Chaos City was a complicated city. It was a city that stood out from the rest.
People from various races came here, and built this city of freedom and equality together under the constraints and guidance of a special set of rules.
The Roth Empire was still consolidating its centralized feudal dynasty. The Wind Forest gave up its free soul, and became more and more like humans. They dug deep caves to guard against the next racial war. The orcs still maintained their nomadic hunting tradition. The demons kept fighting for territory. The giant dragons soared in the sky, but had the strictest racial suppression.
Chaos City, on the other hand, kept opening up and innovating. It went from a wasteland and a prison for war criminals to a thriving city in the past 100 years.
Milo and Garland got up shortly after dawn. They carried their small bags and walked on the streets of Chaos City. They looked at the breakfast shops that opened one after another. As the steam rose, they saw the smiles on the faces of those who woke up early.
This was a lively city.
Such a lively city was not common in Rodu.
Those who lived at the bottom and could not change their lives no matter how hard they tried. There was no anticipation or passion for life on their faces.
But in Chaos City, you could see the smiles on people's faces everywhere.
Even if they only bought a pancake from the roadside for one copper coin, they could still eat it and feel that it was extraordinarily delicious.
Happiness was probably the most charming and attractive aspect of this city.
"I used to think that this city didn't even have good food, and that the people living here must not be happy. But now, it seems that this thinking was too narrow-minded." Milo smiled shamefully.
"Yes. If I hadn't come here personally, I wouldn't have thought that this city's happiness would be so strong." Garland nodded in agreement. "Moreover, there's a restaurant in this city that all foodies in the world envy and yearn for."
"I'm more curious about what Amy's breakfast will be like now," Milo said with a smile. Today might be a very memorable day in his career. He would be interviewing a restaurant owner for the first time about the story behind the food.
In the past, he would always fill in the 10,000-word dirty stories for those bosses.
Milo and Garland had arrived early enough, but they did not expect that there were already scattered customers lining up at the entrance of Amy's.
In addition, there were also many cleaners gathered at the entrance of the restaurant. It seemed that they were also waiting for food.
"Will Amy's breakfast prices be lowered?" Milo asked the customer standing in front of him curiously.
That customer seemed to have seen through Milo's thoughts, and explained with a smile, "The prices on the menu won't change. Boss Mag has been preparing breakfast for the cleaners for a while so that they can have a steaming hot breakfast after working for a few hours."
"I see. Mr Mak is really a good person." Milo nodded thoughtfully.
With the high price of Mamy's dishes, preparing breakfast for so many cleaners every day was not a small expense. What was even more difficult was that he had to prepare breakfast before opening every day, which would undoubtedly take up his rest time.
Not long after, the door of the restaurant opened, and a female employee walked out with a big iron bucket in one hand. She began to distribute the congee with pork and century egg to the cleaners in an orderly manner.
The hot steam carried the aroma of the congee with pork and century egg and spread in all directions.
"It smells so good." Milo's throat rolled as he looked at the cleaners who were carrying large bowls of congee with pork and century egg. He muttered, "I suddenly want to be a cleaner."
"If it's just you, maybe they won't want you." Garland glanced at him.
For breakfast, Milo ordered a bowl of congee with pork and century egg. He also followed the advice of the customer at the same table and ordered a set of soy milk and youtiao.
The congee with pork and century egg had refreshed his imagination of porridge. He didn't know what kind of animal had laid the century egg, but it was so delicious when paired with tender lean meat. After a bowl of congee with pork and century egg, he only felt that his whole body had become warm.
The combination of youtiao and soy milk had subverted all his imagination of breakfast.
The crispy youtiao was crispy and fragrant. It was better than any fried snack. It also had a hint of sweetness. The more he chewed, the more delicious it became.
He took another sip of the sweet and delicious soy milk. The texture was much more delicate and soft than milk. After swallowing, his mouth was still full of fragrance.
Of course, this was not the ultimate way to eat.
He picked up the short strips of youtiao with chopsticks and dipped them into the soy milk. When the youtiao was slightly soft, he immediately picked it up and took a bite.
The youtiao with a hint of tenacity in its softness was tainted with the sweetness of the soy milk. Whether it was the texture or the layers of taste, it had increased countless times, becoming a brand new delicacy.
After drinking the last drop of soy milk in the bowl, Milo put down his chopsticks and couldn't help but praise, "Mr. Mak is really a genius to be able to come up with such a wonderful combination."
