"There's such a thing?" His words immediately attracted the attention of many chefs who were eating.
"Our main kitchen has always been in charge of all the banquets in the tribe. How can the rules be changed so easily after so many years? There are so many great chefs in our main kitchen. How can they find someone better than us outside?! "a middle-aged chef said angrily.
Instantly, there was a commotion of agreement.
Their pride as chefs made it difficult for them to accept such an arrangement.
"What are you yelling about? Don't you know what you are capable of? If the things you made were really presentable, Master Jérôme wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble to invite Mr. Meg from Chaos City. " Heyman walked into the restaurant, and looked at all the chefs present with disappointment. He stepped aside to let Meg through, and continued, "Let me introduce him. This is Mr. Meg, the head chef from Mamy's in Chaos City. He will be in charge of the main banquet for tomorrow's banquet."
"As to why we chose him? Because Mr. Meg's dishes won the best dish award at the Roth Empire's palace banquet, and he has also received praises from many famous gourmets. Are you convinced? "Heyman's gaze swept across all the chefs in the restaurant.
The restaurant fell silent instantly. All the chefs looked at Meg with complicated gazes, and some resentment and indignation.
Meg glanced at the restaurant. It seemed like no one had prepared dinner for them. He couldn't be bothered to argue with these peers, so he said, "Let's make dinner ourselves. May I know where the kitchen is that we can use?"
"Mr. Meg, this way please. All your kitchenware has been moved to Kitchen 1. If you need to make dinner, I will bring you there," Heyman said with a smile as he led Meg out of the restaurant and towards Kitchen 1.
"Let's go! Let's go take a look too. Let's see if this fellow is really so capable and how he can replace us. "The short and skinny chef who started the incident put down his bowl and followed them out.
"Let's go, let's all go take a look."
All the chefs followed them out.
The news of the arrival of Meg and the others had already spread throughout the kitchen. An outsider was going to replace their original position, which naturally caused quite a commotion.
After hearing the news, more and more chefs gathered in Kitchen No. 1. They all wanted to see with their own eyes whether the invited chef was really that awesome.
"Father, why do these chefs seem so unfriendly to us? Are they bad guys? "Amy asked in a low voice as she looked at the hostile chefs in bewilderment.
"I'm not really a bad guy. Every chef has their own pride. If I can't convince them wholeheartedly, I'll make them feel uncomfortable." Meg shook his head with a smile. He could understand the reason behind the resentment of his peers.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Meg. I didn't teach them well." Hymin turned her head and said with some embarrassment.
"It's alright. As a chef, I can understand how they feel." Meg shook his head. Of course, understanding didn't mean that he had to spoil them.
Kitchen No. 1 was the largest kitchen in the main kitchen. It was also the most well-equipped and high-end kitchen. In addition to the original equipment, the kitchenware that Meg brought over had also been moved into the kitchen. However, many of the kitchenware were new to them, so they hadn't arranged them yet.
Meg made sure that his kitchenware hadn't been lost during the transportation process. Then, he began to instruct Mia and the others to put the kitchenware in a comfortable position.
"Is this the chef that you invited? He looks so young, just like an apprentice. "
"Yeah, he doesn't look like a chef who can make delicious food. Which old chef hasn't accumulated decades or even centuries of cooking skills? What can such a young human make?"
"Is the kitchen a place where women can stay? He actually found a bunch of women to be his assistants. How extravagant. "
"I'm just curious. How did the chef find so many beautiful ladies …"
More and more chefs gathered inside and outside the main kitchen. They were discussing softly. Some were doubtful, some were jealous, and some were envious.
Meg ignored those noisy voices calmly. He looked at Amy and asked, "Amy, what do you want to eat tonight?"
"I want to eat grilled fish and braised pork," Amy said without hesitation.
"What about the others? What else do you want to eat?" Meg turned to look at the crowd and asked.
"I want to eat eggplant with garlic sauce," Mia said.
"I want to eat beggar's chicken," Gina said softly.
"Actually, I don't really want to eat beef kebabs, either," Barbara said with a proud look.
"Alright, give me a moment. I'll make dinner," Meg said with a smile. He took out various ingredients from the fridge and began to cook.
The chefs present gradually quieted down. Their gazes fell on Meg.
Meg began to prepare the ingredients first. He washed, processed, and cut them. His series of actions flowed smoothly. Although he was doing it alone, his efficiency was very high. He was busy but not messy. This made the other chefs look at him differently.
Efficiency was important in the main kitchen. Different chefs were responsible for different processes. Although these were all very basic tasks, one could see a chef's basic skills from the details.
The uniform knife patterns on the fish, the evenly sized pieces of meat, and the various trimmed side dishes made the chefs who were in charge of the trimming shut their mouths.
Phyllis stayed in Chaos City, and Camilla didn't go with them. Hence, Meg could only do the trimming work himself.
Meg put the braised pork into the pot to stew first. Then, he put the processed grilled fish into the oven. After that, he put the beggar's chicken that was covered in yellow mud into the oven to grill at high temperature. After that, he started to skewer the meat and prepare the beef kebabs.
"Why did he put the fish into that square container? What kind of kitchenware is that? Is he sure he doesn't need to heat it up? "
"He wrapped the chicken in mud. Is he sure that it's still edible? It looks very dirty. How can a delicacy that's served to the distinguished guests be so dirty? "
"If it's just stewing meat, there are many chefs in our main kitchen who can make a dish of this standard. It's cut into such big pieces. The nobles eat delicately. "
After Meg started to cook, the chefs started to talk more. Meg's strange cooking method attracted a bunch of senior chefs' online comments. They couldn't hide their disdain in their words.
"These fellows are really noisy." Irina pursed her lips after she found a high stool from somewhere and glanced at those chefs.
"Do we need them to shut their mouths?" Amy rubbed her palms together, eager to try.
"Only real delicacies can conquer chefs." Meg shook his head with a smile. He placed the skewers on the already lit charcoal grill.
"Ding!"
Right at this moment, the oven's notification that the food was done sounded.
Meg put on a pair of thick gloves, and pulled open the oven door.
The rich aroma of the spicy grilled fish wafted out instantly!
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