Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

Chapter 324 The World of Endless Life

"Master Misir, how did you do that? Why does the bitterness disappear when the greens are cut?"

"Also, how did you make the seasoning so delicate and magical? I even tasted a picturesque feeling!"

The previously arrogant head chef now had a look of respect on her face. In the field of cooking, she was completely conquered by Fan Wei.

People will always feel competitive with people who have similar abilities to themselves, but will bow down and worship those who are respected as "Gods".

Fighting and obedience, like a set of contradictory genetic codes, have spread from primitive times to the present and are still no exception.

The beauty of conquest, the beauty of violence! There is no lack of people who appreciate it!

And if muscles and height are symbols of oppression, then in the eyes of the chef, Misle Fan at this moment is a giant that blocks out the sky and the sun!

But this 'giant' seems to have a gentle heart.

"The processing of green cabbage is due to the knife skills, and the bitter taste comes from the cell fluid that flows out when the cell walls are broken."

“As long as you can cut the vegetables very finely and skillfully, without damaging the cells, you can suppress the bitterness and release it as a subtle flavor when you chew it.”

Fan Wei raised the kitchen knife and demonstrated how to cut it. A head of Chinese cabbage did not move at all, except that there seemed to be some fine wavy patterns on its surface.

Morika held her breath and pointed with her finger in confusion. The whole dish seemed to collapse and turned into a 'photo' on the plate.

With one cut, hundreds of thousands of pieces were precisely divided, and cold sweat broke out.

Even in this fantasy world, hand-cutting close to the cellular level is a bit too magical...

Although she didn't quite understand what the cells Fan Wei was talking about, the chef knew intuitively that they might be something even smaller than sand!

Isn’t he the god of food?

She was silent and doubtful, and decided that no matter what, she would recite the name of Master Misr Fan when cooking in the future...

"There are also ways to season the food. In fact, the ingredients also have a spectrum..." He continued to explain his experience.

Fan Wei never kept his skills to himself and always explained his discoveries in almost every detail, but strangely, Ms. Moreka didn't seem to want to learn much.

Well, as expected, as chefs, we all have our own pride!

She must be trying to research more powerful methods!

With admiration, Fan Wei looked at Ms. Moreka, whose eyes were empty. The head chef, who was trying hard to listen but could hardly understand, and could not even imagine, those cooking techniques, was about to collapse!

Sure enough, this is a skill that only gods can possess, right? !

The look she gave Fan Wei became more and more strange, as if she was hesitating whether to kneel down and kowtow.

"He... is really a chef?" After finishing her meal, Maggie Carlo looked confused. She didn't know how to cook, but the chef she liked was defeated...

And it was a complete and total defeat!

Seeing Moreka almost bent over, trembling, with tears in her eyes, the military minister could not help but exert force with her hands and crushed the bottle with a snap.

She actually lost to a chef...a chef...

"Everyone come! Come on! Catch him for me!!!" Maggie Carlo was furious and could not accept this reality.

Wow! Being defeated by a man like this? She wants to win! She wants to win!

Even if she can't win in terms of strength, she will win by any means possible! She might as well fight him to the death until he cries and admits defeat! !

"Wait a minute."

Seeing the furious Mei Jie Carlo, Fan Wei just smiled and said, "I said before that I am here to make friends. Can we shake hands and make peace?"

She wanted to refuse on the spot, but when Maggie Carlo lowered her eyes and saw the plate, she suddenly became discouraged.

Those gentle thoughts are like water. The more barren and cruel the heart is, the more it is cherished. This dish prepared by the chef touched the softest chord in the heart of the military minister.

"Forget it, forget it...I'll let you go."

"Oh!!" Warm cheers rang out in the military camp restaurant. The soldiers and officers were completely impressed by Fan Wei's cooking skills. They were shocked to see someone as strong as Commander Meggie Carlo showing such a dishonest expression.

It's really worth the money even if you die!

"Everyone, get out and fight!" Mejie Carlo couldn't see that his soldiers were getting excited, and roared like a giant beast.

And Boweiwal touched his spiky red hair, stood up and said politely: "It is my honor to see you show your skills, Mr. Misr!"

