Meg's teaching was simple and easy to understand. Even Ivan, who was a complete novice at cooking, could understand, and quickly got the hang of it under his guidance.
As there were only three iron pots, everyone had to take turns. One crayfish was a chance to try. The price of 50 copper coins made everyone's attitude much more serious.
Kitar, who had 13 crayfish, became the tycoon among them. He had an extremely high trial and error rate.
Failure was visible to the naked eye. Whether it was burning when stir-frying, or turning the pot into a paste when boiling the sauce, the common mistakes of novices appeared one after another.
However, the improvement was also very obvious. Ivan, who couldn't even use the spatula smoothly, could already flip an entire crayfish in the big pot successfully.
"Alright, today's morning practice is over. I will rest for a while before opening for business. You guys can go back first," Meg said to the apprentices at 11 o 'clock. If they didn't leave now, they would have to stay for lunch.
Everyone bade farewell to Mag respectfully. They only knew how difficult it was to make a scrumptious crayfish after they learned it personally. Their admiration for Mag also increased with each passing day.
"Alfred and Simmons are settled. Who's next?" Meg asked Irina during lunch.
Irina thought for a while, and said, "Westin, then."
"He's a good choice." Meg nodded slightly. Westin, the second elder of the shivarras, was one of the participants in the ambush against him back then.
The shivarras were also an extremely warlike demon race. They were known for their terrifying destructive power. They were ranked second among the top ten demon races. They had a large number of people, and their high-end combat power had increased rapidly in the past hundred years. They had already started to challenge the dominance of the fear demons.
The fear demons' attitude towards the peace agreement was not clear, and the shivarras were the true leaders of the main battle camp. They were also pressuring the other races, trying to form a strong alliance of the main battle demons.
As the second elder of the shivarras, Westin had a high status.
However, his strength was not considered strong. He had barely broken through to rank 10 a dozen years ago, but he was a rare demon that was good at strategy. He could be considered the brain of the Destruction Demons. He had played a crucial role in the rapid growth of the Destruction Demons in the past hundred years.
In Mag's memory, when those demons and humans were laughing and mocking Alex, who had lost his limbs, Westin was the only one who suggested that he should be completely killed.
In that ambush back then, the shivarras did not appear on the Roth Empire's punishment list, but they should have received generous rewards from Josh.
"However, this guy is hiding like a turtle. He might not be so easy to deal with." Irina picked up a piece of chicken and took a bite. "If there's no chance, I'll choose Bar Hill."
"Ba Hill?"
"I heard that he likes to collect elven maids." Irina's voice and gaze turned cold at the same time.
Meg narrowed his eyes. Most elves who fell into the hands of demons did not have a good ending, and collecting elves completely turned them into pets. He nodded slightly, and said, "Then, I'll choose him."
Jane looked at Irina, and then at Meg. Although she did not understand anything, she had a feeling that they were very powerful.
After the lunch service, Meg hung a sign on the door of the courtyard to prevent the enthusiastic students from disturbing him too early. He went upstairs to continue reading.
The Cthulhu Mythos system was very huge. Meg would need a lot of time to understand it in depth, but other than reading, he had no other good ideas at the moment.
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"It's the third day since Mr. Mak left. I miss him."
Vanessa held her chin and looked at the wind chimes swaying in the wind outside the window.
"Princess, I went to ask today. They said that Mr. Mak should be back soon." Lora comforted her softly. She also missed Mr. Mak. In the past few days when he was gone, the princess' appetite had decreased a lot.
"Lora, do you think I've fallen for Mr. Mak? I've never missed a man so much. Even when I'm sleeping, my mind is full of him. "Vanessa turned around and looked at Lora.
"Are you sure you're not thinking about food, but Mr. Mak?" Lora asked hesitantly.
"Hmm." Vanessa's expression changed, and she muttered, "Although I've been thinking about food most of the time, if it wasn't for Mr. Mak, there wouldn't be food."
"That means you only like the food he makes, not Mr. Mak." Lora heaved a sigh of relief. Damn it, if her princess really fell in love with a chef, and a chef who already had a child, she would die when she went back.
"Alright. Compared to Mr. Mak, I do like tofu pudding, braised chicken and rice, Yangzhou fried rice more … If you think about it, he's ranked in the top 10." Vanessa nodded. She felt an inexplicable sense of guilt. She didn't expect that she would let Mr. Mak down so much. She was really sorry.
"By the way, the duke said that His Majesty sent you a letter urging you to go back to the palace. Are you really going to stay in the tower?" Lora asked.
"What's so fun about going back to the palace? There's no one to play with me, and there's no delicious food. I'm going to rot if I stay in my room every day." Vanessa shook her head, and a bright smile appeared on her face. "It's so nice here. Uncle Abraham takes me to eat delicious food every day, and the customers are so cute. It's so much more fun to eat with them than in the palace."
Lola looked at Vanessa's smile, and swallowed the words that were at the tip of her tongue. A smile appeared at the corner of her lips. It was rare to see the princess smiling like that in the palace.
"Also, Mr. Meg promised to treat my teeth. I won't go back until my teeth are cured," Vanessa said matter-of-factly.
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"Look, this is the 36th blood letter. If the boss doesn't come back soon, I think someone is going to hang themselves at the door." Yabemiya went out and came back with a stack of blood letters and various other letters that she tore off from the restaurant door. She looked at everyone helplessly and said, "It's been three days. Speaking of which, the boss rarely stays out for so long."
"I'm guessing that he and Amy won't come back today either." Barbara flipped a suspended plate with her finger, feeling bored.
"If the boss doesn't come back soon, the resentful customers might have a meeting to tear down the restaurant," Phyllis said worriedly. Not only Mr. Mak and Amy, but the princess had also left for a few days.
"Don't worry, they won't tear down the restaurant," Elizabeth said calmly. Y'lisabet said calmly. If someone tried to do this, they would have to ask her if she agreed.
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