Chapter 739
Chapter 739:
Stephen’s grin stretched wide at Malcom’s declaration, his confidence brimming.
Anyone familiar with the restaurant’s history knew that Malcom’s culinary skills were far from impressive.
If he had been even remotely talented, the restaurant wouldn’t have fallen to the brink of bankruptcy.
On the other hand, the three chefs under Stephen’s command—Brewster, Esteban, and Covington—were the very reason the restaurant had enjoyed its last glory days.
For Stephen, the outcome of this match felt like a foregone conclusion. He was certain that victory was already in his grasp.
Seeing Stephen’s confident expression, the diners in the hall couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of unease.
Everyone understood one thing clearly: as long as Covington and the other two performed to their usual standards, they stood no chance of winning.
“It’s such a shame,” someone lamented softly. “I’ve been coming here for days now and was planning to make this my regular spot for the rest of my life. And now it’s about to close.”
“Yeah, the roast chicken here is the best I’ve ever tasted. Where else am I supposed to find something this delicious?”
Amidst these whispered complaints, Ashton stepped forward, his tone serious. “Since we’ve allowed you to choose your opponent, it’s only fair that we set the scoring rules for the competition, don’t you agree?”
Stephen narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “What kind of trick are you trying to pull now?”
Ashton shook his head, his expression calm. “No tricks. I just want a fair scoring method. For example, like the one used in the contest between Morris and me, where the contestants score each other’s dishes. That way, you can’t accuse me of foul play, right?”
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The suggestion nearly made Stephen burst into laughter. Considering the animosity between Malcom and the Figueroa brothers, how could they possibly score each other generously? To Stephen, Ashton’s proposal seemed like an admission of defeat before the competition had even begun.
Fearing Ashton might change his mind, Stephen quickly agreed, urging, “No problem! Let’s not waste any more time—let’s get started!”
Morris, however, was alarmed and hurriedly whispered, “Mr. Baldwin, have you forgotten the bad blood between them? This kind of mutual scoring only works when both sides respect each other.”
But Ashton remained firm, shaking his head as he replied, “This is Malcom’s only chance to win. I trust my gut.”
Although puzzled by Ashton’s confidence, Morris chose to remain silent, trusting Ashton’s judgment.
Before long, both Malcom and the three Figueroa brothers had completed their dishes.
Driven by a desire for revenge, the Figueroa brothers displayed their full culinary prowess, presenting three exquisite signature dishes in record time.
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