1850 Hypocritical Man

"Little Amy, is the roasted meat good?"

"Mm-hm, mm-hm. It's good, but it can't be better than the ones my father made. It's still a little lacking," Amy said with a nod as she bit into the roasted mutton ribs.

"That's true. Boss Mag's culinary skills are indeed invincible." Krassu smiled as he watched Amy dotingly.

"Master, do you have something worth being happy about?" Amy asked Krassu, who had a wide smile hanging on his face, after she finished a mutton rib.

Her master's smile had not faded since the start of the competition.

"Little Amy won eight battles in a row. Of course I would be happy." Krassu nodded with a smile. He enjoyed all the envious looks and Richard's black face. That was way more exhilarating than winning eight battles himself.

"In that case, should I win another eight battles tomorrow to make you happy?" Amy said as she bit into the meat.