The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189 A Cooking Competition (Part Two)

The chef didn’t bother wasting another word on Maren.

At the cutting board, he carved through a slab of human flesh, slicing it into thin, tidy ribbons where fat clung

to meat.

He brought a pot of water to a boil and dropped the strips in, letting them cook until the color turned dull and

gray.

When they were done, he laid them out across a plate and reached for a pinch of salt, scattering it across the meat like he was seasoning something special.

“That’s it? Just boiled meat? I thought you were some big shot chef?” said Tessa, frowning as she scoffed.

The ingredients were limited, sure. But this was still as basic as it got.

“You really don’t get it. I haven’t even finished yet.”

The chef gripped the knife again and slashed a deep line across his forearm. Blood streamed from the cut and fell directly onto the meat, warm and fresh.

“I picked this up watching how the savages eat. They’ve lived on raw meat for years. Cooked food smells good, sure, but it’s not what they crave. So I figured out how to meet them halfway. This–cooked meat with fresh blood–is my solution.” He held up his bleeding arm like a trophy, proud of what he’d made.

“Not bad,” said Maren.

She gave him that much. He understood the savages like an anthropologist would.

Most people wouldn’t think past roasting the meat and hoping it was enough. He knew better.

Hearing praise from her only puffed up his ego.

However, Tessa and Natalie were both on edge now. Even Maren was acknowledging his skill. What if he were to win? They certainly didn’t want that to happen. If the chef were to survive, he would not spare them.

The leader moved in and snatched a piece from the plate. He bit into it without hesitation. His eyes lit up with

joy.

“You saw that, right? Are you ready to give up? You can’t beat me. If you surrender now, I’ll let you off easy,” the chef declared as he ogled at Maren’s sexy body.

“What’s the rush? It’s my turn–now.” Maren stood and approached the pot, ready to showcase her culinary

skills.

“Maren, you can do this!” Tessa and Natalie encouraged her, knowing their fate hinged on her success.

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Chapter 189 A Cooking Competition (Part Two)

Instead of the chef’s approach of thinly slicing the meat, Maren opted for thick, robust rectangular chunks. She drizzled oil into the pot and started frying them.

“Stupid! Those chunks are far too thick. They won’t cook thoroughly. You’re losing the benefits of having cooked food!” the chef scoffed, mocking Maren’s technique.

“Why is she doing this? Didn’t she just agree with his method earlier? Why deviate now?” Tessa and Natalie

watched anxiously, confused and concerned.

They couldn’t fathom Maren’s strategy. The chef’s method was proven. Why change it?

“Copying him exactly would only lead to a draw at best. Is that what you want?” Maren replied as she focused

on frying the meat.

“Right.” Tessa and Natalie felt sheepish, realizing they hadn’t thought it through.

A tie would mean the chef remained unchallenged, effectively a loss for them.

“See? You really are pretty clever. Unlike those two,” the chef complimented Maren, his tone laced with a

growing respect.

He had started to cook first, choosing simplicity by relying on his execution and wasted no time worrying about

a cheap imitation like what Maren was doing. He was confident in his victory.

Maren ignored his comments. To her, this man was already irrelevant.

She meticulously seared each side of the chunks. Then, she arranged them neatly on a plate.

Without adding even a pinch of salt, Maren presented the dish to the tribal leader.

“Really? That’s it?” The chef burst into laughter. Maren didn’t even season the meat. She just fried the chunks briefly, leaving parts slightly charred. As he suspected, her cooking skills were subpar.

The leader’s face dropped upon seeing the plat Maren prepared. Clearly disappointed, his appetite vanished

into thin air.

Tessa’s and Natalie’s hearts sank. Maren had been so confident when she stepped up to challenge the chef.

They had believed she had a clever plan.

Now, it appeared they might be doomed.

“How can you know it’s good if you have

unaffected by the surrounding skepticism.

tasted it?” Maren addressed the leader in his own tongue,

The leader hesitated, then cautiously picked up a chunk of meat and tasted it. After he chewed a few times, his eyes lit up with excitement.

He sprang to his feet, exuberantly gesturing and shouting joyously as he continued to eat.

“What?” The chef stared at Maren, his face a mask of utter disbelie