In the massive cafeteria, the chefs were divided into several levels. Chefs with large bodies and a large number of people would be given several dozen or even over a hundred square meters of space. In contrast, chefs like Meg and Kalulu, who had very few people, would only be given around a dozen or so square meters of space, which was more like a standard small kitchen.
Mag's seat was at the furthest corner. The kitchenware was placed there, and it filled up the space on the stove. Mag glanced at his watch. It was still early, so he didn't rush to start cooking.
He didn't really care about the size of his seat as it was just right for him to operate by himself, and it felt as if he were in his own kitchen.
Kalulu and his son had already made their preparations in advance. Even though they were going to have to serve up a lot of pickled cucumbers, the cucumbers were already pickled, so all they had to do was serve up the dishes, so they weren't in a hurry either.
Since he had nothing to do, Mag began to chat with the three kind-looking father and son.
The small chefs' seats were located in the northwestern corner of the cafeteria, and there weren't many people there. When the chefs looked over at them, there was a hint of disdain in their eyes.
If there was a chain of disdain for the chefs in the cafeteria, then the chefs with small numbers of chefs were clearly at the bottom of the chain.
It was rare for Kalulu to find a brother who could empathize with him, so he was very happy to chat with Meg. He was very pleased to be able to converse with Meg as an equal.
"Brother Meg, look at the largest seat in the northernmost part of the cafeteria. The chef occupying that seat is the number one chef in the Roth Empire, Bellmann. As the number one chef in the royal palace, he's responsible for the king's daily meals. During this birthday celebration, he'll be responsible for 70% of the food on the king's table, while the remaining 30% will be chosen from the dishes cooked by the other chefs present," Kalulu said in a slightly resentful manner.
"Then will your pickled cucumbers be chosen?"
Kalulu shook his head, and said, "Up until now, there still hasn't been a clear menu, but things like this are like free lunches falling from the sky. There are so many chefs out there, and if one of their dishes is chosen to be on the king's table, they can brag about it for the rest of their lives. "Kalulu sighed and shook his head.
After pausing for a moment, Kalulu looked at Meg and comforted him, "But don't be discouraged. You are still young, and the future is yours. Maybe one day, the king will want to eat cold dishes for his birthday, and you will be chosen. If that happens, you will become the best cold dish chef in the entire continent."
"I haven't learned how to make cold dishes yet …" Meg didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he thought to himself. This uncle was really humorous. The two little fatties chimed in from time to time, so it didn't seem boring at all.
Cooking was also part of the Jianghu.
Bellman was the Wulin Alliance Master, and his position was unshakable.
Those chefs who had their own signature dishes and knew that they could steadily bring their dishes to the King's table were famous figures in the pugilistic world. Their skills were outstanding.
As for those who had their own unique skills and had the opportunity to bring their dishes to the King's table, they were powerful rookies in the pugilistic world. They weren't weak, and they only lacked a bit of luck to reach the top.
As for people like Kalulu, they belonged to the group of people who were cheering from below the stage.
In any case, no matter what happened on the stage, he was just there to watch the show. It was impossible for the Wulin Alliance Master to fall down from the heavens, so he was quite optimistic.
"Little Wheat, I really regret not meeting you sooner. If I had known you earlier, I wouldn't have been so bored in the past few years." Kalulu patted Meg's shoulder with a gratified expression.
"Look at that cucumber slapper, he finally moved a step forward from the last position. But what is that kid doing? He's only one person. Is there a dish simpler than cucumber slapper in this world? "
"Isn't there still peanuts? Hahaha!"
Just as Mag and Kalulu were chatting, a burst of raucous laughter erupted from the nearby stalls, and they weren't trying to hide their laughter at all.
Luluka said with an angry expression, "These guys! It's obvious that you're making a cold dish, but you're pretending that you're making something better! "
"That's right, the cold dishes they make aren't as good as father's pickled cucumbers. Isn't it just because they can make one more cold dish that they brought two more people?" Luluka also said with indignation.
"Alright, don't lower yourself to their level." Kalulu waved his hand and looked at Meg as he comforted, "Brother Meg, don't be sad. You're still young. Just make good cold dishes and show them three cold dishes in the future. Nandel and Vasir are already old men. They don't have any other skills other than talking to young people. "
"Mhmm, I'm fine." Meg nodded. He felt a warmth in his heart. This fat uncle really was a heartwarming person.
Nandel and Vasir's words also drew a lot of attention to Mag. All of the chefs who were invited here were renowned chefs, and this was the first time that he had seen someone cook for the king's birthday banquet alone.
However, since he was arranged to sit in the back corner, everyone withdrew their gazes. Even the pickled cucumbers were placed in front of him. What was there to look forward to? This guy who set up all the fancy kitchen utensils on the stove was most likely just here for fun.
Meg, who was inexplicably despised, was still calm. He didn't need these guys' approval anyway. A chef's best counterattack was to let food speak for itself.
Kalulu was relieved when he saw that Meg's mentality was stable. It wasn't like he hadn't seen a chef's mentality collapse in the past. He looked at the time and said with a smile, "Alright, brother Meg, we're going to start setting up the dishes. You're alone, so remember to watch the time. Don't miss it."
"Alright, I'm also going to start preparing." Meg nodded with a smile.
"Uncle Meg, are you really going to make peanuts? Salty or sweet? "Luluka asked curiously.
Meg shook his head with a smile, "I don't make peanuts, but I like salty peanuts."
"Alright, little brat, hurry up and set up the dishes. We're going to set up 200 dishes." Kalulu patted Luluka's head lightly and urged him. He then carried out a large plate of pickled cucumbers and began to fill it up.
Meg looked curiously at the long strips of pickled cucumbers that were placed neatly on the plate. The light golden sauce stained the surface of the cucumbers, and a bit of tender green coriander adorned the edge of the plate. It looked refreshing and delicious. If it were paired with a bowl of porridge, it would definitely be delicious.
Meg withdrew his gaze and ordered the waiter standing not far away to start slaughtering the turkey. He then took a knife from the knife rack and began to prepare the various side dishes.
The braised chicken needed to be stewed for a long time, so it had to be prepared in advance.
"Father, look, Uncle Meg isn't making peanuts. He's going to make chicken!"
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