Throughout the night, the two door gods had been guarding the door of the back kitchen like statues, until all the dishes, including desserts, had been sent to the front hall, and then they let Song Lan leave the back kitchen and go to the staff lounge to rest.

After a while, the head chef followed.

He seemed to finally recall his identity as an MI7 agent, glanced at Song Lan, and said in a low voice, "I let the boys watch it over there in the back kitchen." ”

Song Lan had long heard that the goal of the conservatives was to restore the aristocracy before the Third War, but he did not expect that they had already begun to implement these plans.

The process of preparing this dinner made him feel like he really went back to the Middle Ages, all dishes had to be reported to the members of the Guards for review one day in advance, and the ingredients and proportions needed to be used had to be strictly reviewed, and in the process of preparing the dinner the next day, there could be no ingredients and condiments in the kitchen that were not on the list.

After each dish is completed, there will be a special member of the pro-guard team to test the poison, and after confirming that it is correct, it will be served to the front hall, and their review of each dish is almost harsh, which makes Song Lan suspect that even if these members of the pro-guard team have never worked as a cook, they must have learned the corresponding skills.

I don't know if it's a function of the prosthetic eye, they can even measure the doneness of the meat.

This posture once made Song Lan suspect that if someone messed up the dinner, it was very likely that they would be arrested by these members of the pro-guard team and sent directly to the guillotine.

Even the chef entered the room and lay down on the sofa with a sense of relief.

More tormenting than physical strength is mental fatigue, and Song Lan feels that the chefs who serve the Iris Consortium are afraid that every time they turn the pot and the next handful of condiments, they are worried in their hearts.

I really don't know any of the most unjust chefs who would be willing to work for these people.

In comparison, the company people are much better.

They pay more attention to the quality of the food and the dining experience, and do not care about these red tape rituals.

"Every member of the Iris Consortium should come to you like this?"

Song Lan couldn't help but ask, after tonight, let me be worried about what happened to me lurking in the Iris Consortium.

"Not really."

The chef shook his head, "This is the wife of the current ruler of the Iris Consortium, Calida Gilves, and the person she is feasting on is Lord Winter, and he has three elite knights under his hands, this is more like a family political meeting, and the core members of the consortium have been trying their best to win over the lords of these knights recently." ”

"Why?"

"Consortium infighting, an eternal topic."

There was a hint of schadenfreude in the chef's tone, "Because of Isabel's matter, the others have seen hope again, their consortium is not the only one, except for the current ruler Richard Gilves, the Capello and Munch families all control a large number of knights, and they also have considerable political influence in the coalition government." ”

The series of names made Song Lan a little confused, which made him seem to really return to the Middle Ages when the aristocracy struggled.

But he now understood why outsiders were referring to them as the Iris Consortium, rather than by their family names, as they had done with the Foster family.

"You don't need to remember everyone's names, you just need to know that there are many people within the Iris Consortium who have questioned the identity of Isabel's successor, and there are many people who have suggested that women should not be in charge of the consortium, and what she caused in the Seventh District just gave the other two families a reason to oppose her."

Speaking of this, the head chef approached Song Lan and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "If you continue to develop according to this momentum, you don't need to wait for the reformists to make a move, and they may fight first within the consortium, and Isabel's mother has been heartbroken about this matter recently." ”

"Wouldn't it be dangerous for me to enter the castle at this time?"

"Of course."

Although he and Song Lan have only known each other for two days, the head chef is sincerely worried about the other party, "You have to be mentally prepared, if Madame really invites you in, I am afraid that your identity will be used as a gunman by Capello and the Munch family." ”

"How?"

"They probably instructed you to poison Isabel's food."

Since ancient times, the struggle between nobles has been life-and-death, and keeping Isabel grounded at home is on the one hand a punishment for her by the Gilves family, and on the other hand, it is also a protection for her.

This seemingly magnificent city is actually full of open and secret battles in every corner.

"You'll have to come out alive, I'll be waiting for you outside."

The atmosphere in the staff lounge became a little heavy, and the head chef looked at Song Lan with a deep gaze, "We will wait for you to lead us to spread the reputation of the restaurant to every corner of the world." ”

"Hmm."

Song Lan nodded, "Next time, definitely." ”

Immediately afterward, the door to the staff lounge was pushed open.

The people who entered the door were not surprisingly members of the Kalida personal guard, but these people were all wearing the same armor, and even the difference in stature was not obvious, and Song Lan couldn't tell their specific identities at all.

"Madame would like to see you."

They read the order to Song Lan in an unquestioning tone.

Song Lan stretched her waist and got up to follow the knight.

It had been some time since the dinner had ended, and the Winter Lord seemed to be gone, and as he entered, Kalida's guards had taken over the entire back kitchen.

Not far from him stood a noblewoman, her skin well maintained, and her countenance looked to be in her early thirties, as for her real age......

Song Lan had heard Ivan mention before that her husband, Richard Gilves, was already an old man in his seventies.

"I'm very satisfied with today's dinner."

Kalida didn't seem to like wasting time on pleasantries, or that there was no need to waste a conversation with a chef from neutral countries as she was, "Prepare for a while, and come with him in a moment." ”

Obviously, the members of the Iris Consortium are not good at hiring people, and from the moment they can remember, they are used to being surrounded by people and dictating to people.

Such a blunt tone made Song Lan think of the image of those difficult top bosses.

Fortunately, he is lucky, his real leader is kind and sympathetic, and he is very good at talking.

After giving the order, Kalida did not stay in the back kitchen for long, she passed by Song Lan and walked straight out of the door, leaving only a member of the personal guard to hand over to Song Lan.

After everyone left, the members of the pro-guard team who stayed behind also began to explain the content of the next work to Song Lan, "The eldest lady has not had a good appetite recently, you have half an hour to think about the menu, there is only one chance, if you can't satisfy the eldest lady, you will return here tonight." ”

(End of chapter)