"This palace banquet is really unexpected. I didn't think that someone would be able to snatch the Best Dish Award from Grandmaster 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 royal kitchen, the chefs who had yet to leave were chatting among themselves as they tidied up their things. Even though they didn't win the best dish award as usual, compared to the past banquets, there were a lot more chefs who would talk about it 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 boy 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 this is 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 to do today, so Amy, why don't you accompany me to make some ice cream cake?"
"Ice cream cake?" Amy looked at 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." Meg smiled as he carried Amy in his arms. Then, he asked the housekeeper to move everything back and arrange a small, clean kitchen for him.
The steward didn't know what had happened in the main hall, but he knew that Meg had won the best dish in the palace banquet and was even rewarded by His Majesty. He was the second prince and even His Majesty's favorite chef, so naturally, he had to curry favor with him. He immediately went to make arrangements according to Meg's request.
The news of Meg winning the Best Dish award quickly spread to the kitchen of the Second Prince's residence. Naturally, it caused quite a commotion.
This chef from Chaos City had actually ascended to the throne that all of the chefs in the Roth Empire wanted to attain, 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 portray him as the God of Cookery. Then, all of the chefs would come looking for 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. As he continued to improve his culinary skills, he also had to 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 that they were capable of challenging him to a duel would have to consider the price that they would have to pay.
Meg was confident that very few chefs on the Norland Continent would be willing to challenge him to a duel soon. When that time came, he would have completed all of the main missions given by the system 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 the ingredients I need are 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, can you make Gundam?"
"If you're talking about a jigsaw toy, then of course I can make one."
"I'm talking about a real Gundam. I don't ask for much, just like the one that the big-headed prince made. Can you do it?"
"The system knows nothing about magic. I can't learn anything that's not scientific, so I can't make the wooden figurines that the big-headed prince made."
"You're a system created by the Heavenly Dao, and 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 figurine 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 a f * cking standard for a Gundam?!
"This is not for sale. 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. Good luck!" the system said leisurely, and then its voice disappeared.
"Father, is the ice cream cake delicious?" Amy interrupted Meg's thoughts.
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