"Congratulations, Master Meg! His Majesty and all of the nobles are full of praise for your cooking. You have a very good chance of winning the best dish award!"
Right at this moment, the same server from before walked in with the 10 female servants, and even before reaching Meg, he was already very excited.
The entire royal kitchen seemed to have fallen silent as astonishment appeared on the faces of all of the chefs present.
"Argh!"
The tree man pulled his hand out of the stove, which was on fire, and stuffed it into the water tank beside him with a hint of lingering fear in his eyes.
What did it mean to win the best dish award?
That award meant that one would become the number one chef in the entire royal kitchen!
In a sense, it could be said that one had reached the pinnacle of the cooking world on the Norland Continent.
In the past, the best dish award had almost always been won by Master Bellmann. Even if there were some exceptions, the winners would always be the royal chefs of the royal palace. All of them were top-notch chefs in the world of chefs, and were highly respected and well-respected.
Even though the best dish award didn't completely represent one's ability, it was still a very prestigious award. Being able to stand out among so many top-notch chefs and earn the king's favor naturally meant that one's future was limitless.
However, this server was saying that Meg had a very good chance of winning this award, which had always been won by the master chefs? If this server wasn't exaggerating, then wouldn't Meg be the biggest dark horse of this year's royal kitchen?!
"H-how could this be?!"
Nandel and Vasir's expressions both changed drastically. They had thought that Meg was only a third-rate chef, but who would've thought that even the king was praising him over and over again, and that there was a very good chance that he could win the best dish award?
Thinking back to what they had just said, they wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and hide in it.
What was even more terrifying to them was that if Meg were to become a master chef like Bellmann in the future, would they be disqualified from the royal kitchen?
They had made a lot of money during the past few years due to their reputation as royal chefs, and all they wanted was for their disciples to continue to make money. However, the tables had suddenly turned, and it seemed that they had offended someone that they couldn't afford to offend, and they were suddenly struck by a sense of panic.
"Uncle Meg is so awesome!" Luluka and Lukaka looked at Meg with admiration. Their eyes were filled with stars.
Kalulu blinked his eyes in disbelief. "What's wrong with this world? Why is something like this happening to me?"
"You flatter me. Please wait for a moment. The second dish will be ready soon." Meg nodded slightly. He was neither surprised nor happy. He was still as calm as ever.
He didn't think that he would be able to secure victory with just a single dish. After all, all of the best chefs on the entire Norland Continent had gathered here. Perhaps his unique taste buds would be a refreshing experience, but that wasn't enough to crush all of the other chefs.
He had to give it his all for the next two dishes. After all, he had come to Rodu to complete the system mission, and if he failed, he wouldn't be able to bear the consequences.
As for the super reward that the system mentioned after the completion of the mission, he was also quite curious. After all, the system had always been stingy. Could it be that it would give him a big gift package?
"Alright." The attendant nodded and stood off to the side without any intention of rushing him. Meg's prowess had already won him over, and barring any mishaps, the royal kitchen was going to welcome another permanent chef. Furthermore, he was going to be one of the most beloved chefs in the empire.
In the northwestern corner of the royal kitchen, a middle-aged chef glanced in Meg's direction with a slightly displeased expression on his face. Bellman was wearing a black and white chef's suit with his grey hair combed back, and a tall white hat on his head. "Master, that chef from Chaos City …"
"He's the one being praised, so why are you getting all worked up over him?" Bellman scooped a spoonful of soup into his bowl before sprinkling some chopped green onions and condiments into it.
The chef was a little anxious as he said, "But he's just a chef from Chaos City. Even Beate is revered as the number one chef in Chaos City; how can he compete with you for the best dish at the royal banquet? I refuse to accept this! "
"Exactly! He's only been a chef for a few years; how can he compare with you, Master?"
"I think that attendant is just making things up. His Majesty loves Master's dishes the most; how could he possibly like that guy's dishes?"
All of the other chefs chimed in with indignant expressions.
In their eyes, Meg didn't even have the right to challenge Bellman, so how could he compete with him for the best dish at the royal banquet?
"If he really can cook dishes that satisfy His Majesty, then that would be a cause for celebration." Bellmann put down the spoon in his hand and looked at the chefs beside him with a serious expression as he said, "I've told all of you on more than one occasion that there is no end to cooking. If you want to become a true chef, you have to constantly learn and improve, and you have to constantly innovate. I'm not the height at which all of you can stop; I'm just a stepping stone for all of you. Only then will more delicious and interesting dishes be created. "
All of the chefs fell silent upon hearing this. Even though they were still a little indignant toward Meg, they had also begun to reconsider Bellman's words.
The steak sizzled as it was cooked on the hot iron plate, and the aroma of the steak that had been soaked in red wine and all types of condiments quickly wafted through the air. Black pepper sauce was poured over the medium-well steak, and two broccoli flowers and peppers were garnished on top of it. One after another, the black pepper steaks were quickly carried away by the graceful female servants.
Nandel and Vasir had already shut their mouths. If it weren't for the fact that they had gone too far with their words, they would've already started to suck up to Tang Wulin.
Kalulu also made his way over to Meg with a smile on his face as he said, "Brother Meg, I didn't think that your cooking skills would be so impressive. That steak just now looked extremely delicious; you really are a man of hidden talents. If you can become the best dish at the royal banquet, then you'll really become famous overnight!"
"You're far too kind, Big Brother. I only performed as per normal; I can't afford to become the best dish." Meg shook his head with a smile. He couldn't help but feel like the adjective "overnight fame" applied to him was a little strange.
Within the palace.
The king put down his spoon. He had already finished his braised chicken and rice, and there wasn't even a single grain of rice left. The delectable taste of the braised chicken and rice, as well as the rich nutrition of the chicken soup, had made his complexion slightly rosy, and he was still craving for more.
All of the other representatives wore similar expressions on their faces. They didn't think that this was going to be an ordinary banquet, but their appetites had been piqued by such a small dish. If it weren't for the fact that they felt that it was inappropriate, they would've already ordered more.
"His Highness the second chef presents his second dish!"
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