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Chapter 821 Different Editions of the Same Story

Emotional resonance was quite a strange phenomenon. Just a short sentence convinced all of the customers that it had been worth waiting for Mag for five days. They were being held in higher regard than even the king, which was an extremely touching notion.

If the same choice were to be placed before them, there was no one who would dare to say that they’d make the same decision.

Soon, the story of how Mag had secured the best dish award at the royal banquet was adapted into many different editions. The contest itself had been quite simple, but the dramatic renditions made it sound as if he’d had to fight his way through countless obstacles before finally rising to the top, clinching the best dish award while standing atop a mountain piled up using the remains of countless chefs.

There was also an edition of the story where Mag had seduced one of the female servants, thereby convincing her to offer his dishes to the king first, which was how he’d managed to make a strong first impression before any of the other chefs.

Mag wanted to find the person who had fabricated that edition of the story and give them a solid slap to the face!

The royal banquet that had taken place in Rodu became the hottest topic among all of the morning customers, and all of them knew that all of the spiced-up stories were merely dramatic renditions. However, the fact of the matter was that Mag was the only chef from Chaos City to be invited to the royal banquet, and he also secured the best dish award. That was a legendary feat in itself, even without the need for any embellishments.

After all, there was no other occasion on the entire continent that could draw so many renowned chefs to one place.

After breakfast, Mag pushed his bicycle out the door; Krassu’s breakfast was sitting in the basket of the bicycle. He smiled and greeted all of the customers lining up in front of the restaurant, and was slightly taken aback with how harmoniously the sweet and savory factions were coexisting with each other.

Amy climbed onto the rear seat of the bicycle before turning to everyone as she said, “Do you think you should have sweet tofu pudding for breakfast or savory tofu pudding?”

“Of course it’s sweet tofu pudding! Savory tofu pudding is trash!”

“Bullsh*t! Savory tofu pudding stands at the pinnacle of all appetizer dishes!”

Mag shook his head in a resigned manner while Amy burst into giggles, and he got onto the bike before riding it toward Chaos School.

After returning to the restaurant, the sweet and sour factions were still engaged in a heated argument. There were even some very logical and well-researched points being raised, giving Mag the impression that the feud between the two factions was significantly improving their debating skills.

The restaurant was opened for business, and all of the customers flocked in before making their orders. Perhaps it was due to the fact that they hadn’t tasted Mag’s food for a few days, but all of them ordered more than they normally would.

This was the first breakfast service since Mag’s return, so there were also more customers lining up than usual. As such, Mag was cooking as quickly as he could, and dishes were being prepared and brought out with startling efficiency.

All of the customers were also quite self-aware in that they would immediately pay and leave after having their meals, thereby vacating their seats as quickly as possible for the customers lined up behind them.

By the conclusion of the breakfast service, Mag’s wrists were feeling quite sore, and he heaved a long sigh of relief. Cooking for 300 people within 90 minutes was not a simple task for him, even with his current bodily constitution.

However, seeing all of the blissful smiles on the faces of his customers struck him with an immense sense of satisfaction that vindicated all of his efforts.

Mag removed his apron and emerged from the kitchen with a glass of water, while Sally, Yabemiya, and the others cleaned up the restaurant.

At this moment, a burst of knocking sounded, and Mag carried his glass of water over to the door before opening it.

Gloria was standing on the other side of the door in a long blue dress, with her wavy golden locks trailing down her back as usual. She looked up at Mag with a smile, and asked, “Mr. Mag, may I have some of your time?”

“Of course. The restaurant is still being cleaned at the moment, so please take a seat over here, Young Mistress Gloria.” Mag was slightly surprised to see Gloria, but he still led her over to the outdoor dining area with a smile on his face.

“I heard that you received the best dish award at the royal banquet; I must congratulate you, Mr. Mag,” Gloria said with admiration in her eyes as she took a seat.

“Thank you,” Mag replied with a nod before smiling as he asked, “Have you prepared all of the dresses already?”

He had heard from Gloria about her competition with Cyril. Mag would naturally rather see her win as he was far from a fan of this second young master of the Moreton Family.

As Mag currently was, the Moreton Family was still a colossus that he couldn’t contend with. In the face of such an immense entity, it would be far wiser to infiltrate it from the inside rather than directly strike it from the outside.

Furthermore, it was not difficult to deduce the reason behind Gloria’s visit. After all, she surely hadn’t come here just to make small talk with him.

Gloria nodded in response with a proud look on her face. “We have. The tailors are gradually becoming more skilled in their roles, so their efficiency had markedly improved. The first batch of dresses that we had planned has already been produced, and the high-end dresses were carefully examined multiple times before they were delivered to the customers. The other two styles of dresses will also be officially released tomorrow.”

“That’s fantastic news. As long as quality can be ensured, increasing the rate of production is one of the best ways to improve revenue,” Mag said with an appreciative nod of his head. “If the Blue Suede Textiles Shop is too small in area, perhaps you can think about finding a factory that specializes in this area of production. We’re trying to offer a high-end shopping experience for our customers, so it would not be ideal if the customers were to visit your store, only to find that it resembled a production factory more so than a luxury clothing store.”

A contemplative look appeared on Gloria’s face upon hearing this, and her eyes quickly lit up as she nodded in reply. “I see what you’re saying. I’m going to move all of the tailors and their equipment out of the shop today and give them a more suitable work environment.”

“We’re already deep into fall, so there won’t be a lot of time before these dresses become phased out for winter clothes. During my spare time at Rodu, I drew up two more designs, and I can give them to you now. Regularly releasing new products is a good way for a clothing shop to remain relevant to female consumers,” Mag said before rising to his feet and making his way into the restaurant.

“You drew up two designs in your spare time? That’s amazing!” Gloria’s mouth was slightly agape, and the admiration in her eyes only grew more pronounced as she looked at Mag.

The first three dress designs were absolutely stunning; even the most seasoned tailor might not be able to come up with such brilliant designs. However, Mag was telling her that he’d drawn up two more designs during his spare time in Rodu; that was incredible!

Gloria felt as if she didn’t even need to look at the designs to know that they were definitely quite splendid, and this sense of blind trust surprised even herself.

Mag re-emerged from the restaurant with two rolled-up sheets of A4 paper and a glass of water. He placed the glass of water down in front of Gloria, and then handed the sheets of paper to her with a smile as he said, “These are just a couple of errant designs I drew up; it’s yet to be seen whether they’ll receive a welcome reception.”

“The system made those designs!!!” the system roared.
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