C90 [CLICK BAIT BOOTY PIC]
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While waiting for the owner to show himself, I picked on my mediocre food. Rem is staring at me with a questioning gaze. The people that were seated close to us are looking at me curiously as well. They all probably think that I want to complain about bad food. Before Rem could question about anything, the waitress returns along with a delinquent looking man in a chefs uniform. He has short blonde hair, a braided long mustache, and a goatee.
(A/N: Looks like Zeff from one piece, but he has both legs.)
"Got a problem with the food, Your Highness?" He says in a gruff manner, but he seems to be trying to be polite.
"No, It's mediocre but not bad." As I say this his entire being starts shaking with rage.
"May I try from your plate to see if it's truly mediocre?" He says as he holds back whatever curse words he wishes to throw at me.
"Yeah, sure." I say and push my plate towards him.
He reaches out and takes a piece of my food eating it in one bite. He smiles slightly as if to say the food tastes good and looks back at me.
"The food tastes fine." He says as he looks at me with a complicated expression.
On one hand, he wants to curse me out and throw me out of his establishment, on the other hand, I'm the crowned prince and he will most likely be executed for even attempting anything like that. Watching him try and control his emotions is truly entertaining. The rest of the people dining around us seemed to be getting a kick out of it as well. Everyone was sat back and enjoying the show with their meal.
"That's exactly it, isn't it? The food is fine. Nothing great about it. I was told this is the best restaurant in my kingdom's capital. Like I said before, it's pretty mediocre." I say matter of factly.
The rage building up in the owner has reached the bottleneck. He starts shaking and looking at me like I'm his worst enemy.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? I HAVE TRAVELLED ACROSS THE WORLD LEARNING HOW TO COOK! IM NOT GOING TO LET SOME KID, CROWNED PRINCE OR NOT, DEGRADE MY COOKING IN FRONT OF ME!" The volcano erupts and he spews out what he truly feels.
The people dining around us were now looking at him with pity and sadness. Pity because they know what will happen to him for saying that and sadness because their favorite restaurant is about to go out of business.
"Haha, good, at least you have some self-respect." I laugh and look him straight in the eye. "How about a bet?"
"What kind of bet?" He replies as he stares back into my eyes.
"We'll both cook our best dishes and the best food wins. If I win, you will sell me this restaurant and continue working here." I offer with a shark-like smile.
"Why do you want my restaurant?" He asks with worry.
"I was thinking of starting a restaurant and then I thought it would be easier to take over someone else's." I say casually.
"Fine, but if I win you have to work in my restaurant for a month with no pay." He says with a menacing smile of his own.
The crowd around us was shocked. A member of the royal family working in a restaurant. It's like the beginning of a bad joke.
"I accept! I will be using your kitchen and ingredients." I say and get up from my seat.
"Wait, who will be the judge of the food?" The owner asks with a hint of worry in his voice.
I understand his worry. I could easily make someone loyal to me the judge and win. I'm the crowned prince, after all. Who would have the nerve to say that my cooking is bad.
"We'll pick three people from the dining hall." I say and turn my attention to the people dining around us. "As you've heard, the owner and I will be having a cooking match. We will choose three of you to judge the match. I want to make it clear that I will not accept any of you lying. If my food is bad say it's bad. I want this to be a fair match, so don't favor me just because of my position." I state and the weight seems to fall off of the owner's shoulders.
Before going to the kitchen to start cooking I look over at Rem. She seems to be enjoying the show like everyone else. That's good. I was worried she would be annoyed that I'm doing this during our first date.
The owner walks me to the kitchen and shows me where everything is. Rem follows along as well. This is our date, after all. I can't just leave her in the dining hall. Before we start cooking, I look over at the owner.
"Hey, what's your name? I forgot to ask." I ask.
"Name's Ronald but everyone calls me Ron." He says as he looks over his ingredients.
"Alright, Ron. You can call me Syrin when no other nobles are around." I say casually and he looks at me in surprise. "What? Did you think I was some uptight noble or something?"
"You did come into my restaurant and call my food mediocre, so yes that's exactly what I thought." He says matter of factly.
"Appearances can be deceiving, and your food is mediocre. I'm just trying to help open your eyes a bit." I say casually as I look over my ingredients.
"Whatever you say, kid." He says in exasperation.
"Once you try my food you'll understand." I say as I wonder what I should make.
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