Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

"Chef?" In the huge barracks kitchen of the Black Bell Fortress, Maggie Carlo held a wine glass with a look of disdain on her face.

"If you want to reject me, find a better reason!"

Obviously, she didn't believe that Fan Wei's ability would be just a chef? Even if he had some cooking skills, it would be better to just treat it as a hobby.

How could a strong warrior devote himself to pots and pans!

Under the huge flag of bright red and black, Fan Wei rolled up his sleeves and quickly tied an apron on himself. He did not argue that when language was invented for communication, it also had its natural limitations.

Understanding and feelings are difficult to convey to each other through simple communication.

So when encountering disagreements, Fan Wei doesn’t like meaningless arguments. He is a practical man of action, and food is his most powerful language.

Seeing Fan Wei's professional movements, Mei Jie Carlo shut up for a moment. Her eyes turned and she suddenly had an idea.

"Go, call Moreka."

The lady kicked the soldier next to her casually and decided to fight back against Fan Wei, so she called the chef of the Black Bell Fortress.

Some things are very counterintuitive. Although the cruelty and harshness of the empire are known to the world, the prosperity here is also among the best in the world.

The Northern Empire gave birth to a large number of artists, and the skills of its craftsmen and chefs were not bad either. In the cultural world, the empire was even famous for its strong, cold and dark paintings, and its nihilistic philosophy was also unique.

Ice, snow, moonlight and rivers are representative of Helland’s art.

Although this is a bit far-fetched, it also shows that the person who was hired as the head chef by the military minister, who holds a high position of power, is no ordinary person!

"Master Mejie Carlo, do you have something to ask me?"

A young woman with long wheat-colored hair tied behind her head, wearing a white uniform and looking no more than twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with gray eyes, walked into the kitchen and saw the stranger who occupied her seat at a glance.

Disgust and anger surged into Moreka's heart, and she felt that her position was challenged!

"Now, that guy said he wants to cook, so go and beat him up! Or I'll change the head chef and do it yourself."

Raising her chin and giving the order, Maggie Carlo pulled out a chair and sat down with her legs crossed.

The Eyes Squad was not to be outdone and sat in a row across from the dining table. Sylvia even used her tail to bring over a few bottles of Empire's high-end snow wine and drank right away.

"Hello."

Sensing the chef's aura from the new lady, Fan Wei turned around and greeted her in a friendly manner, but was given a cold glare.

With a snort, Morica tied on an apron and put on a wide hat that held her hair down.

In this competition that concerns her own status, she not only wants to win, but also slap the opponent in the face! Satisfy Ms. Meijie Carlo's preferences and gain more recognition!

And she herself is full of confidence!

As a genius among geniuses, he became a master chef at the age of fifteen, became famous when he was a little over twenty, and was a rare chef whose cooking skills conquered the appetites of many high-ranking officials.

Moreka is not without pride.

She looked down on this opponent who suddenly appeared. Who dared to challenge her position?

Lord Mejie Carlo didn't seem to have a good impression of this man, but he had some skills to show up in front of the military minister who tortured his subordinates over a disagreement.

She observed Fan Wei who was cleaning and setting the dishes, but didn't notice anything special for the time being.

But when Fan Wei raised his hand to choose the ingredients, it was as if a cold wind blew in his face!

Morika's eyes widened slightly as she looked at the man who picked up the kitchen knife and faced the ingredients with a smile. A drop of cold sweat ran down her temple.

This, this guy?!

What was that momentum? His expression was smiling like a southern sheep, but that kind of momentum that was as unshakable as intuition...

Moreka didn't want to admit it at all, but her genius as a chef told her.

This guy is probably extremely strong!

"Tsk——" Feeling the pressure, Morika gritted his teeth and made the same choice as any other imperial man: to win at any means necessary!

Yes! Lord Mejie Carlo hates this guy, even if he does something worse...

Just as her subconscious psychological activity arose, Morika was stunned. Her confidence... She didn't even pick up the kitchen knife... She actually thought she would... lose?

The reason why geniuses are geniuses, in addition to their ability to master skills more easily than ordinary people, is also due to their strong, God-given intuition.

Moreka came back to her senses, touched the sweat that had covered her forehead, took a deep breath to calm herself down, and looked again, she could no longer see the "horror" in Fan Wei.

I must have been too nervous just now and felt it was wrong.

With strong anxiety and hostility in her heart, the chef decided that she must win! She must win no matter what!!

She even felt ashamed of her overreaction just now. Intuition can also be wrong sometimes. How can she decide the winner with just one glance? How can there be such a strong chef in the world?

Maybe his abilities are related to spirit and hallucination!

How sinister!

