Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

In the huge dining hall, the kitchens provided for the chefs are divided into several levels. They are large in size, and the chefs with a large number of chefs have tens or even hundreds of square meters of kitchens. For a normal chef, the kitchen area is only a dozen square meters, which is almost a standard small kitchen.

Mag's kitchen is in the corner. The kitchen utensils are arranged to fill up the space on the stove. Mag glanced at his watch. It was still early, so he was not in a hurry to start cooking.

He didn't care much about the size of the kitchen, it was just the right size for him to operate alone, and it felt like being in his own kitchen.

And the Karuru father and son have already made preparations. Although there will be a lot of pickled cucumbers in a while, the cucumbers are ready-made, and all they need to do is to put them on the plate, so there is no rush.

Having nothing to do, Mag also chatted with these three kind-looking father and son.

The small-area kitchen is located in the northwest corner of the entire dining hall, and there are not many people here. When the chefs looked up to this side, their gazes were somewhat contemptuous, intentionally or unintentionally.

If there is a chain of contempt for the chefs in this dining hall, the cold dish chefs who are few in number and difficult to get on the table are obviously at the bottom of the chain of contempt.

It is rare for Karuru to find a brother who is in the same situation and is very happy to talk to Mag. This feeling of being able to talk on an equal footing makes him feel comfortable.

"Brother McGonagall, look at the biggest kitchen in the north. The chef who occupies that place is Bierman, who is known as the first chef of the Ross Empire. As the first chef of the royal palace, he is in charge of His Majesty's daily routine. Food and drink, and during this birthday, he will be responsible for 70% of the food on the table of the king and important guests, and the remaining 30% will be selected from the dishes made by other chefs present." Kalulu said with a bit of resentment .

"Will your pickles be chosen?"

"Until now there is no clear menu, but this kind of thing is like a pie in the sky, we should not expect too much. With so many chefs, if one dish can be selected on the king's table, then You can blow it for a lifetime." Karuru sighed, shaking his head.

After a pause, Karuru looked at Mag again and comforted him: "But don't be discouraged, you are still young, and the future is yours. Maybe when the king's birthday just happens to want to eat cold dishes, you will be selected Well, then you will become the best cold dish chef in the whole continent."

"I haven't learned how to cook cold dishes yet..." Mag thought inwardly, dumbfounded, this uncle is really funny, and those two little fat guys interjected a sentence or two from time to time, and the time passed by was not boring.

This cooking is also a quack.

Bierman is the leader of the martial arts alliance, overwhelming all the heroes, and his position is unshakable.

Those chefs who have signature dishes and know that they can steadily serve the prepared dishes to the king's table are famous in the world and have outstanding strength.

And those who have unique skills and have the opportunity to challenge their dishes to be served on the king's table are all powerful rookies in the arena. Their strength is not weak, and they are only a little luck away from the top.

As for people like Karuru, they belong to the group of people who are waving their flags and shouting in the audience.

Anyway, how is the fight on the stage, just to watch the excitement, it is impossible for a martial arts leader to fall on him from the sky, but he is very optimistic.

"Wheat, I really hate seeing you so late. If I had known you earlier, I wouldn't have been so boring here a few years ago." Kalulu patted Mag on the shoulder with a look of relief.

"Look at the cucumber shooter, this time he finally took a step forward from the last position, but what does that kid do? There is only one person. Is there an easier way to shoot cucumbers in this world?"

"It's not that there are mixed peanuts, hahaha!"

Mag and Karuru were chatting, but there was a burst of laughter from the booths next to them, and there was no shyness in the voice.

Luluka said angrily, "These guys! Even though they cook cold dishes, they still have to pretend to be more advanced!"

"It's just that the cold dishes they make are not as good as the pickled cucumbers my father made.

Isn't it because I can make one more cold dish and bring two more people! "Lu Kaka also said indignantly.

"Okay, don't be as knowledgeable as them." Karuru waved his hand, looked at Mag and said with relief: "Brother Mag, don't be sad, you are still young, just cook cold dishes well, and show them three cold dishes in the future See. Nandli and Sival are already old fellows, and they have no other skills except to beat young people with their mouths."

"Well, I'm fine." Mag nodded, feeling a little warm in his heart. This fat uncle is really heart-warming.

The words of Nandley and Sival also attracted a lot of attention to McGonagall. Those who can come here are all famous chefs outside, and this is the first time that someone will come to present dishes to the king's birthday by himself.

But since it was arranged in the last corner, it made everyone look away a little bored, even the pickled cucumbers were in front of him, so what is there to expect from such a dish? The guy with the fancy kitchen utensils is probably just here for fun.

Mag, who was inexplicably despised, remained calm. Anyway, he didn't need the approval of these guys. Talking about food is the best counterattack for a chef.

Seeing that McGonagall's mentality is stable, Karuru is relieved. It's not that there has never been a chef's mentality breakdown before. He failed to perform at a normal level and ruined his career. He glanced at the time and said with a smile: "Okay , Brother McGonagall, we are about to start arranging the plate, you are only one person, remember to watch the time, don't miss it."

"Okay, I'm going to start preparing too." Mag nodded with a smile.

"Uncle McGonagall, are you really going to make peanuts? Salty or sweet?" Luluka asked curiously.

Mag smiled and shook his head, "I don't make peanuts, but I like salty peanuts."

"Okay, bastard, set the plates quickly, we need to set two hundred plates." Karuru lightly hit Luluka on the head, urged, and moved out a large pot of pickled cucumbers and began to plate.

Mag glanced curiously. The pickled cucumbers that had been cut into long strips were neatly placed on the plate, stained with light golden sauce, and a little green coriander was dotted on the edge of the plate, which looked refreshing and delicious. If it is served with a bowl of porridge, it must be very delicious.

Looking away, Mag told the waiter standing not far away to start slaughtering the flamingo, then took a knife from the knife holder, and began to process various side dishes.

Yellow braised chicken needs to be stewed for a long time, so it must be prepared in advance.

"Father, look, Uncle McGonagall doesn't really seem to be making peanuts, he's making chickens!"

Lukaka looked at the flamingo carried by the two waiters, and said in surprise.

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