Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The chefs slowly put down the spatulas and kitchen knives in their hands, and looked back in the direction of buying one with disbelief, feeling as if they had heard something wrong just now.

The smiles on the faces of Nandley and Sival froze instantly. Looking at the maids standing in front of McGonagall, their open mouths were completely frozen as if they had been slapped.

There was only one chef, and it was the first time he participated in cooking for a palace banquet, and he actually presented dishes to the king directly? How could such a thing happen!

Almost everyone had this thought in their hearts, and even suspected that the waiter had found the wrong person.

"Father, did I hear something wrong just now?"

"I seem to have misheard too."

The expressions of Karuru and his son were also a little dull, and they couldn't turn around for a while.

In fact, the waiter was also a little uncertain. He had been on duty in the dining hall for more than ten years, and this was the first time this had happened.

Just now, he had confirmed with the commander again and again that this was the chef recommended by His Royal Highness the Second Prince, and that he brought someone here after he was going to present three dishes to the king today.

However, since this chef was recommended by His Royal Highness the Second Prince, it should be not bad, but seeing that there are a bunch of strangely shaped kitchen utensils on his stove, he can't see what is good, even the dishes presented to the king are not good. I don't know if I'm ready, if something goes wrong, even he will be implicated.

"Okay, it's ready, please wait." Mag nodded slightly, with a calm expression on his face, reached out to turn off the magic stove of the yellow chicken, and then lifted the lid of the large casserole.

A cloud of dense white air rises, and a delicious smell of chicken and mushrooms rises, and then spreads in all directions.

If we say that the breath of countless delicacies in the dining hall is intertwined into a delicious vortex, it is cloudy and heavy.

That aura is like a sharp blade, breaking through the thick vortex, successfully standing out from the crowd of turbid auras, bringing people a refreshing experience.

"This scent is so unique! It's delicious to smell!" The waiter's eyes lit up. He has been on duty in the canteen for more than ten years, so there are only a few delicacies that make his eyes shine by the scent alone, and all of them are delicious. Much loved by His Majesty.

"As expected, he is the chef recommended by His Highness the Second Prince. Your Highness really has a heart." The waiter thought in his heart, and he let go of his original concern. With this dish, even if Mag's next two dishes It doesn't hurt to be ordinary.

"It smells so good! I want to drink chicken soup." Luluka closed his eyes, took a deep breath, swallowed and said.

Karuru looked at Mag with admiration, "Brother McGonagall is really not an ordinary person, this taste is already comparable to the food made by Bierman."

"How...how is it possible...he is obviously only one person, how could he make such delicious food..." Nandeli looked at Mag with disbelief, feeling his face was burning hot.

"Maybe it's just the smell. It takes many chefs to work together to make a delicious dish. Just like Master Kalman, he only needs to be in charge of the spoon, and the rest is done by other chefs. He can make the most delicious food. And he contracted all the work by himself, so it is impossible to make pure and delicious food." Sival said a little sour.

Sival's disciples and grandchildren responded flatteringly. This was a dish to be served on the king's table. If they were not satisfied in the past, it would be a great crime to convict them.

The other chefs looked at Mag with mixed emotions. This feeling was like a kid who had just entered the arena, suddenly jumped out, surpassed all rookies and veterans of the martial arts, and challenged the leader of the martial arts, and even let him on stage.

This is a very uncomfortable feeling, as if someone suddenly tore away the established rules, making them who are still queuing up and waiting for the top position suddenly lose an important opportunity.

Mag calmly served ten bowls of braised chicken in exquisite porcelain bowls.

Then put another ten bowls of moon fragrant rice into the trays of those maids, put the lid on the trays, and said with a smile: "This is yellow stewed chicken rice, the soup tastes better when it is poured on the rice."

"Okay." The waiter nodded, and led the maids to leave quickly towards the door.

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In the glorious hall, all kinds of wine and food were served on the table in front of the big shots. The representative of the orc clan was holding a big bone and gnawed, and the representative of the forest troll clan was drinking a large bucket of fruit wine with a long straw. The representative of the goblin clan drank ten small wine glasses in one go, and secretly hid two in his sleeve, with a sly look in his eyes.

"Although there is a gap between the delicacies made by my father, I still ate a lot of delicious food today." Amy held a chicken leg in her left hand and a piece of fish cake in her right hand, and said vaguely with her bulging cheeks.

Crassus glanced at the unmoving chopsticks in his hand, shook his head and said, "It's not just a gap, it's like a cloud and mud. After eating the delicious food made by Mr. Mai, it's unbearable to eat these foods again. I still Save your stomach and eat the dishes cooked by Mai Boss."

"Boss Mai is indeed a talent." Nuo Fan nodded, took a sip of tea, and also didn't eat much.

Irina took a small bite of each of the dishes in front of her. At this time, she was looking at the dishes with a tangled face and thinking in her heart: "Which dish here is made by him? There is no such dish on this dish." Write the name, how do I know who made it? I have tasted every dish, the taste is just ordinary, nothing particularly delicious, but this kind of taste is definitely not what Alex can make?"

"Could it be that he still plans to make roast beef today? I feel that roast beef tastes better than these dishes, but it seems inappropriate to serve it on this occasion." Irina shook her head, still not sure Have you already eaten the dishes made by Mag, or the dishes he made have not been served yet.

As one of the top ten dukes of the Ross Empire, the Duke of Abraham also sat at the front, but he didn't eat much, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and shook his head slightly, "Although Bierman's dishes are still delicious, but Compared with last year, I feel that there are no surprises. The unchanging style and menu really make people less looking forward to it. In contrast, the roast beef cubes I ate at noon yesterday brought me a sense of surprise. I have to bring a few more people to taste it tomorrow, three are not enough."

The king sitting on top of the chief didn't move his chopsticks very much, and his serious appearance made people feel awe.

At this moment, Xiao En looked at Qiao Xiu and said with a smile: "I heard that the Second Highness specially invited a chef to present dishes for the father for the birthday banquet of the father. I don't know if the dishes presented are already among them?"

"The chef invited by the Second Highness will serve His Majesty!"

At this moment, the waiter led the maids into the hall quickly.

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