There was a sudden silence around them.

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

The smiles on Nandley and Sival's faces froze instantly, and they looked at the maids standing in front of McGonagall's kitchen, their gaping mouths as if they had been slapped and completely frozen.

There is only one chef who participated in the palace banquet for the first time to cook, and actually served food directly to the king? How could such a thing happen!

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

"Father, did I just hear something wrong?"

"I think I heard it wrong."

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

In fact, the waiter's heart is also a little bottomless, he has been on duty in the canteen for more than ten years, and this is the first time this situation has occurred.

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

However, since this chef was recommended by His Royal Highness the Second Prince, he should not be bad, but seeing a bunch of strange-shaped kitchenware on his stove, he didn't see what was good, and he didn't even know if the dishes for the king were ready.

"Okay, it's ready, please wait." McGonagall nodded slightly, her face still calm, and reached out to turn off the magic stove of the yellow stewed chicken, and then lifted the lid of the large casserole.

A cloud of white gas rises, and a delicious aroma of chicken and shiitake mushrooms rises, and then spreads in all directions.

If the smell of countless delicacies in the dining hall is intertwined into a delicious whirlpool, turbid and heavy.

This breath was like a sharp blade, breaking through the thick whirlpool, successfully standing out from the turbid aura, bringing people a refreshing experience.

"This scent is so unique! It's delicious! The waiter's eyes lit up, he had been on duty in the dining hall for more than ten years, so that there were only a handful of delicacies that dazzled his eyes by the smell alone, and all of them were deeply loved by His Majesty.

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being a chef recommended by His Royal Highness the Second Prince, and His Royal Highness really has a heart." The waiter thought to himself, and the heart that he had been carrying was also put down again, and with this dish, even if McGonagall's next two dishes were more ordinary, it would not hurt.

"It smells so good! I want to drink chicken soup. Ruluka closed her eyes and took a deep breath and swallowed.

Kaluru looked at McGonagall with an appreciative expression, "Brother McGonagall is really not an ordinary person, and the taste is already comparable to Bilman's food." ”

"How...... How can it be...... He was only one person, how could he make such delicious food......" Nandley looked at McGonagall in disbelief, feeling a little hot pain in his face.

"Maybe it's just smelling, but it takes a lot of chefs to make a delicious dish, like Master Kalman, who only needs to be in charge of the cooking, and the rest is done by other chefs, so that he can make the most delicious food. And he contracted all the work alone, so he couldn't make pure and delicious food. Sival said a little sourly.

Sival's disciples and grandchildren responded with a flattering face, this is a dish to be served on the king's table, if they are not satisfied with the past, they will be condemned, but it is a terrible sin.

The other chefs looked at McGonagall with the same mixed feelings, this feeling was like a hairy boy who had just entered the rivers and lakes, suddenly jumped out, crossed all kinds of martial arts rookies and veterans, challenged the martial arts alliance leader, and even let him go on stage.

It's a very unpleasant feeling, like someone suddenly tearing open that layer of conventional rules, so that those who are still waiting in line for the top suddenly lose an important opportunity.

McGonagall calmly served ten bowls of yellow braised chicken in a delicate porcelain bowl, and then put ten bowls of moon fragrant rice into the tray of those maids one by one, and the tray was covered with a lid, and said with a smile: "This is yellow braised chicken rice, and the soup tastes better when poured on the rice." ”

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

……

In the glorious hall, all kinds of wine and food have been served on the table in front of the big people, the representative of the orc clan is holding a big bone and gnawing, the representative of the forest troll clan is drinking a large barrel of fruit wine with a long straw, and the representative of the goblin clan has drunk ten small wine glasses in one go, secretly hiding two in his sleeve, with a cunning look in his eyes.

"Although there is a little bit of food compared to my father's cooking, I still ate a lot of delicious food today." Amy grabbed a chicken leg in her left hand and a fish cake in her right hand, and said with her cheeks bulging and a little slurred.

Crassus glanced at the motionless chopsticks in his hand, shook his head and said: "It's not just a little different, it's just a difference between cloud and mud, after eating the food made by Boss Mai, and then eating these foods, it's unbearable, I'll keep my stomach for a while and eat the dishes made by Boss Mai." ”

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

Irina ate a small bite of each of the dishes in front of her, and at this time she was looking at those dishes with a puzzled face and thinking a little tangled in her heart: "Which dish here is he made?" There is no name on it, how do I know who made it? I've tasted every dish, and the taste is just ordinary, not particularly delicious, but this kind of taste is definitely not something Alex can make, right? ”

"Could it be that he is still going to make roast beef today? I feel that the roast beef tastes better than these dishes, but it doesn't seem appropriate to serve it on this occasion. Irina shook her head, still wondering if she had already eaten McGonagall's food, or if he hadn't served it yet.

Duke Abraham, as one of the top ten dukes of the Los Empire, is also quite high, but he doesn't eat much, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and shook his head slightly, "Although the dishes made by Bierman are still delicious, I don't feel like there are any surprises compared to last year. In contrast, the roast beef cubes I ate at noon yesterday brought me a pleasant surprise, and I have to bring a few more people to try it tomorrow, three is not enough. ”

The king, who sits on top of the chief, doesn't move his chopsticks much, and his unsmiling appearance makes people feel awe.

At this moment, Sean looked at Qiao Xiu and said with a smile: "I heard that His Royal Highness specially invited a chef to serve dishes for his father's birthday banquet, but I don't know that the dishes offered are already among them?" ”

"The chef invited by His Royal Highness to present food for His Majesty!"

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