Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Chapter 197

Casper instructed those from the relevant departments to have the kitchen set up for his upcoming showdown with Sharon.

“What’s going on?” 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, “Go ahead and call it a day as soon as you finish the last order from the customers. Your pay won’t be deducted.”

Wait! What?

The chefs cheered the moment they heard his sudden announcement. One of the fearless chefs asked, “Mr. Simpson, are you going to cook?”

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.

“Was the fish still struggling when Mr. Simpson has killed it?”

They were confused because the fish, even after being skinned alive, wouldn’t stop wriggling.

Seconds after the chefs wrapped up their conversation, the fish stopped moving and fell apart.

“Oh, God! It’s 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!”

One of the experienced chefs broke the silence and gaped at Casper’s seemingly unbelievable skills.

The man continued cleaning up the mess he had made and asserted, “Actually, it’s 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 it’s even dead.”

The chefs couldn’t 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, “Mr. Simpson, you’re not trying to chase us away, aren’t you?”

One of his fellow chefs asked, “Hello? What kind of joke is this? You don’t think Mr. Simpson is going to spend most of his time in the kitchen with us, do you?”

Casper beamed in satisfaction when he heard their conversation. He wouldn’t 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. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

That was precisely the reason he had to acquire Sharon and her sister’s aid at all costs.

Arching his brows in confusion, Casper asked the chefs who had surrounded him, “Are you guys going to take a break or not?”

“We want to find out the sort of dish you’re preparing! Are you going to make something that’s off the face of the earth?”

Casper caressed his chin and thought it wouldn’t 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.

“Alright, feel free to stay if you guys are curious about the things that are about to unveil in the afternoon!”

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, “What’s going to happen in the afternoon?”

The chef who figured out the technique Casper employed voiced out his speculation, “Ms. Schneider has instructed us to get two sets of identical cooking utensils ready. Are they having some sort of showdown?”

“A showdown? Mr. Simpson is such an exceptional cook! Is anyone even a match for him?”

In an attempt to garner Casper’s attention, the rest of the chefs added, “You’re right!”

“I believe their showdown is nothing close to the ones we have imagined. Although Mr. Simpson is fairly skilled in several aspects, he’s not a full-fledged cook. You guys don’t think a chef who knows how to prepare the ingredients is exceptional, do you?”

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, “Sir, you’re right! Care to introduce yourself? How long have you been in the industry?”

The chef proceeded to introduce himself in a courteous manner, “I’m 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.”

Upon hearing that, Caspar suggested, “Well, I think you’re the perfect candidate to be the judge!”

When the rest of the party figured out Casper would soon have a showdown with someone else, they got pumped up and asked, “Is it really a showdown?”

All of a sudden, someone barged into the kitchen—Elena marched in Casper’s direction and announced, “Mr. Simpson, she’s here!”

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, “Actually, that’s not necessary because I have all sorts of ingredients you may need.”

The chefs gaped at the presence of the young woman—they 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, “You’re the owner of Tycoon! I can’t be certain if you’re going to mess with me! Just to be safe, I have everything I need ready!”

“Oh? Haven’t you been addressing me as a country bumkin yesterday? Is it possible for a country bumkin to own a hotel?”

Sharon was rendered speechless by Casper’s sarcastic remark. She refused to acknowledge the man as the owner of Tycoon. Otherwise, it would indicate she was the foolish one.

I’d rather be deceived by him and consider this a futile trip instead of acknowledging him as the owner! Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to be the case! Judging by the response and the manner of those around right now, it’s safe to assume I have made a mistake!

Out of the blue, Sharon broke the silence and scoffed, “We’ll talk about the rest once this is over!”

“Alright. I hope you’re not going to go back against your words once you’re defeated!” 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, “Miss, what’s your name?”

“I’m Sharon! Sharon Alder!”

“That’s 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!”

Casper beckoned Louis over as soon as he finished his sentence.