Revenge and the Harem Chef’s Miracle System

Louis Moreau was Back

The older man narrowed his eyes, clearly unable to believe what he was seeing. "What are you doing here, Louis? You’re no longer part of this restaurant."

Louis met his gaze without flinching. "I just wanted to see if this place is still running well without me."

Antoine scoffed. "Don’t act as if you were ever an important part of this place. We’ve already hired a chef who’s far better than you."

Louis chuckled. "Oh? Then I’d like to challenge your new chef."

The room fell silent.

"A challenge?" Antoine narrowed his eyes. "You think you can beat my professional chef?"

Louis stepped closer. "If I win, I want you to admit that I’m better than them."

Antoine remained silent for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Fine! If you want to embarrass yourself, I’ll give you the chance."

He gestured to a young chef. "Tristan! Take him on!"

A blond man in a pristine chef’s uniform stepped forward, a smug expression on his face. "I don’t know why you came back, but I’ll make sure you regret it."

Louis smiled calmly. "We’ll see."

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The staff gathered in the main kitchen. Some customers, having overheard the commotion, stood near the open kitchen, eager to watch.

Louis and Tristan took their places at their respective stations.

"Freestyle dish," Antoine announced. "Whoever creates the best dish wins."

Louis picked up a kitchen knife effortlessly, feeling its perfect balance in his grip.

[Legendary Cooking Skill: Culinary God activated.]

While Tristan started chopping ingredients at a standard pace, Louis moved like lightning. His knife danced through the air, creating a rapid rhythm that left everyone stunned.

"Unbelievable… he’s that fast?" a staff member whispered.

Antoine narrowed his eyes, struggling to comprehend what he was witnessing. "Impossible…."

Louis worked with extraordinary precision. Every ingredient was treated with care, every seasoning measured to perfection. Within minutes, a mouthwatering aroma filled the kitchen, making everyone instinctively swallow.

As time ran out, Louis plated his dish—Filet Mignon with Truffle Sauce and Rosemary Mashed Potatoes.

Tristan, seeing Louis’s finished dish, looked pale. He glanced at his own—Tournedos Rossini—which looked good but lacked the same aura of perfection.

Antoine tasted Tristan’s dish first.

"Hmm… it’s good," he said.

Then, he moved on to Louis’s plate. The moment he took the first bite, his eyes widened.

The tenderness of the meat, the richness of the truffle sauce, and the smoothness of the mashed potatoes melted on his tongue, leaving him utterly speechless.

"H-how is this possible…?"

Louis crossed his arms. "So, who’s the winner?"

Antoine stared at him, a mix of shock and fear in his expression.

And at that moment, everyone in the restaurant realized one thing:

Louis Moreau was back.

All eyes were on Antoine Bouchard, the restaurant owner who now looked visibly uneasy. His face tensed, his lips slightly trembling as if refusing to accept the reality before him.

Louis waited, his sharp gaze piercing through the older man.

“Well?” Louis raised an eyebrow. “Who’s the winner?”

Antoine hesitated, but the expressions of the judges didn’t lie. Even the customers who had the chance to taste Louis’ dish looked captivated.

Finally, with a voice barely above a whisper, Antoine admitted, “You… win.”

The room was immediately filled with murmurs of disbelief.

“Louis won?”

“The fired chef is better than Tristan?”

“I want to try his food!”

Louis smirked. “Of course, I won.”

Tristan, still standing beside him, clenched his fists. “Impossible! I can’t lose to a loser like you!”

Louis looked at him calmly. “The results are clear. If you can’t accept defeat, that’s not my problem.”

Tristan was about to retort, but Antoine raised a hand, stopping him.

“Get out of this restaurant, Louis,” he said coldly. “I may not be able to deny your cooking skills, but that doesn’t mean I want you here.”

Louis chuckled softly. “Relax. I have no interest in working under someone like you again.”

He turned around, walking away with a light step. But before leaving, he glanced back one last time.

“Oh, one more thing,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Soon, I’ll be opening my own restaurant.”

Antoine’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“And I’ll make sure this place loses all its customers,” Louis continued. “Be ready, Antoine. This is just the beginning.”

With that, he walked away, leaving the restaurant in stunned silence.

As soon as he stepped outside, the cold voice of the system echoed in his mind once again.

[Ding! First mission has been issued.]

[Mission: Open your first restaurant and prove your legendary cooking skills!]

Reward: 50,000 System Points, Exclusive Restaurant in a Prime Location, and Cooking Skill Upgrade.

Louis grinned.

“Perfect.”

Scarlett, who had been waiting in the car, had watched everything unfold from a distance. When Louis entered the vehicle, she looked at him with curiosity.

“It seems like you’ve already begun your plan,” she said.

Louis leaned back in his seat. “Yeah, and this is just the start.”

Scarlett smiled. “Good. Because I have something for you.”

She handed him a document. Louis opened it, and his eyes narrowed.

“This restaurant…”

Scarlett nodded. “I’ve secured the best location in Paris. You just need to set it up the way you want.”

Louis stared at her seriously. “Why are you doing all this for me?”

Scarlett gazed out the window. “Because I enjoy watching the world burn.”

Louis chuckled. “Then let’s start lighting the fire.”

With newfound determination, Louis prepared for the next step—establishing a restaurant that would shake the culinary world.

And this was only the beginning of his rise as the new king of cuisine and the hareem system that had just awakened within him.