Casper instructed those from the relevant departments to have the kitchen set up for his upcoming showdown with Sharon.
âWhatâs going on?â The chefs gathered around and wondered if their boss would be joining them in the kitchen.
Casper announced the great news with a bright grin, âGo ahead and call it a day as soon as you finish the last order from the customers. Your pay wonât be deducted.â
Wait! What?
The chefs cheered the moment they heard his sudden announcement. One of the fearless chefs asked, âMr. Simpson, are you going to cook?â
Casper nodded in response. He retrieved a knife that was nearby and started messing around with it to figure out if he still remembered how to cook.
Immediately after he got his hands on a fish that was nearby, he skinned it off and chopped it into equivalent parts. When everyone returned to their senses, he had long sorted out everything.
âWas the fish still struggling when Mr. Simpson has killed it?â
They were confused because the fish, even after being skinned alive, wouldnât stop wriggling.
Seconds after the chefs wrapped up their conversation, the fish stopped moving and fell apart.
âOh, God! Itâs a technique that enables fish to move around for a short while after being skinned alive!
My mentor once brought it up in front of me, but no one had ever mastered it!â
One of the experienced chefs broke the silence and gaped at Casperâs seemingly unbelievable skills.
The man continued cleaning up the mess he had made and asserted, âActually, itâs not a big deal. If I were faster, the fish might get to move around for at least a quarter of a minute. I can have it served before itâs even dead.â
The chefs couldnât snap out of their bewilderment. They had a hard time fathoming the fact someone had mastered a technique that had been discussed over the years.
They were all renowned chefs with different specialties. Nonetheless, Casper seemed to have outmatched them in terms of culinary skills.
One of the chefs asked in a despairing tone, âMr. Simpson, youâre not trying to chase us away, arenât you?â
One of his fellow chefs asked, âHello? What kind of joke is this? You donât think Mr. Simpson is going to spend most of his time in the kitchen with us, do you?â
Casper beamed in satisfaction when he heard their conversation. He wouldnât mind joining them in the kitchen, but that would be impossible due to the things he had on his plate. Should he spend his day in the kitchen, things would spiral out of control for Tycoon and Firewolf Chamber of Commerce.
That was precisely the reason he had to acquire Sharon and her sisterâs aid at all costs.
Arching his brows in confusion, Casper asked the chefs who had surrounded him, âAre you guys going to take a break or not?â
âWe want to find out the sort of dish youâre preparing! Are you going to make something thatâs off the face of the earth?â
Casper caressed his chin and thought it wouldnât be a bad idea to have the bunch of professionals there to be the judges. At the very least, they could vouch on his behalf.
âAlright, feel free to stay if you guys are curious about the things that are about to unveil in the afternoon!â
As soon as he made himself clear, he started gathering the ingredients he needed. The chefs exchanged glances and decided to stay for the event in the afternoon. No way would they leave after Casper demonstrated the skill they had all heard of.
Soon, it was lunchtime. Usually, the chefs would spend their time during lunch hours working. They would only get to take a break once they finished serving the customers.
One of the chefs muttered to the staff, âWhatâs going to happen in the afternoon?â
The chef who figured out the technique Casper employed voiced out his speculation, âMs. Schneider has instructed us to get two sets of identical cooking utensils ready. Are they having some sort of showdown?â
âA showdown? Mr. Simpson is such an exceptional cook! Is anyone even a match for him?â
In an attempt to garner Casperâs attention, the rest of the chefs added, âYouâre right!â
âI believe their showdown is nothing close to the ones we have imagined. Although Mr. Simpson is fairly skilled in several aspects, heâs not a full-fledged cook. You guys donât think a chef who knows how to prepare the ingredients is exceptional, do you?â
It was quite an offensive remark. Afraid of offending Casper, the rest of the party went dead silent when they heard that harsh comment.
To their surprise, Casper nodded and asserted, âSir, youâre right! Care to introduce yourself? How long have you been in the industry?â
The chef proceeded to introduce himself in a courteous manner, âIâm Louis. It has been a little more than two years since the day I joined Tycoon as a chef. I have spent the past three decades as a chef for different employers.â
Upon hearing that, Caspar suggested, âWell, I think youâre the perfect candidate to be the judge!â
When the rest of the party figured out Casper would soon have a showdown with someone else, they got pumped up and asked, âIs it really a showdown?â
All of a sudden, someone barged into the kitchenâElena marched in Casperâs direction and announced, âMr. Simpson, sheâs here!â
As soon as Elena finished her announcement, Sharon, who was dressed casually, showed up with her set of utensils. Those behind her had the ingredients she needed ready.
Casper denoted, âActually, thatâs not necessary because I have all sorts of ingredients you may need.â
The chefs gaped at the presence of the young womanâthey thought the one who would have a showdown with Casper was a renowned chef from another competing restaurant in the industry.
Sharon rebuked his offer without a second thought, âYouâre the owner of Tycoon! I canât be certain if youâre going to mess with me! Just to be safe, I have everything I need ready!â
âOh? Havenât you been addressing me as a country bumkin yesterday? Is it possible for a country bumkin to own a hotel?â
Sharon was rendered speechless by Casperâs sarcastic remark. She refused to acknowledge the man as the owner of Tycoon. Otherwise, it would indicate she was the foolish one.
Iâd rather be deceived by him and consider this a futile trip instead of acknowledging him as the owner!
Unfortunately, that doesnât seem to be the case! Judging by the response and the manner of those around right now, itâs safe to assume I have made a mistake!
Out of the blue, Sharon broke the silence and scoffed, âWeâll talk about the rest once this is over!â
âAlright. I hope youâre not going to go back against your words once youâre defeated!â Casper put on his apron and showed Sharon the way to the workstation that had been prepared.
Immediately, Sharon started assembling the items she had brought along with her. Those behind her seemed to be her sous-chefs. It merely took them a few minutes to have everything arranged in order.
As soon as she was done, Casper asked, âMiss, whatâs your name?â
âIâm Sharon! Sharon Alder!â
âThatâs quite a wonderful name! Ms. Alder, this chef over here has been in the industry for over three decades. I wish to appoint him the judge! You can send someone from your side to do the same to ensure the upcoming session is conducted fair and square!â
Casper beckoned Louis over as soon as he finished his sentence.