Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Outside the palace, in a dark room, three tall figures sat facing each other.

"The hottest blood of the warriors of the orc tribe has been spilled on the border between the tribe and the Ross Empire. I hope that you demon tribe and forest troll tribe can show your true sincerity, and don't just talk about it." The dark green-skinned orc Shen Sheng said.

"Don't worry, the most elite fighters of my forest troll clan have arrived in Luodu, and I will keep Irina safe this time." The forest troll twisted his own neck and made a cracking sound. It is harsh to squeeze out from the lungs.

The Void Demon grinned, and a cold light flashed in his scarlet eyes. He sneered and said, "The structure of this world will be redefined by our three-clan alliance. Elves, humans, and goblins, these weak and cunning things, should obediently be used as food." Yes, they don’t deserve to own territory, they don’t deserve to be equal to us, let them start fighting among themselves..."

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Carrying a knife box, Mag walked slowly into this huge kitchen. It was the first time he had seen a kitchen that was nearly as big as a football field. Any vacant seat 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 present a delicious dish to the king on his birthday.

"It's more spectacular than I imagined." Mag said in his heart, looking at the demon chef who was waving three kitchen knives and cutting vegetables like the wind, the forest troll holding the pot with his flaming head, and the man who seemed to be casting magic. An elf chef who cooks delicacies gracefully.

Chefs of different races show incredible scenes, all kinds of wonderful aromas diffuse 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 of his peers, using different styles of cooking, making gourmet food, just like Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden, seeing endless surprises .

"Mr. McGonagall, your cooking position is here. The dishes will start serving in two hours. I hope you can get ready." The guard who led Mag into the door stopped, pointed to an empty seat and looked at McGonagall said, "Are you alone?"

Mag put the knife box on the stove, looked at the guard a little puzzled and nodded, "Yes, is there anything wrong?"

"It's just a little surprised. Even Karuru, who only cooks a cold dish, has two helpers." The guard glanced at the cook next to Mag, and said with a smile, "Then, good luck to you." Then he turned and left. go.

"Thank you." Mag nodded slightly. He had just walked all the way, and those chefs did seem to have helpers by their side. On the contrary, it was a chef like him who was more conspicuous.

"Let's just make a Karuru mixed with cucumbers and give us three places. What does he do alone?"

"Could it be peanuts?"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense, Peanut is on the same level as us."

The three people in the next booth were talking in low voices.

Mag glanced sideways at the kitchen seat next to him. A man with a round figure and a white chef uniform was smiling at him with a simple and honest face, and smiled back at him politely.

This uncle's body shape looks somewhat similar to Dabai's, and even the face shape --(●-●), looks the same, and he is naturally attractive.

There are also two chubby boys of fifteen or sixteen years old beside him, both of whom are miniature versions of him in size and appearance. If it is said that these are not his own, McGonagall will not believe it.

The uncle looked at Mag and asked curiously: "Hello, my name is Karuru, they are Kakalu and Rukaka, they are my sons. But, brother, what do you do, how can you be just one What about people?"

The two little fat guys also looked at Mag curiously.

Here today, they are already the smallest number of people, and they are a little bit embarrassed in front of other chefs.

But this man was alone, and a sense of superiority suddenly rose in his heart.

"Karuru, Kakaru, Ruka..." Mag felt his head was going to spin, the name was chosen at random, looking at the curious father and son, he smiled and said, "I'm Mag , because there is not much to do, so no help is needed."

According to Qiao Xiu's request, he only needs to make about ten people, which is no pressure for him, and he doesn't need any helpers at all.

"I understand, I understand." Kalulu nodded with a look of "I understand you". Although being selected into the palace to serve dishes for the king's birthday is something to be proud of, but in such a scene where chefs gather, He can only cook such a cold dish, and he still feels a little embarrassed about his face. He can fully empathize with Mag's feelings.

"It's okay, Brother McGonagall. Although we don't have more people than them, and the dishes we cook may not be able to be served on the king's table, we are more relaxed. Look at the one with a big pot on his head. The troll, his head is burning red, and the little trolls next to him are all around him one by one, how troublesome." Karuru smiled and explained to Mag.

"That's what you said." Mag nodded inexplicably. It seemed that the uncle seemed to have misunderstood something, but he didn't mean to explain. He directed the guards to place the kitchen utensils, "Put this one over here, that one over here." It’s fine there, give me the seasoning…”

"Father, does he need so many kitchen utensils to cook a cold dish? Why do we only need pots?" Lukaka asked suspiciously.

"He must have moved his entire kitchen here. Although he can only cook one cold dish, he still has to pretend that his cold dish is very tall. This is something we should learn from. Miscalculation, miscalculation." Kaka Lu stroked his chin and said decisively.

Karuru looked nostalgic and said: "Don't talk nonsense, every chef has his own pride, I can understand Brother McGonagall's behavior very well, when I first entered the palace, even the big jar of pickled cucumbers I brought them all, and I was worried that others would say that I was just a pickle. I just want them to see that even if it is a pickle, not everyone can pickle it well, and not everyone has such a big jar."

"You see, he should be at my stage now. We should tolerate him and protect his mentality instead of laughing at him." Kalulu looked at his two sons and said with a serious expression.

"Yeah." The two brothers nodded obediently.

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