Chapter 1529 - No! Shut Up! It Was Not Me!
writer:Qing Yu Jiang Hu      update:2022-08-22 15:10
  The moment the oven was opened, the tangy fragrance of the spiciness spread across the entire Kitchen One.

  “Smells so good!”


  The chefs in the kitchen all opened their eyes wide.

  “It’s the smell of spiciness, but it’s such an irresistible smell. I can’t believe that a fish could smell so good after staying in this rectangular container for a while. What magical apparatus is it?”


  “This is grilled fish? Why don’t I see the grill or the charcoal? How was this fish grilled? And how can it have such a rich and delicious smell?”


  Gulp.

  The moment the smell of the grilled fish wafted out, it caused a sudden uproar and exclamations.

  This smell was so irresistible that even the old chefs that had been in this kitchen for decades could not resist it.

  Of course, what made them even more surprised was Mag’s cooking style, and also this intrusive fragrance that totally changed their perception of how a grilled fish should be.

  “This fragrance……” Other than shock, Heyman was also filled with admiration. As he looked at Mag’s back, he muttered to himself, “Indeed, he is the man who is worthy of claiming the title of the best chef at the Roth Empire’s royal banquet.”


  “Put this aside first.” Mag pulled out the grilled fish from the oven, and put it on the lit charcoal grill at the side. The plate was already furnished with various vegetables and hot pot soup base powder. Grilling the fish on the grill for a little more could enhance its smell, and the vegetables also played an important part in creating the grilled fish’s delicious taste.

  The orc chefs swallowed their saliva several times as they watched the grilled fish steaming and sizzling on top of the grill.

  “It looks like grilled fish, but why does this grilled fish contain gravy? Shouldn’t grilled fish be as dry as possible?” one chef questioned softly.

  “Hmph. This isn’t a professional grilled fish. A real grilled fish should be crunchy and taste a little burnt. A fish that’s soupy and watery like this isn’t even fit to be called grilled fish,” a big-sized senior chef said with disdain. He was the master chef in charge of grilled fish in the main kitchen.

  Several other orc chefs agreed with him because that grilled fish was different from what they knew.

  Mag walked to the stove, and started the fire to cook the eggplant with garlic sauce.

  This dish was the easiest one out of the rest for tonight. After stir-frying the spices in an iron wok, the fragrance came out quickly, drawing all the chefs’ attention.

  Stir-frying wasn’t a common technique in this world, because humans tended to stew their food, while orcs loved to grill.

  It was the first for most of the chefs to see the ingredients being cut into such tiny pieces, and then thrown into a strange-looking iron wok to stir-fry.

  What was frustrating was that they actually could not tell what were the spices Mag threw into the wok. The dish had a rich smell of meat, not losing to the grilled fish.

  The eggplants were put into the wok to stir-fry for a while until they became a little burnt, and had a thick and shiny layer of red gravy covering them. After that, they were scooped out and plated. It was a dish with aesthetics, taste, and smell.

  Mag passed the eggplant with garlic sauce to Miya before turning off the fire under the high-pressure stewing pot beside him. Then, he poured the red braised pork in the pot into a black stone pot.

  The rich fragrance of pork wafted out. The smell of pork was something orcs were very familiar with, but no one had ever made pork smell so enticing.

  “Oh my God…… Although I have no idea what he made, I have never seen any food that smelled this good,” a young chef muttered involuntarily as he swallowed his saliva.

  “The smell is so enticing, so I’m sure the taste wouldn’t be any worse. This is what my master taught me,” a young apprentice agreed with a nod.

  “No! Shut up! It was not me!” a middle-aged chef behind shouted with a blush.

  Although he did not want to admit it, the fragrance filling the whole Kitchen One made most of the orc chefs who came over to watch the show change their perception of Mag.

  As chefs, they naturally understand how difficult it was to make food with such an enticing smell, and food that smelled this enticing would have no reason to taste bad.

  Everyone looked at Mag complicatedly. The man in front of them was a young human chef who held several titles and glories. He was the one who was invited by the chief to helm the banquet.

  He could make such delicacies for just a simple dinner.

  Miya took out the beggar’s chicken, which was baked until the outside was golden red, and placed it on a tray. She took out a little hammer which she brought with her everywhere, and gently hammered the mud casing at the center. Thin lines of cracks soon spread throughout the casing, and the casing opened up like a flower with a soft and crisp crack, revealing the beggar’s chicken which was baked to a nice golden brown within.

  “The mud and chicken separated perfectly, just like an eggshell. I didn’t think that there was such an extraordinary way of baking chicken!”


  “I can’t believe that you can make chicken taste so delicious with mud. I am going to give it a try later.”


  “Every dish smells different, but they are all equally enticing…… This fellow is showing off too much!”


  After the fragrance of the chicken wafted out, it caused another wave of commotion.

  The voices of skepticism slowly faded away. Even the most stubborn and traditional old chefs could not say anything negative with all these fragrances enshrouding them.

  “Supervisor Heyman, have you had dinner? Do you want to join us?” Mag asked with a smile as he looked at Heyman who was secretly swallowing his saliva at the side.

  “I was too busy today. I just realized that I haven’t had din— burp.” Heyman covered his mouth and laughed awkwardly. “I haven’t had dinner. I’m so hungry I burped. If Mr. Mag and the other ladies don’t mind, I will be thick-skinned and have just a little.”


  “Uncle Crayman, you must mean what you say. You said you were going to have just a little, so it’s just a little. Don’t eat too much. Otherwise, we’re all going to go hungry,” Amy said seriously as she looked at Heyman with a slightly worried look.

  “I’m Heyman, not Crayman……” Heyman corrected Amy with a laugh. He had long heard of this adorable little mistress who appeared harmless. She was the precious disciple of both the Lord of Ice and the Lord of Fire, as well as a genius magic caster. With all those identities, she was far more precious than her father.

  Even the Falk Tribe wouldn’t want to enrage the two legendary magic casters.

  “Mm-hm. I will control myself.” Heyman nodded seriously. He actually had his dinner, but the smell was so enticing. Besides, he would never get the chance to try Mag’s culinary skills without leaving the Falk Tribe, so he would never let such an opportunity slip even if he only could have one mouthful of each dish.

  There was a set of tables and chairs in Kitchen One, and Mag could not be bothered to bring the food out to the dining area, so they made do with eating in the kitchen.

  The group sat around the table, and Heyman got someone to pass him a little stool as he sat cautiously at the corner of the table.

  “Let’s eat.” Mag picked up his bowl, and ate a mouthful of piping hot rice first. He felt the soft rice become sweeter in his mouth as he chewed, and that made him happy.

  “This grilled fish……” Heyman picked up his chopsticks. He had set his eyes on the grilled fish.

  The other chefs all looked at Heyman. It already looked and smelled good. As for the taste, they would only know after Heyman tried it.