"I agree with that very much." Garland also put down the bowl, somewhat unsatisfied.
"No wonder Randy and the others don't want to leave here. It's not because they don't have goals or ideals, but because they don't want to leave. This is simply heaven." Milo looked in the direction of the kitchen. Meg's body seemed to be exuding a mysterious glow.
…
After the morning service, Milo and Garland were received by Meg.
"Is this considered an interview?" Meg said with a smile as he poured a cup of tea for Milo and Garland each.
"Speaking of which, this is the first time we've interviewed a chef. If you've read our magazine, you should know that we're always serious and critical when it comes to food," Garland said with a smile.
"In that case, I should feel honored."
"No, it's our honor to be able to ask Mr. Mak to talk about the story behind food. For breakfast today, we were once again impressed by your exquisite culinary skills and novel and special ideas," Garland quickly said. He didn't want to leave an arrogant impression on Meg.
Meg looked at Garland with a smile, and said, "Before the interview begins, may I take the liberty to ask about the influence of Whole Foods and Beauty magazine? For example, the number of subscribers to the new issue? "
Garland was a little surprised by Meg's question, but he quickly smiled, and said, "Whole Foods and Beauty is the leader in the food magazine industry. After decades of development, it has become one of the most influential food magazines on the Norland Continent. The number of new issues released every month is tens of thousands of copies, and the radiation affects hundreds of thousands of people, which is equivalent to about 10 million."
"Even Princess Vanessa of the Roth Empire is a loyal reader of our magazine. She even wrote to me," Milo added with a smile.
"She seems to read all kinds of food magazines, and occasionally writes to some gourmets who she thinks might have problems with their livelihood, encouraging them to persevere," Meg said calmly as he glanced at Milo.
Milo: "…"
Garland's gaze was a little shifty as he tried hard not to laugh.
Vanessa said that herself. She had been doing this kind of thing all these years, and occasionally gave some money to these gourmets so that they could get through some difficult times.
In this world where entertainment was scarce and information circulation was inconvenient, it was already very good that a food magazine could do this.
Meg knew that Garland's so-called radiation of a million was definitely a little exaggerated, but the sales of tens of thousands of magazines were real. This meant that as long as he accepted the interview, this interview would appear in the new issue of those readers who bought the magazine.
"What do you want to ask?" Meg poured himself a cup of tea, leaned back in his chair, and sat comfortably.
"Then can we start with Mr. Meg's culinary experience? Mr. Meg has such amazing culinary skills at such a young age, and keeps creating so many delicacies. You must be born in a family of chefs, and have been learning to cook since you were young, right? "Garland asked with a smile.
"Not really." Meg shook his head, and calmly said, "Being a chef is just a hobby. I haven't learned cooking from anyone, and I don't have any family background of chefs. A few months ago, I felt that I should raise the level of this world's food, so I opened this restaurant."
Garland: "???"
Milo: "???"
The two of them looked at Meg with a somewhat inexplicable gaze.
Not bad, Big-chested Brother. This pretentious act made people not know how to respond.
Originally, they thought that Mr. Mak seemed to be easy to get along with, and the interview should be carried out in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. They did not expect that as soon as they sat down, Mr. Mak directly laid his cards on the table.
Meg looked at the expressions of the two and was a little puzzled. Was he too simple?
After all, Garland was a professional chief editor. She quickly realized that Meg's way of speaking made it easier to ignite the topic, so she followed his words and continued, "You said that you want to raise the level of this world's food. What do you mean by that?"
"Let more people eat real delicacies instead of those ordinary and ordinary foods. Let those fake delicacies have nowhere to hide, improve people's ability to appreciate delicacies, and even let every ordinary person learn one or two delicacies that they can cook themselves." Meg smiled slightly. "This is my vision, and also my so-called higher level of food."
Milo opened his mouth slightly, and looked at Meg with eyes full of surprise and appreciation. How could this not be what he thought in his heart?
"This is really a great and beautiful vision." Garland praised sincerely. As a food lover, she also looked forward to seeing such a grand scene.
"You have created so many strange and delicious foods. May I ask where your inspiration comes from? You have to know that many of these foods are unheard of. We can't even imagine that they can be cooked like this, such as beggar's chicken wrapped in mud, or tofu pudding made with soybeans. "
Meg smiled and said, "I can only be regarded as a person who stands on the shoulders of wise ancestors, and life is the source of all inspiration. What you don't know doesn't exist, but your knowledge is limited. "
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