After deciding on the items, Mag had successfully set a trap for Harris. It was in sync with the system's mission, and this would be sink or swim.
He would still have to call the other party his master if he lost, so in fact, he had nothing to fear.
Is this little fellow trying to join my 'black wok gang' so he can be my disciple and learn to cook from me? Harris looked at Mag thoughtfully as he began to suspect if Mag was trying to "play" him.
With Miya and the ladies' help, Mag also managed to move all the kitchenware and ingredients out and set them opposite Harris'. They were set at the opposite sides of the judging panel.
"Please excuse me." When it was almost 10 am, Chapman's voice sounded at the periphery of the crowd. The bullock cart gradually drove in and stopped.
Harris' disciples quickly rushed up to off-load the goods. There weren't many ingredients, and they only filled up two baskets. They were also very common ingredients.
