Outside the palace, in a dark room, three tall figures sat opposite each other.
"The warmest blood of the orc warriors has been spilled on the border between the tribe and the Los Empire. I hope that you demons and forest trolls can show real sincerity, and don't just talk about it." The dark green skinned orc said in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, the most elite warriors of our forest troll clan have arrived in Luodu. We will ensure that Irina does not come back this time." The forest troll twisted his own neck and made a clicking sound. The sound was like It was as harsh as being squeezed out of the lungs.
The Void Demon grinned, a cold light flashed in his scarlet eyes, and sneered: "The pattern of this world will be redefined by our alliance of three races. Elves, humans, and goblins, these weak and cunning things should be treated as food. Yes, they don’t deserve to have territory or be equal to us, so let them start fighting among themselves..."
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Mag slowly walked into this huge kitchen carrying a knife box. This was the first time he had seen this kitchen, which was nearly the size of a football field. It was neatly divided into rows, and there were almost no leftovers. If there is any empty space, it can accommodate more than a thousand chefs.
And these more than a thousand chefs are the best chefs on the Nolan continent. They gathered here today just to serve the king a delicious meal on his birthday.
"It's more spectacular than imagined." Mag said in his heart, looking at the demon chef wielding three kitchen knives and chopping vegetables like the wind, the forest troll holding the pot with his flaming head, and the magic that seemed to be cast. An elf chef who cooks delicious dishes elegantly.
Chefs of different races show incredible scenes, various wonderful fragrances spread and intersect in the kitchen, and the sound of spatulas interweaves into a beautiful piece of music, which is probably a piece of music that every chef will like.
Mag looked around with great interest. This was the first time he saw so many colleagues using different cooking methods to prepare delicious food. It was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. There were endless wonders to see. .
"Mr. Mag, your cooking position is here. The food will be served in two hours. I hope you can be ready." The guard who led Mag through the door stopped and pointed to an empty seat beside him. Mag said: "Are you alone?"
Mag put the knife box on the stove, looked at the guard with some confusion and nodded: "Yes, is there anything wrong?"
"I'm just a little surprised. Even Karuru, who only makes one cold dish, has two helpers." The guard glanced at the kitchen next to Mag and said with a smile: "Then, I wish you good luck." Then he turned and left. go.
"Thank you." Mag nodded slightly. He had just walked all the way. The chefs did seem to have helpers beside them. On the contrary, a chef like him was more conspicuous.
"Let's just make a Kaluru mixed with cucumbers and the three of us are given quotas. What does he do alone?"
"Could it be the peanut maker?"
"Shh, don't talk nonsense, peanuts are on the same level as us."
The three people in the booth next to each other were talking quietly.
Mag turned his head and glanced at the kitchen next to him. A man with a rather round figure and wearing a white chef's uniform was smiling at him with an honest face, and smiled back at him politely.
This uncle's body shape looks somewhat similar to Dabai's. Even his face shape--(●-●) looks the same, and he has a naturally favorable appearance.
There are two fat guys around him who are fifteen or sixteen years old. They are smaller versions of him in size and appearance. Mag doesn't believe that they are not his biological children.
The uncle looked at Mag with curiosity and asked: "Hello, my name is Karulu, they are Kakalu and Lukaka, they are my sons. But, brother, what do you do, how can you be just one Where are the people?”
The two little fat guys also looked at Mag with curiosity.
Here today, they are already the smallest group of people, and they can't hold their heads high in front of the other chefs, but this man is actually alone, and he suddenly feels a sense of superiority in his heart.
"Kalulu, Kakalu, Ruka..." Mag felt like his head was spinning. The name was chosen so casually. Looking at the curious father and son, he smiled and said, "I am Mag. , because there isn’t much to do, so I don’t need any help.”
According to Qiao Xiu's request, he only had to cook for about ten people. At this level, there was no pressure on him and he didn't need any helpers at all.
"I understand, I understand." Karuru nodded with an "I understand you" look on his face. Although being selected into the palace to serve the king's birthday dishes is something worthy of bragging, in this scene where chefs gathered, He could only make one cold dish, which was a bit embarrassing in terms of face. He could completely sympathize with Mag's mood.
"It's okay, Brother Mag. Although we don't have more people than them, and the dishes we cook may not be able to be put on the king's table, but we are better because we are relaxed. Look at the guy over there with a big pot on his head. The troll's head is burning red, and the little trolls next to him are all surrounding him. How troublesome it is." Karuru smiled and started to relieve Mag.
"That's what you said." Mag nodded in confusion. It seemed that the uncle had misunderstood something, but he had no intention of explaining. He directed the guards to place the kitchen utensils, "Put this one here, and put that one here." That’s all right there, give me the seasoning…”
"Father, does he need so many kitchen utensils to make a cold dish? Why do we only need a basin?" Lukaka asked with a puzzled look.
"He must have moved his entire kitchen. Although he can only make one cold dish, he still has to pretend that his cold dish is very high-end. This is worth learning from us. Miscalculation, miscalculation." Kaka Lu touched his chin and said decisively.
Kaluru said with a nostalgic look on his face: "Don't talk nonsense. Every chef has his own pride. I can understand the behavior of Brother Mag. When I first entered the palace, even the big vat of pickled cucumbers I have brought them all, but I am worried that others will say that I am just a cucumber picker. I just want them to see that even if it is pickled cucumbers, not everyone can pickle them well, and not everyone has such a big vat."
"You see, he should be at the stage I was at back then. We must tolerate him and protect his mentality, and we should not laugh at him." Karuru said with a serious expression as he looked at his two sons.
"Yeah." The two brothers nodded obediently.
