The large dining hall provides several levels of kitchen seats for chefs, and the kitchen seats of large and large chefs have dozens or even hundreds of square meters, while normal chefs like McGonagall and Kaluru have a kitchen area of more than a dozen square meters, which is almost a standard kitchen.

McGonagall's kitchen was in the far corner, the kitchen utensils were arranged, just enough to fill the place on the stove, McGonagall glanced at her watch, it was still early, and she didn't rush to start cooking.

He didn't care much about the size of the kitchen station, which was just the right size for him to operate alone, and it was similar to the feeling of being in his own kitchen.

And Kalulu and his son have already made preparations, although there will be a lot of pickled cucumbers for a while, but the cucumbers are pickled and ready-made, and all you have to do is put them on the plate, so they are not in a hurry.

Idle, McGonagall also chatted with the three good-looking father and son.

The small kitchen is located in the northwest corner of the entire dining hall, but there are not many people here, and when the chefs look up at this side, their eyes are a little contemptuous, intentionally or unintentionally.

If there is a chain of contempt for the chefs in this canteen, the cold chefs who are small in number and difficult to get on the table are obviously at the bottom of the chain of contempt.

Kalulu was a rare companion and was very happy to talk to McGonagall, and he felt comfortable being able to talk to him on an equal footing.

"Brother McGonagall, look at the northernmost and largest kitchen, and the chef who occupies that place is Bilman, who is known as the first chef of the Los Empire, as the first chef of the palace, he is in charge of His Majesty's daily food, and on this birthday, he will be responsible for seventy percent of the food on the table of the king and important guests, and the remaining thirty percent will be selected from the dishes made by the other chefs present." Kaluru said with a little resentment.

"Will your pickled cucumber be chosen?"

"So far, there is no clear menu, but this kind of thing is like pie in the sky, so let's not expect too much. There are so many chefs, if one dish can be selected for the king's table, then it can be blown for a lifetime. Kaluru sighed and shook his head.

After a pause, Kalulu looked at McGonagall again and comforted: "But don't be discouraged, you are still young, the future is yours, maybe the king's birthday happens to want to eat cold dishes, and you are chosen, then you will become the best cold dish chef in the entire continent." ”

"I haven't learned how to cook cold dishes yet...... "McGonagall thought to herself a little crying and laughing, this uncle is really funny, the two little fat men interject a sentence or two from time to time, and the time does not seem boring.

This cooking is also a river and lake.

Bilman, the leader of the martial arts alliance, is the leader of the martial arts alliance, and his position is unshakable.

Those chefs who have signature dishes and know that they can steadily serve the cooked dishes to the king's table are famous in the rivers and lakes, and their strength is outstanding.

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

As for people like Kaluru, they belong to the group of people who are waving flags and shouting in the audience.

Anyway, how is the fight on the stage, that is, to watch the excitement, it is impossible for a martial arts alliance master to fall from the sky to his head, but he is also very optimistic.

"Wheat, I really hated to see you late, if I had known you earlier, I wouldn't have been so bored here a few years ago." Kaluru patted McGonagall on the shoulder, looking relieved.

"Look at the cucumber shooter, this time he finally moved a step forward from the last position, but what does that kid do? There is only one person, is there a simpler dish in this world to shoot cucumbers? ”

"Isn't there still mixed peanuts, hahaha!"

McGonagall and Karuru were chatting, but there was a burst of laughter from the stalls next to them, and the sound was not shy about it.

Ruluka said angrily: "These guys! Obviously, I make cold dishes, but I want to pretend to be a more advanced feeling! ”

"It's just that the cold dishes they make are not as delicious as the pickled cucumbers made by my father, isn't it because I can make one more cold dish and bring two more people!" Rukaka was also indignant.

"Okay, don't be like them." Kaluru waved his hand, looked at McGonagall and said with relief: "Brother McGonagall, don't be sad, you are still young, just cook cold dishes well, and make three cold dishes for them to see in the future." That Nandley and Sivar are already old guys, and they have no other skills than to hit young people in their mouths. ”

"Well, I'm fine." McGonagall nodded, her heart was a little warm, this chubby uncle was really warm.

Nandley and Sivar's words also attracted a lot of attention to McGonagall, who were all famous chefs from outside, and it was the first time that someone would come to serve the king's birthday by himself.

But since it was arranged in the last corner, it made everyone retract their eyes a little boringly, and even the pickled cucumbers were lined up in front of him, what is there to look forward to such a dish, this guy who has a fancy kitchen utensils in the stove, most of them are just here to play.

McGonagall, who was inexplicably despised, was still calm, anyway, he didn't need the approval of these guys, and speaking with food was the best counterattack for a chef.

Kaluru was relieved to see that McGonagall's mentality was stable, it was not that there had been a chef's mentality collapse before, and he was unable to perform at a normal level and ruined his career, he glanced at the time and said with a smile: "Okay, Brother McGonagall, we're going to start plating, you're only one person, remember to watch the time, don't miss it." ”

"Okay, I'm going to start preparing." McGonagall smiled and nodded.

"Uncle McGonagall, are you really going to make peanuts? Salty or sweet? Ruluka asked with some curiosity.

McGonagall smiled and shook her head, "I don't make peanuts, but I like to eat salty peanuts." ”

"Alright, rabbit cub, hurry up and set the plates, we have to put two hundred plates." Kaluru slapped Luluka on the head and urged, bringing out a large pot of pickled cucumbers and starting to serve them.

McGonagall glanced curiously, the pickled cucumbers cut into long strips, neatly laid out on the plate, the pale golden sauce stained it, and a little green coriander dotted the edge of the plate, which looked refreshing and delicious, and if it was accompanied by a bowl of white porridge, it would be very delicious.

Retracting her gaze, McGonagall ordered the waiter standing not far away to start slaughtering the flamingo before taking a knife from the knife holder and starting to process the various side dishes.

Yellow stewed chicken takes a long time to stew, so you must start preparing in advance.

"Father, you see, Uncle McGonagall doesn't seem to be making peanuts, he's going to make chicken!"

Rukaka looked at the flamingo carried by the two waiters and said in amazement.

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