“This recently concluded banquet sure was exciting; I didn’t think that someone could take the best dish award from Master Bellmann.”
“I’m more surprised by the fact that this Chef Mag refused His Majesty’s reward after winning the award.”
“Is that guy retarded? What chef in their right mind would give up on such an opportunity?”
Within the royal kitchen, all of the chefs who hadn’t yet left were discussing quietly among themselves while packing up their stuff. As usual, none of them managed to win the best dish award, but they had truly witnessed a spectacle of the ages.
The chef by the name of Mag had sprung up like a black horse, completely stirring up the entire cooking world.There were most likely going to be legends told about him for many years to come.
A fat chef who was standing beside Bellmann wore a firm expression as he said, “That guy must know that he’s no match for Master, so he’s too scared to come to the royal kitchen.”
However, none of the student chefs around Bellmann chimed in in agreement. All of them wore complex and depressed expressions on their faces.
Bellmann was in the process of packing up his knives, and a young man approached him in a rather nervous manner before asking, “Master, what do you think about this?”
Bellmann slowly put down the knife in his hand and cast his gaze out toward the distant sky. A smile appeared on his face as he replied, “He is a true chef. To be able to run a restaurant is the most enjoyable activity for a chef. Watching so many customers enjoy one’s food every day is the most satisfying feeling. Perhaps that’s why he’s able to be such an innovative chef.”
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After Mag and Amy returned to the second prince’s manor, Amy turned to Mag with an expectant look, and asked, “Father, what are we going to do for the rest of the day?”Mag thought about this for a moment before smiling as he replied, “There really isn’t anything left to be done today. How about you help me make some ice cream cake?”
“Ice cream cake?” Amy looked at Mag with a rather perplexed expression. “Isn’t ice cream just ice cream? What’s an ice cream cake?”
“Come on, you’ll know once we make it.” Mag picked up Amy with a smile, and then asked the butler to carry all of his things into the manor and then organize a clean separate kitchen for him.
The butler didn’t know exactly what had taken place during the banquet, but he was aware that Mag had won the best dish award and received a handsome reward from the king himself, and that was more than enough reason for him to try and suck up to Mag. As such, he immediately rushed off to organize a kitchen for Mag.
News of Mag winning the best dish award quickly spread to the kitchen in the second prince’s manor, creating a massive stir.
This chef from Chaos City had reached the pinnacle of cooking in the Roth Empire, yet they had been aiming all those barbed insults at him earlier.
On that day, the name “Mag” was heard throughout the entire cooking world. A single victory couldn’t cement his position as the number one chef on the entire continent, but he had taken his first major step toward that title. Everyone now knew of this brilliant chef from Chaos City who had received glowing praise even from the king himself.
Even though Mag wasn’t a vain person, he didn’t care about his title and reputation. After all, the system’s main mission was to forge a resounding reputation so all types of chefs all over the continent could come and challenge him.
Mag had already seen through the system’s little tricks; he simply refrained from articulating his findings.
The task that lay ahead of him was quite simple: he had to constantly improve his own cooking skills so he could crush any challenger who dared to approach him.
It wouldn’t take long before no one on the Norland Continent would be willing to challenge him, and by that time, he would’ve most likely completed the vast majority, if not all, of the system’s missions.
“System, provide me with a set of ingredients required for a portion of ice cream cake,” Mag instructed internally.
“The system has warned you before coming here that no ingredients will be provided to you. If you need ingredients, source them on your own,” the system retorted in a serious voice.
“But I’ve already completed this mission, and that restriction only applies to the mission. I’m asking for ingredients now to make an ice cream cake for Amy and myself, so how is that condition applicable?” Mag asked as he pursed his lips.
“Er… That’s…” The system was at a loss for a response.
“I earned 1,000 dragon coins today, and I don’t know how I’m going to spend it. It looks like there are many good things to buy in Rodu. Maybe I should…” Mag began in a rather reluctant voice.
“Ding! The requested ingredients have been delivered to the first layer of the cabinet! If you need anything else, please feel free to inform the system. The system prides itself on providing the most exceptional service.” The system’s gentle voice sounded, accompanied by the image of a smiling air hostess.
“Your voice really doesn’t match that image.” Mag couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He opened the cabinet to discover that all of the ingredients had indeed been delivered. As he prepared the ice cream cake, he asked internally, “System, can you make Gundams?”
“If you’re talking about the toy, then that’s not an issue at all.”
“I’m talking about a real Gundam, like the one the third prince made. Can you do that?”
“The system has no knowledge of magic, and its principles aren’t grounded in scientific theory, so there’s no way for the system to study it, either. As such, the system is unable to make the wooden Gundam crafted by the third prince.”
“You’re a system created by God, yet you can’t even do something that a big-headed prince can?” Mag asked with a hint of mockery in his voice.
“Hmph! Who says the system can’t do something he can? What he made was just an impractical toy! Each batch of crystals can only support that thing to throw a couple of punches, and there’s no way it can be used in an actual battle. The system is above making something like that,” the system replied in a disdainful voice.
“You make it sound like you can make something better,” Mag also retorted in a disdainful manner.
“Of course the system can make something better! Micronuclear power combined with phase shift armor and a railgun will destroy that pathetic wooden doll with ease!” the system declared.
“Holy crap! You can actually make something like that?” Mag’s eyes immediately lit up. Those features epitomized his image of the ideal Gundam.
“The system certainly can, but it’s not for sale, so don’t even think about it. Focus on making your cake! You’re a man who’s destined to become the God of Cookery!” the system replied one final time before falling silent.
“Father, does ice cream taste good?” Amy asked, cutting off Mag’s train of thought.
“Of course. Both ice cream and cake are extremely delicious, and the combination of the two will only be better.” Mag nodded with a smile before getting to work.
