"I can't believe he's going to cook for the king just like that!"
"What else can he do? When have you ever seen His Highness eat so much in one meal? It must be delicious!"
"I heard that he defeated Head Chef Beate from Ducas Restaurant in Chaos City. He really is very powerful."
After Josh left, the tense atmosphere in the restaurant was instantly lifted. Everyone had thought that this was going to be a very complex evaluation process, and all of the chefs were prepared to step forward to give their opinions.
In the end, Josh finished almost all three dishes on his own, and decided that Meg would be the chef at the king's birthday banquet. He didn't even ask for the opinions of the chefs, which was completely contrary to everyone's expectations.
"Father is so awesome!" Amy looked at Meg with reverence in her eyes.
"Let's go and have some food." Meg patted Amy's head with a smile, and felt as if a heavy stone had been lifted from his heart. The three portions of insanely spicy dish were very satisfying. Furthermore, judging from Josh's performance, he had most likely already drawn a clear line between him and Alex. Thus, he had achieved half of his objective on this trip to Rodu.
"Can we eat Father's food?" Amy asked with an expectant look in her eyes.
"Of course. The braised chicken and rice is enough for three people, and I can also cook a steak for Amy." Meg nodded with a smile as he led Amy out of the restaurant.
"That's great!" Amy yelled with elation.
"Meow ~" Ugly Duckling was a little anxious as if it were frantically hinting at something.
"You have a share too," Meg said with a smile.
"Ugly Duckling, if you pretend to faint the next time we fly, I won't give you anything to eat." Amy poked Ugly Duckling's head with a disdainful look.
"Meow ~" Ugly Duckling pursed its lips in an aggrieved manner as if it were saying that it really did faint.
"You can't faint even if you do!" Amy added.
"Meow …" Ugly Duckling lowered its head with a sheepish expression.
Mag looked on with a smile. Ugly Duckling now had a pair of white wings on its back, but judging from its increasingly round body, it didn't look like it could fly.
He still found it hard to imagine a round orange cat being carried by two small white wings. The picture was too beautiful to look at.
Meg took Amy out of the restaurant. Matthew, who was a little pale, quickly walked to the table, grabbed the chopsticks that the second prince had used before, and put a piece of fish into his mouth.
"Hot! Hot! Hot!"
As soon as the fish entered his mouth, there was only one word left in Matthew's mind. The strong spiciness seemed to have been concentrated and released in his mouth, exploding in an instant. The strong spiciness even made him feel dizzy and suffocated. His face turned red, and a white mist rose above his head.
This was definitely not an ordinary chili because no matter how much chili was added, it would not be so abnormally spicy. Just a small bite of the chili wrapped around the fish was almost suffocating.
Matthew didn't understand why the second prince was still full of praise for this fish, and why he was convinced that it was the most delicious fish he had ever tasted.
At this moment, the aroma of fish broke through the ground like a spring bamboo shoot, piercing out from the sea of red chili peppers, blooming with an incomparable deliciousness.
Matthew was born in a fishing village, and learned his first fish dish from the village chief at the age of 12. He was taken to Rodu by a merchant at the age of 15, and worked as an apprentice at Mobo Fish Restaurant beside the Mossen River for 10 years. He learned how to cook an all-fish feast from the old head chef, and he quickly surpassed his master. At the age of 26, he became the head chef of Mobo Fish Restaurant, and focused on cooking all types of fish, making Mobo Fish Restaurant the most renowned place to eat fish in Rodu.
It could be said that he had started out as a fish chef, and he had been cooking fish for 30 years.
He had once thought that there was no one in this world who knew how to cook fish better than he did, and no one could cook fish more delicious than he could.
However, Matthew's heart had been shaken. He bit into the slightly crispy skin of the fish, and revealed the tender flesh underneath. The crispy flavor of the fish spread through his mouth, and even the intense spicy flavor was unable to dampen the delectable flavor of the fish in the slightest.
"Master, perhaps this is what you meant by a taste that I'll never be able to taste in my entire life …" Matthew's chopsticks fell to the ground as tears streamed down his face.
The entire restaurant fell completely silent, and everyone wore complex expressions on their faces. Even though there was some infighting going on in the restaurant, Meg's exceptional cooking skills had earned the second prince's praise. If Meg were to stay at the second prince's manor, everyone would be very concerned about their own futures.
"Don't worry, I won't be staying at the manor. I'm just here to cook for the king, and I'll return to Chaos City in five days. My restaurant will still be there." Meg strode into the restaurant with two servings of braised chicken and rice, as well as two servings of steaks. He put down the food, and gestured for Amy to take a seat across from him.
Everyone's eyes lit up upon hearing that. Even though they were a little surprised, they all heaved a sigh of relief. If he really were to stay at the manor, they would most likely have to pack up and leave.
Matthew wiped the tears from his eyes before making his way over to Meg's table.
Meg looked at the red-faced Matthew, who was staring intently at him with tears running down his cheeks. He reflexively pulled the braised chicken and rice in front of him toward himself, and warily said, "I only have two servings of braised chicken and rice; that's all."
Amy also reached out to protect her bowl with a serious expression, and said, "I have to eat mine too. Uncle Fatty, I think you should cook for yourself."
"My name is Matthew, and I apologize for offending you earlier. After tasting that spicy grilled fish, I've come to realize the disparity between you and me. I'm ashamed of what I've said, and I hope you can forgive me." Matthew extended a deep bow toward Meg.
Meg heaved a sigh of relief as he released his bowl. As long as Matthew wasn't here to steal his food, he nodded, and said, "It's great that you're willing to correct your mistakes."
Amy also released her bowl before picking up a small spoon to dig into her braised chicken and rice.
"Hmm?" Matthew was a little perplexed by Meg's words, but he still hesitated momentarily before asking, "There's something I'd like to ask. How did you cook such delicious fish, Mr. Meg? I've been cooking fish for 30 years, and I've always focused on cooking fish with all my heart, yet I still haven't been able to cook a fish that's exceptional. Why is that? "
"You've been cooking fish for 30 years, yet you don't even think that it's exceptional enough? What a failure you've lived your entire life." Meg pursed his lips. This kind of perseverance was indeed commendable, but if a chef couldn't even approve of his own cooking, then how was he going to make his customers approve of his cooking?
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