Everyone suddenly fell silent.
All of the chefs slowly put down their spatulas and kitchen knives as they turned to look at the source of the commotion with incredulity in their eyes. They felt as if they had misheard something.
The smiles on Nandel and Vasir's faces instantly stiffened as they looked at the female servants standing in front of Meg's cooking table. Their mouths were wide open, and they felt as if they had been slapped in the face.
There was only one chef, and this was his first time cooking at a royal banquet, yet he was going to cook for the king? How could something like this happen?!
Almost everyone was thinking the same thing, and some of them were even suspecting that the waiter had made a mistake.
"Father, did I mishear something?"
"I think I misheard as well."
Kalulu and his son were also completely dumbstruck, and they were unable to process what was going on.
In reality, the waiter was also feeling a little unsure. He had been working at the royal kitchen for over a decade, and this was the first time something like this had happened.
He had just confirmed with the commander that this was the chef recommended by the second prince, and that he was going to cook three dishes for the king. Only then did he come over.
However, seeing as this chef had been recommended by the second prince, he was most likely a decent chef. However, he couldn't tell what was so good about the strange kitchenware on his cooking table, and he didn't even know if the dishes he was going to cook for the king were ready. If something were to go wrong, even he would be implicated.
"Alright, it's ready. Please wait for a moment." Meg nodded with a calm expression. He turned off the magic stove for the braised chicken before removing the lid of the large claypot.
A cloud of white smoke rose into the air, and the aroma of chicken and shiitake mushrooms intertwined to create a delicious aroma that spread in all directions.
If the aroma of countless delicacies in the royal kitchen were to intertwine to form a rich, turbid vortex, then the aroma of this aroma was like a sharp blade.
This aura was like a sharp blade that broke through the thick vortex, and it successfully stood out from the crowd of muddy auras, and it brought a completely new experience to everyone.
"This aroma is so unique! It's so delicious that I can smell it! " The waiter's eyes lit up. He had been working at the royal kitchen for over a decade, and there were very few delicacies that could make his eyes light up, and all of them were deeply loved by the king.
"As expected of the chef recommended by His Highness the Second Prince. His Highness is indeed considerate." As the waiter thought to himself, he felt relieved. With this dish, it wouldn't matter even if Meg's next two dishes were ordinary.
"It smells so good! I want to drink chicken soup. "Luluka closed his eyes and took a deep breath, swallowing his saliva.
Kalulu looked at Meg with admiration, "Brother Meg, you're really not an ordinary person. The taste of your food is already comparable to Bellmann's."
"How … How could this be … He's only one person; how could he cook such delicious food …" Nandel stared at Meg with incredulity in his eyes, and he felt a stinging sensation on his face.
"Maybe it just smells good. Making a delicious dish requires the cooperation of many chefs. Take Master Carman for example. He only needs to be in charge of cooking, and the other chefs will do the rest. That's the only way to make the most delicious food. If he does all the work alone, he won't be able to make a pure and delicious dish, "Sival said with a hint of jealousy in his voice.
Sival's apprentices and apprentices all agreed with flattery. This was a dish that was going to be served on the king's table. If they didn't like it, they would be punished severely.
The other chefs also looked at Meg with complicated feelings. They felt as if they were looking at a brat who had just entered the world of martial arts and suddenly jumped out, bypassing all the rookies and veterans of the martial arts world to challenge the Wulin Alliance Leader. Moreover, he was the one who was allowed to take the stage.
It was a very unpleasant feeling. It was as if someone had suddenly torn apart the established rules, and they, who were still waiting in line for a higher position, had suddenly lost an important opportunity.
Mag calmly scooped 10 bowls of braised chicken into intricate porcelain bowls, and then scooped 10 bowls of moonlight rice into them before placing them onto the maids' trays. He then closed the trays with a smile, and said, "This is braised chicken and rice. It tastes even better when you pour the gravy over the rice."
"Alright." The waiter nodded and led the maids out of the restaurant.
…
In the grand hall, all kinds of dishes had already been placed on the tables in front of the VIPs. The orc representative was gnawing on a large bone, the forest troll representative was drinking a large barrel of fruit wine with a long straw, and the goblin representative drank 10 small wine glasses in one go. He secretly hid two in his sleeves with a sly look in his eyes.
"Although it's not as good as Father's food, I still managed to eat a lot of delicious food today." Amy was holding a chicken drumstick in her left hand and a fish cake in her right. Her cheeks were puffed up as she spoke in a muffled voice.
Crassus looked at his untouched chopsticks, and shook his head as he said, "It's not just not as good as Mr. Mak's food. I can't stand eating this food after eating Mr. Mak's food. I'd better save my stomach for Mr. Mak's food later."
"Mr. Mak is indeed a talent." Novan nodded as he took a sip of tea. He also didn't eat much.
Irina took a small bite of each of the dishes in front of her. At this moment, she was looking at the dishes with a conflicted expression as she thought to herself, Which dish did he make? There's no name on the dish, so how do I know who made it? I've tried every dish, and they're just ordinary. They're not particularly delicious, but this definitely isn't something that Alex can make, right?
Could it be that he's still planning to make roast beef today? I feel like the roast beef tastes better than these dishes, but it doesn't seem appropriate to serve it on such an occasion. Irina shook her head. She still didn't know if she had already tasted Meg's food, or if his food hadn't been served yet.
As one of the 10 dukes of the Roth Empire, Duke Abraham also sat near the front of the table. However, he didn't eat much, either. He put down his chopsticks and shook his head as he murmured to himself, Bellmann's dishes are still delicious, but I don't feel like they're any different from last year's. They're all still the same style and menu, so I'm not really looking forward to it. In comparison, the roast beef cubes I had yesterday gave me a pleasant surprise. I have to bring a few more people to try it tomorrow; three cubes aren't enough at all.
The king didn't eat much either, and his serious expression struck awe and veneration into the hearts of everyone present.
Right at this moment, Sean turned to Josh with a smile, and said, "I heard that His Highness invited a chef to cook for Father's birthday banquet. Is the dish that he's going to present?"
"His Highness invited a chef to cook for His Majesty!"
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