"Congratulations to Master Mag. Your Majesty and the nobles are full of praise for the food you made. It is expected to be the best dish for this palace banquet."
At this moment, the previous waiter led ten maids in again, and said excitedly before he even reached Mag.
The bustling dining hall seemed to be quiet, and the faces of the chefs showed shock.
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The tree man took out his burning hand from the stove and stuffed it into the water vat nearby, with a bit of lingering fear on his face.
What is the concept of the best dish for a palace banquet?
If you get this best, you will be the first among all the chefs in this palace banquet!
In a sense, it can also be said that he has reached the top of the chef world in Nolan Continent.
In previous years, the best awards at palace banquets were almost always won by Master Bierman. Even if there were occasional omissions, the winners were all the royal chefs in the palace. They were all top chefs in the chef world, highly respected and recognized.
Although being the best in one dish does not completely represent your strength, being the best is a golden sign. If you can stand out among so many top chefs and be favored by the king, your future will naturally be unlimited.
But this waiter actually openly said that Mag was expected to win this award that had been dominated by masters in the past? If this person hadn't exaggerated, wouldn't Mag be the biggest dark horse in this palace banquet?
"This...how is this possible!"
Nandelli and Sibal changed their expressions at the same time. They thought Mag was just a third-rate chef, but they didn't expect that now he was even praised by the king, and might even win the honor of being the best dish at the palace banquet.
Thinking of what I said before, I now want to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. This old face is completely lost.
What makes them even more frightened is that if Mag becomes an important master in the dining hall like Bierman in the future, will their qualifications to participate in the palace banquet be revoked?
With the title of royal chef for palace banquets, they have made a lot of money over the years. They just want to pass it on to their disciples and grandchildren, making money from generation to generation. Now the situation has turned sharply. It seems that they have offended people who cannot be offended. My heart suddenly panicked.
"Uncle Mag is so awesome!" Ruluka and Rukaka looked at Mag with admiration, their narrow eyes filled with little stars.
Karuru blinked, as if he couldn't believe it, "What happened to this world? Such a supernatural thing happened around me."
"That's too much praise. Please wait a moment. The second dish will be ready soon." Mag nodded slightly, showing no surprise or surprise, remaining calm.
He doesn't feel that he has secured victory with just one dish. After all, the best chefs in the entire Nolan Continent are gathered here. The novel taste may make people feel refreshed, but it is not enough to overwhelm other chefs.
He had to put all his effort into the next two dishes. After all, he came to Luodu this time for a system mission. If the mission failed, he couldn't afford the consequences.
As for the super reward after the mission is successful, he is also quite curious. After all, the system has always been stingy. Could it be possible that it will give him a big gift package?
"Okay." The waiter nodded and stood aside without any intention of urging him. He was deeply impressed by Mag's display of strength. If nothing else goes wrong, the dining hall will have another permanent chef. And he is the kind that is deeply loved by His Majesty.
In the northwest corner of the dining hall, a middle-aged chef glanced in Mag's direction, looking slightly unhappy at Bi, who was wearing a black and white chef's uniform, with gray hair meticulously combed behind his head, and a white top hat. Man said: "Master, that chef in the chaotic city..."
"If the person being praised can be neither arrogant nor impetuous, why do you need to worry about getting angry?" Bierman scooped up a spoonful of thick soup and poured it into a bowl, sprinkled with chopped green onions and seasonings, and said calmly.
The chef said anxiously: "But he is just a chef from the City of Chaos. Even Beate is known as the number one chef in the City of Chaos. What ability does he have to compete with you for the best palace banquet?" What? I don’t accept it!”
"Yes, he is only a few years old and has been a chef for several years. How can he be compared with you, Master?"
"I think the waiter just made it up. His Majesty likes the dishes cooked by Master the most. How could he like to eat the dishes cooked by that guy?"
Other chefs also responded with words, their faces full of dissatisfaction.
In their eyes, Maglian was not qualified to compete with Bierman, so how could he compete with him for the title of the best at the palace banquet.
"If he can really make delicious food that satisfies His Majesty, that is a good thing worth celebrating." Bierman put down the spoon in his hand, looked at the chefs standing beside him, and said with a serious expression: "I have more than I have told you once that there is no limit to cooking. If you want to become a real chef, you need continuous learning and progress, and constant innovation. I am not the height where you stop, but a stepping stone for you, so that you can have more success. What a delicious and interesting dish to turn up.”
The chefs fell silent. Although they were still a little unhappy with Mag, they also had some new thoughts on Bierman's words.
The steak made a pleasant sound on the hot iron plate. The steak soaked in red wine and various seasonings soon exuded an intoxicating aroma. The black pepper sauce was poured on the medium-rare steak and garnished with two broccoli flowers. Flowers, colorful peppers, and black pepper steaks were carried away quickly by the elegant maids.
Nandelli and Sibal had already shut their mouths obediently. If their previous words hadn't gone too far, they would have hugged each other now.
Seeing that Mag had taken a break, Kalulu also smiled and came forward, admiring: "Brother Mag, I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good. The beef just looked very delicious. You really are." It’s hidden, if I win the best palace banquet this time, I will really become famous instantly!”
"Brother, I'm overly praised. I just performed normally. I can't afford this." Mag smiled and shook his head. For this 'instant fame', he always felt that this adjective was a bit strange to apply to him.
In the main hall.
The king put down his spoon. He had finished all the braised chicken and rice in front of him. Not even a grain of rice was left. The delicious experience brought by the braised chicken and rice and the rich nutrition of the chicken soup made his face a little rosy. There was actually some left. The feeling of not having enough to say.
Representatives from all ethnic groups also had similar expressions. Unexpectedly, they thought it was just an ordinary palace banquet, but unexpectedly, they were aroused by this small portion of food. If they didn't feel it was inappropriate, they couldn't help but want to come again. One serving.
"The chef invited by His Highness will serve the second dish!"
At this moment, the waiter led the maids in again and said loudly.