The deputy military minister extended the invitation, uttering the humble words typical of a royal servant.

"Mr. Misr, you and your colleagues from the Tong Agency are going to meet His Majesty the Emperor. Why don't you come with me? I am preparing to go to the palace to report on my work."

"This guy wants to stay and be my head chef."

Even if the emperor's power was not brought up, Maggie Carlo didn't seem to buy it. Fan Wei's eyes moved, and he suddenly sensed the taste of the weakening of imperial power.

In other countries, it would not be uncommon for nobles to secretly oppose the great lords.

But this is the Northern Empire with a tough style. If the title of emperor cannot make the officers below bow their heads in submission, it only means that the decline of the emperor's authority is not a short-term thing.

It's a bit unexpected and also a bit curious.

"I'm sorry, Mei Jie, I have to go to the Tong Agency first." Calling the military minister by her short name, Fan Wei's style in the Northern Empire became much more direct.

Calling them like family or close friends really worked.

Even a tough guy like Maggie Carlo had a slightly red face, glanced to the side, and cursed inwardly that this seductive man was so scary!

"See you next time. When I settle down, you are welcome to have dinner in my restaurant." Fan Wei, who had no intention of causing trouble, waved his hand and prepared to continue his journey.

"Wait a minute! Lord Misr! I want to follow you!"

Before entering the capital of the Northern Empire, Fan Wei seemed to have gained a fan girl who was a chef. Although he repeatedly emphasized that he was not the god of food, Moreka firmly believed in his feelings.

Even if it's not, it's not much different!

"Well, but I haven't settled down yet, and Ms. Moreka..." Fan Wei turned around and raised the corner of his mouth, "You still have your own career, and there are many people who appreciate your delicious food."

“Creating delicious food is not a utilitarian path, just like art.”

“Good skills are not the most important thing. The key is whether you can find your true goal and will! If you are confused, feel free to ask me.”

After waving his hand again, Fan Wei left in a graceful manner.

Boviwal laughed and followed, leaving the two of them, one with mixed feelings and the other thinking seriously.

The port city of Lariroan gives people the impression of being like a dried salted fish, grey, solid and dense, with every gap between stored and transported goods filled with salt.

People were crowded together, and some deep flavor was condensed between their comings and goings.

Unfortunately, we didn’t have much time to slowly savor this city in the winter sea breeze during the journey.

Taking a rented animal cart, Fan Wei, the Eye Team, and Bai Weiwal, who were traveling along the way, left the city that stretched flat along the coast.

Heading towards the majestic and vast capital of the Northern Empire, Slakoler, in the distance.

Apart from a main road and some small towns that served as post stations, there were no large settlements along the way, but the caravans coming and going were very busy.

Just by looking at the mountains of trucks, you can imagine the bustling city behind them.

"I'm quite curious." Fan Wei was a little confused. "It is said that the empire is famous for its strictness, so why does it feel like the business is unusually prosperous?"

The Eye Squad, which specializes in infiltration and assassination, may not know the details, but as a senior officer, Perviwar should have enough insights.

"Mr. Misr." Boweiwal lit a cigarette and said with a smile, "For you southerners, the empire must be an extremely cruel place."

"That impression is so correct that I don't bother to defend it."

"But there is an old saying in our empire - 'On a dead tree there are many new shoots'. The empire recognizes competition, no matter how cruel! The bodies of the losers may pile up like a mountain, but the winner takes everything!"

"So, all suffering is only for the weak! As long as you are strong enough, the empire is actually heaven!"

In the distance, the city walls that are taller than the Black Bell Fortress slowly appear in front of the eyes with a majestic momentum, and are even a little hazy under the blue sky.

It is a world of fame and fortune, as well as an arena of competition, where human nature and animal nature are intertwined!

"We're almost there." Bovival pushed open the arch and front flatbed of the box-type animal carriage, folding up a viewing space.

"Mr. Misr."

He flicked away the butts of his empty cigarette and grinned, "Welcome to the world of endless life."

(ps. Thanks to 'Scorching Flame Envoy' for feeding me 'Generate Power with Love' and 'Inspiration Capsule';

'The fox who reads novels' feeds 'Generates electricity with love'!

Thank you so much! !

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