A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

The large dining halls are divided into several levels for the chefs. The chefs with large size and large numbers of chefs have dozens or even 100 square meters, and there are few and normal chefs like Mag and Karuru. The kitchen area is about a dozen square meters, which is almost a standard kitchenette.

Mag's kitchen is in the most corner position. The kitchen utensils are arranged so that the position on the cooktop is full. Mag glanced at the watch. It was still early, and there was no rush to start cooking.

He didn't care much about the size of the kitchen seat. This size was just right for him to operate by himself, and it was almost the same as in his own kitchen.

Karuru father and son have already prepared for a long time. Although a lot of pickled cucumbers will be used for a while, the cucumbers are pickled and ready-made. The only thing to do is to display the plate, so it is not anxious.

Nothing to do, Mag is also chatting with the three kind-looking fathers and sons.

The small area of ​​the kitchen is located in the northwest corner of the dining hall. There are not many people here. When the chefs look up and look at this side, they have a look of contempt, both intentionally and unintentionally.

If there is a despise chain for the chefs in this restaurant, the number of cold dishes chefs who are small and hard to reach is obviously at the bottom of the despise chain.

It is rare for Karuru to find a brother who is sympathetic to his illness, and he is very willing to talk to Mag. This feeling of being able to talk to each other makes him feel comfortable.

"Mag brother, look at the largest kitchen in the north. The chef occupying that place is Pier Man, known as the first chef of Losse empire. As the first chef of the palace, he is responsible for the daily life of his majesty the king. Food 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 prepared by other chefs present. "Karuru said bitterly.

"Will your pickles be selected?"

"Until now there is no clear menu, but this kind of thing is like falling pie in the sky. Let us not expect too much of that. That many chefs, can have a dish selected on the king's table, then You can blow it all your life. "Karuru sighed, shaking his head.

Paused, Karuru looked at Mag again and comforted: "But don't be discouraged, you are still young, and the future is yours. Maybe the year of the king ’s birthday just wants to eat cold dishes, you are selected, then you can It became the best cold dish chef of the whole continent. "

"I haven't learned how to make cold dishes ..." Mag was thinking a little didn't know whether to cry or laugh, this uncle is really funny, and the 2 Little Fatty insert one or two sentences from time to time, this time is passing It doesn't seem boring.

This cooking is also an arena.

Pier Man, the Martial Alliance Alliance Leader, overwhelms the crowd and has an unshakable position.

Those chefs who have signature dishes and know that they can stably bring the prepared dishes to the king's table are the famous places in the rivers and lakes with outstanding strength.

And those who have a unique skill and have the opportunity to impact their dishes on the king's table are strong rookies in the rivers and lakes, the strength is not weak, only a little luck from the top.

As for Karuru, it belongs to the group of people who shook flags and shouted in the audience.

Anyway, how is the playing on the stage, that is, watching a lively, it is impossible to drop a martial arts Alliance Leader on him, but it is also very optimistic.

"Oh wheat, I really meet you and hate late. If I knew you earlier, I wouldn't have been so boring here a few years ago." Karuru patted Mag's shoulder with a look of relief.

"Look at the cucumber shooter, this time finally moved a step forward from the last position, but that youngster is making and so on? There is only one person. Is there a simpler way of cucumber shoot in this world?"

"Isn't there any peanuts, ha ha ha!"

Mag and Karuru were chatting, but a few laughs came from the stalls next to them, their voices didn't mean to hide.

Lu Rucca said angrily: "These guys! It is clear that they are also cold dishes, but they want to have a more advanced feeling!"

"It's that the cold dish they made is not as delicious as the pickled cucumber made by father. Isn't it because they can make an extra cold dish and bring 2 more people!" Rucca also followed the indignation.

"Okay, do n’t lower oneself to somebody's level with them." Karuru waved his hand and looked at Mag comfortingly: "Mag brother, do n’t you be sad, you are still young, as long as you make good cold dishes, make 3 cold dishes for them later Look. Then South Dely and Sivar are already Old Guys, and they have no other ability than to beat youngsters in their mouths. "

"Well, I'm okay." Mag nodded, a little warm inside, this fat uncle really warms his heart.

The words of South Dely and Sieval also attracted a lot of attention to Mag. All the chefs who can come here are the celebrity chefs from outside. It is the first time that someone has come to present a meal to King Shouchen.

However, since it is arranged in the last corner, everyone is a bit boring to take their eyes off, and even pickled cucumbers are lined up in front of him. What is there to expect from this dish? The fancy kitchenware guys are mostly just for fun.

The inexplicably despised Mag is still calm, anyway, he does not need the approval of these guys, talking with gourmet food is the best counterattack of a chef.

When Karuru saw that Mag's mentality was stable, he was relieved. It was not that the chef ’s mentality had not collapsed before, he had not been able to perform at a normal level and ruined his career. He took a look at the time and smiled, “Okay, Mag brother , We are about to start trading. You are the only one. Remember to watch it for a while and do n’t miss it. "

"Okay, I'm going to start preparing too." Mag smiled nodded.

"Mag Uncle, are you really making peanuts? Salty or sweet?" Lu Rucca asked curiously.

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

"Okay, bastard, hurry up and set the plates, but we're going to put 2 100 plates." Karuru gave Lu Ruca's head a light stroke, urging, took out a large pot of pickled cucumbers and began to load the plates.

Mag glanced curiously. The sliced ​​pickles, neat and tidy were placed on the plate, and the pale-gold sauce was stained on it. A little green coriander was garnished on the edge of the plate, which looked refreshing and delicious. If it is served with a bowl of white porridge, it must be very delicious.

Looking back, Mag ordered the waiter standing not far to start slaughtering Fiery wild chicken, then took a blade from the knife holder and started processing various side dishes.

Huangmenji takes longer to stew, so you must start preparing in advance.

"Father, you see, Mag Uncle doesn't seem to be making peanuts. He wants to fuck!"

Rucca looked at the Fiery wild chicken that the two waiters carried over, and was surprised to be strangely said.