly and said in a low voice, “Marshal Ferdinand has given his reply.”

The president got up and shook the strapping man’s hand. “Welcome back to Tucker City, Kamen. Please go back to your wife and children first. I will be needing you soon.”

Kamen bowed slightly and said, “I’ll await your summons.” Then, he left the office.

“What did Ferdinand say?” the president asked his secretary.

“The marshal said that he will support all your decisions and actions in upholding the law,” the secretary quickly answered and took out the reply letter.

“He indeed can’t stand these fellows any longer,” the president said in a low voice, “Make the preparations. I want to address the cabinet.”

***

“The beautiful drum beats are luring me to sleep. Please give me a kick when the dish is done.”

“Although I still have no idea what he is doing, I can say for certain that this fellow’s upper arm strength is truly shocking.”

“We can be sure that he’s not going to grill the beef today.”

“All you guys know is to praise him for his looks. Only I care if his arms hurt or not.”

The number of audience members in Mag’s personal live-studio had already exceeded 800,000,000. Because the beef-hitting process was too boring and wasn’t as interesting as the judges’ comments, the main live-studio’s audience had already risen to 1,200,000,000.

Nancy looked at Mag judgingly. She was also equally curious about the dish that Mag was going to make.

Like the others, she thought Mag was going to grill some kind of meat today. She thought he was going to grill beef when he hovered around the beef section in the morning.

However, even though he bought the beef, he didn’t take out the grill rack. Instead, he cooked a helping of pork rind, chopped up 1kg of white water prawns and hit the beef crazily with two iron rods.

Even though the 10 judges on the stage were very knowledgeable, no one could guess what he was going to do.

Looking at Iman on the other side, he had already put the fish into the pot. Judging from his cooking method, he should be making braised rainbow fish in soy sauce. That was one of the Tucker Restaurant’s signature dishes.

Padas had also placed the golden shank into the oven after he marinated it. Looking at it, he should be making a roasted shank. One wondered if that had to do with Mag getting a high score with the grilled mutton ribs.

Angelina’s situation was similar to Mag’s. The ingredients she chose were rather messy, so up till now the judges still had no idea what dish she was going to make.

Of course, this was her specialty. Before she completed the dish, nobody knew if she really could create magic out of ordinary stuff.

The minutes ticked past and the braised fish’s aroma sneaked out of the pot, attracting hungry gazes.

Tucker Restaurant, which had thousands of years of history and foundation, was deemed to be one of the top restaurants in Underground City, and Julian, as his head chef, had an extremely high status among the chefs too.

It was obvious how talented Iman was, being able to join Tucker Restaurant and become Julian’s best disciple.

The so-called braised rainbow fish in soy sauce was just its common description. This dish was called the “Rainbow Fish” in Tucker Restaurant and was priced at 500,000 copper coins per helping. It couldn’t just be ordered in the restaurant whenever one wanted. It had to be booked in advance.

It was one of Tucker Restaurant’s signature dishes, so some of the scenes that showed the cooking process in the live-stream were censored. This was also why Julian allowed this dish to appear in the competition.

“He’s even showing Tucker Restaurant’s signature dish. Master Julian, your disciple really wants to get into the final,” David said to Julian smilingly.

“If he has learned it well, there will be a spot in the final for him. If he didn’t learn it well, he can’t complain when he can’t get into the final,” Julian answered calmly.

“You made things sound so good.” Old Hunter chimed in rather sarcastically.

The judges wanted to laugh, but they held it back for Julian’s sake.

Julian had indeed said it well. If Iman got into the final, it meant he had learned it well, which meant that he, as his teacher, had taught him well.

If Iman didn’t get into the final, it meant he didn’t learn it well. What did it have to do with him?

Julian snorted. He didn’t want to argue with Old Hunter.

Meanwhile, Padas’ golden shank was also slowly turning golden and shiny in the transparent oven now. The aroma of the roast mutton gradually wafted over, competing with the fish’s aroma.

Nancy’s nose twitched before shaking her head. Although the roast mutton aroma was rich, it simply couldn’t compare with Hades’ grilled goat ribs yesterday. He simply couldn’t compare to the layered sensation created by Hades’ seasoning.

Meanwhile, the topic of “recreating the charcoal-grilled goat ribs” had taken over WeTwit’s trending list. Everybody, from ordinary folks to food bloggers had all taken part in it. It created an astonishing “check in” craze. This had never happened in the history of the Top Chef Competition.

This gave Nancy some new ideas. Delicious food created with ordinary ingredients was closer to the ordinary folks’ life. It could create a resonance with the people and make them want to do it themselves.

The golden shank was an ingredient that the ordinary folks couldn’t afford, but the Haley Goat was an ingredient that the ordinary folks could have every once in a while.

Padas might think that he was inspired and found the secret of wealth, but he had no idea that with a great previous example, he might become a joke if he came out with a similar food item.

And the most conspicuous among them was still Angelina.

Angelina, who bought a cart full of vegetables, was setting up a mountain of meat on the huge plate.

Thick steak, cut roast chicken, Sliced mutton ribs… They were all stacked up in a pile, looking rather impressive.

“Momma Mia. It’s shocking!”

“I-is she the legendary magician among the chefs? Where did she come up with all these meats from?!”

“My gosh. She created a plate full of meat dishes with just vegetables. It’s simply too phenomenal!”

“She’s an artist. Being a chef is simply wasting her talent.”

“These are mock meats, but they are too realistic. We can’t even see the difference!”

The audience was shocked and they surged into Angelina’s personal live-studio in great numbers.