"The palace banquet this time is really unexpected. I didn't think that someone would be able to snatch the best dish award from Master Bellman."
"Shouldn't the chef who won the best dish award be the one who refused His Majesty's invitation and gave up on the position of assistant manager of the Royal Kitchen?"
"Is there something wrong with that guy's head? How could he give up on such an opportunity? Once Bellmann leaves in a few years, he'll become the manager of the Royal Kitchen. "
In the dining hall, the chefs who had yet to disperse were chatting softly among themselves as they packed up their things. Even though they didn't manage to win the Best Dish award as usual, compared to the past, there were many more things that could be talked about in the circle of chefs for an entire year.
That chef by the name of 'Meg' was like a dark horse who had completely stirred up the waters of the Royal Kitchen.
Legends about him would most likely continue to linger for many years to come.
"That guy must know that he's no match for Master, so he didn't dare to enter the Royal Kitchen," the chubby chef beside Bellmann said with a confident expression.
However, none of the disciples around Bellmann echoed his words. Instead, complex and dejected expressions appeared on their faces.
A young man looked at Bellmann, who was tidying up his tools, and asked in a timid manner, "Master, what do you think of this?"
Bellmann slowly closed the lid of the box, and a smile appeared on his face as he looked at the sky. "He's a true chef. Opening a restaurant is such a wonderful thing. There are so many customers coming and going every day. Perhaps that's the true reason why he's able to create so many different dishes."
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"Father, what do we need to do today?"
Meg and Amy returned to the second prince's manor, and Amy immediately turned to Meg with an expectant look on her face.
Meg thought about it for a moment before replying with a smile, "There's nothing else that needs to be done today. Amy, why don't you accompany me to make ice cream cake?"
"Ice cream cake?" Amy turned to Meg with a perplexed expression. Wasn't ice cream just ice cream? What was a cake?
"Let's go. You'll find out soon enough." Mag picked her up with a smile, and then asked the butler to move all the things back, and help him arrange a separate and clean little kitchen.
The butler naturally wasn't aware of what had happened in the palace, but he knew that Meg had won the best dish award, and had also been personally rewarded by His Majesty. He was the second prince and even His Majesty's favorite chef, so he naturally had to curry favor with him. so he immediately went to make arrangements for Meg's request.
News of Mag receiving the best dish award quickly spread to the kitchen in the second prince's manor, and it naturally created quite a stir.
This chef from Chaos City had actually ascended to the throne that all of the chefs in the Roth Empire wanted to ascend to, and they were still doubting his culinary skills prior to this.
On this day, the name "Meg" spread throughout the world of chefs. Even though he still wasn't the number one chef in the world, he was already beginning to make a name for himself. Everyone knew that an incredible chef had appeared in Chaos City, and even the king of the Roth Empire was full of praise for him.
Meg was still quite concerned about these false accolades. After all, the main objective of the system was to make him the God of Cookery, and then make all of the chefs come to him to punish him.
Meg had already seen through this little trick, but he just didn't want to expose it.
What he had to do was very simple. While constantly improving his culinary skills, he had to constantly raise the stakes for duels with him so that most chefs wouldn't dare to challenge him. At the same time, he had to make all of the chefs who thought they were capable of challenging him to a duel.
Meg was confident that there wouldn't be many chefs on the Norland Continent who would challenge him to a duel in no time. When that time came, he would most likely have completed all of the system's main missions and reached the pinnacle of his life.
"System, give me the ingredients I need to make an ice cream cake," Meg said internally.
"The system has already stated that it won't provide you with any ingredients for this trip to Rodu. If you need any ingredients, you have to find them on the spot." The system's serious voice sounded.
"System, I've already completed the mission for this trip to Rodu. The restrictions you mentioned earlier are within the scope of the mission, and I'm asking for ingredients for myself. Is there any connection between the two?" Meg pursed his lips with a question of his own.
"Er … Well …" The system hesitated.
"I earned 1,000 dragon coins today, but I don't know how to spend them. There seems to be a lot of good stuff to buy in Rodu. How about …" Meg was a little conflicted.
"Ding! The ingredients you need have been prepared and have been sent to the first level of the cabinet!
"If there's anything you need, please feel free to let me know. The system will provide you with the best service."
The system's gentle voice sounded, and an image of a smiling stewardess appeared in Rodu's mind.
"Do you think your voice is worthy of this image?" Meg couldn't help but roll his eyes. He opened the cabinet to find that all types of ingredients were indeed available. As he loaded the ingredients into the ice cream cake machine, he asked internally, "System, do you know how to make Gundam?"
"If you're talking about an assembled toy, then that's not an issue."
"I'm talking about a real Gundam. I don't have high requirements, just like the one that the big-headed prince made. Do you know how to make one?"
"The system knows nothing about magic. I'm unable to learn such non-scientific things, so I can't make those wooden dolls that the big-headed prince made."
"You're a system created by the Heavenly Dao, but you can't even compare to a big-headed prince?" Meg was a little disdainful.
"Hmph! Who says the system can't compare to him? That's just a one-time-use toy made from wood. Every time I replace a crystal, I can only throw two punches. It's expensive to make, but it doesn't have much practical effect. The system disdains making things like that. "The system's voice was tinged with disdain.
"You make it sound like you can make something better." Meg was also disdainful.
"Isn't that to be expected? Micronucleus power coupled with phase transfer armor and a railgun. If you encounter a wooden doll like that, you only need one shot to take care of it. "
The system was extremely unconvinced.
"Holy sh * t! System, you can really make this thing? "Meg's eyes suddenly lit up. Wasn't this the f * cking standard of a Gundam?!
"This isn't for sale, so don't even think about it. Just focus on making your cake. You're the man who's going to become the God of Cookery, so do your best!" the system said leisurely before its voice disappeared.
"Father, is the ice cream cake delicious?" Amy interrupted Meg's thoughts.
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