Outside the royal palace, in a dimly lit room, three burly figures were seated across from each other.
"The hottest blood of the orc warriors has already been spilled on the border between our tribe and the Roth Empire. I hope that you demons and forest trolls can show us your true sincerity instead of just paying lip service," the dark green-skinned orc said in a low voice.
"Don't worry, the most elite warriors of our forest trolls have already arrived at Rodu. I guarantee that Irina won't be able to return alive this time." The forest troll twisted his neck, and a cracking sound rang out. It was as if the sound had been forced out of his lungs.
A cold light flashed through the spatial demon's crimson eyes as he sneered, "The power structure of this world will be redefined by our alliance. Elves, humans, goblins, these weak and cunning things should obediently become food. They don't deserve to have territory, and they don't deserve to be on equal footing with us. Let them start with internal strife …"
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Meg carried a box of knives as he slowly walked into the massive kitchen. This was the first time that he had seen a kitchen that was almost as large as a football field. There were rows upon rows of neat rows, and there was almost no space left. There were over 1,000 chefs in the kitchen.
These 1,000 or so chefs were the most exceptional chefs on the Norland Continent. They had gathered here today just to present a delicious dish to the king on his birthday.
It's even more spectacular than I imagined. Meg thought to himself as he looked at the demon chef who was slicing through the food like the wind, the forest troll who was holding a wok with his head on fire, and the elven chef who was cooking as elegantly as if he were casting magic.
The chefs of different races were displaying one incredible scene after another. All types of wondrous fragrances wafted through the kitchen, and the sounds of pots and spatulas intertwined to form a beautiful melody. It was probably a melody that every chef would love.
Mag looked around with great interest. This was the first time he had seen so many people in the same industry using different cooking styles to make delicacies. He was like Granny Liu who had entered the Grand View Garden. There were endless wonders to be seen.
"Mr. Meg, your cooking position is here. The dishes will be served in two hours. I hope you can be ready." The guard who led Meg in stopped and pointed to an empty seat beside him. He looked at Meg and asked, "Are you alone?"
Meg put the knife box on the stove and looked at the guard with a puzzled expression. He nodded and said, "Yes, is there anything wrong?"
"I'm just a little surprised. Even Kalulu, who only makes one cold dish, has two helpers," the guard glanced at the chef beside Meg and said with a smile, "Then, I wish you good luck." Then, he turned around and left.
"Thank you." Meg nodded slightly. Along the way, those chefs did seem to have helpers by their side. On the contrary, he was the only one who stood out.
"Let's just make a Kalulu cucumber dish. He gave us three spots. What's he doing by himself?"
"Could it be that he makes peanuts?"
"Shh, don't talk nonsense. Peanuts are on the same level as us."
The three chefs at the nearby stall whispered among themselves.
Mag turned his head to look at the chef's seat next to him. A rather chubby man in a white chef's suit was smiling at him in a simple and honest manner, and he returned Mag's smile politely.
This middle-aged man's body shape was somewhat similar to Da Bai's. Even his face shape — (● - ●) — was completely identical, and he naturally had good looks.
There were two chubby boys around him who were around fifteen or sixteen years old. They were all miniature versions of him, and Meg didn't believe that they weren't his sons.
The middle-aged man looked at Meg with a curious expression. "Hello, my name is Kalulu. These are Kakalu and Lukaka, and they're my sons. Brother, what do you do for a living? Why are you by yourself? "
The two chubby boys also looked at Meg with curious expressions.
They were the ones with the least number of chefs here, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads in front of the other chefs. However, this man was by himself, and a sense of superiority welled up in their hearts.
"Kalulu, Kakalu, Luka …" Meg felt as if he was about to faint. These names were really random. He looked at the three curious boys with a smile, and said, "I'm Meg. I don't have much to cook, so I don't need any helpers."
According to Josh's requirements, he only needed to cook a dish for around ten people. That was a piece of cake for him, so he didn't need any helpers.
"I understand, I understand." Kalulu nodded with a knowing expression. Even though being chosen to cook for the king's birthday banquet was something to be proud of, it was still a little embarrassing for him to only be able to cook a cold dish in front of so many renowned chefs. He could completely empathize with Mag's feelings.
"It's fine, Brother Meg. Even though we don't have as many people as they do, and the dishes we cook may not be able to be served on the king's table, we have an easy time. Look at that troll over there with a big pot on his head. His head is red from the heat, and the little trolls around him are all circling around him. It's so tiring." Kalulu smiled as he explained to Meg.
"You're right." Meg nodded in confusion. It seemed that the middle-aged man had misunderstood something. However, he didn't have any intention of explaining himself. Instead, he instructed the guards to set up the kitchen utensils. "Put this over here, and that over there. Give me the condiments …"
"Father, does he need that many utensils to cook a cold dish? Why do we only need a basin? "Lukaka asked with a perplexed look on his face.
"He must have moved his entire kitchen here. Although he can only make one cold dish, he still has to pretend that his cold dish is very classy. This is something that we should learn from. I miscalculated, I miscalculated." Kakalu stroked his chin and said with a resolute expression.
A nostalgic look appeared on Kalulu's face as he said, "Don't talk nonsense. Every chef has their own pride. I can understand Brother Meg's actions very well. Back when I first entered the palace, I even brought a large jar of pickled cucumbers with me. I was worried that others would think that I was just a pickled cucumber. I just wanted to show them that even pickled cucumbers aren't something that just anyone can pickle well. Not everyone has a large jar of pickled cucumbers. "
Kalulu looked at his two sons with a serious expression, and said, "Look, he's probably at the same stage as I was back then. We have to tolerate him and protect his mentality. We shouldn't mock him."
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