Her mind could not find any reason for her defeat, and Morika had not yet noticed that she had already abandoned the intuition and talent that she once prided herself on, or rather, in front of this person, her talent was completely useless.

Fan Wei didn't care about his opponent's opinion and focused on cooking.

He did not copy past experience. In this strange new country, people's eating habits may be very different, and there are many factors that determine the characteristics of dishes.

The ingredients produced, preferences caused by climate and living habits, historical traditions, etc.

For Fan Wei, who had just arrived, the unfamiliarity with the local culture was a disadvantage, but this did not bother him because of what he saw and heard along the way.

The Northern Empire’s recipes had spread out before his eyes like a map!

Wheat flour, potatoes, berries, lamb, fish and leafy vegetables, pickled beans and cheese, these were ingredients selected from the empire's production. Fan Wei also took some sour oranges, peppers and spices from the humid and hot southern regions.

Click, grab a few eggs and apply force with your fingers and the slippery egg white falls into the basin.

The egg yolks remain in the shells in another bowl.

Moreka on the opposite side was equally busy. While processing the ingredients, she secretly watched Fan Wei's movements. When she saw cheese, lamb, sour oranges and several spices, her eyes suddenly lit up.

This guy is simply sending a pillow to someone when he is sleepy.

Judging from his appearance, he was preparing the sauce. As a talented chef, Morica naturally knew some food theory.

As long as she adds some corresponding ingredients to her dishes.

After eating your own cooking, dishes containing ingredients such as lamb and sour oranges will taste strange!

Humph~ Pride and relaxation surged in my heart, stupid guy, what's the point of trying harder? If you don't observe your opponent and don't work hard outside the game, you have already lost before the judgement!

Having regained her confidence, Moreka set up a big pot and cooked thick soup, which is her specialty.

Time passed by minute by minute, and more and more people gathered in the kitchen. Life in the fortress was actually very boring. Soldiers and officers at all levels gathered together to watch this unique competition hosted by the army minister.

Activities where you can enjoy both fun and delicious food are exciting no matter where you are.

"Lord Mejie Carlo, you are in such a good mood." A male officer of medium height with a sturdy build, brown-red hair, and hair curled like short horns on both sides of his forehead sat down at the dining table.

"I heard that a southern man defeated the minister with just one move? I came here specially to learn something new."

To be able to speak like this to the fortress boss, this person must be very powerful and of high status. In fact, checks and balances exist in all power institutions.

Compared to the purely military force of Mejie Carlo, Boweiwal is a royalist and serves as the deputy military minister of the fortress.

"The one who's cooking is here. Do you want me to ask him to punch you too?"

Maggie Carlo sneered coldly. She glanced at Boweiwal, wondering what his plan was. Was he just here to mock and challenge her?

Not at all. His purpose is probably not on himself.

Suddenly looking at the four "eyes" sitting calmly opposite, an intuition of being drawn into some vortex arose in Maggie Carlo's heart.

She looked at Fan Wei, feeling a sense of belated surprise.

"The God of War Festival is about to begin, and His Majesty the Emperor's birthday is coming soon, isn't it?"

Boweiwal chuckled and raised his wine glass, as if he had revealed something, but also as if he had said nothing, as if he wanted to deliberately muddy the water.

On the other side, the two chefs were nearing the end of their cooking.

Moreka filled a large bowl with curry-colored seafood soup, fresh cod, lobster, spices, and crisp green tubers.

It is a northern vegetable that tastes very similar to a green apple.

The staple food is toast, which is made from Rogue bread fermented with a special strain of bacteria. It is brown in color, has large and dense holes, but has a strong wheat aroma when chewed.

The bread slices that are precisely flame-toasted by the chef and brushed with honey have a crispy texture that is pure and wonderful.

At Fan Wei's place, the style is equally simple, a wrap with mashed potatoes and a batter made from egg white and wheat flour, which is evenly rolled in a hot pot.

When it comes out of the pan, it is as thick as leather, soft and greasy.

Cut the fish into strips and fry them, and simply sprinkle salt on the cooked lamb.

Place shredded cabbage, beans and cheese on a pancake spread with a little berry sauce, put the meat on it and roll it up casually to make a solid big burrito.

The mashed potatoes on the other side were made with boiled and finely diced red beets.

Fan Wei pinched the cut green sour oranges and squeezed a little juice into them to make mashed potatoes that looked delicate and special.

"I thought there was going to be some luxurious meal." Mei Jie Carlo lightly stabbed Fan Wei, looked at the food on the large plate, and waved her hand, "Bring it up."

The two chefs looked at each other, and Moreka took the lead, bringing the food to the officer and distributing it to the soldiers.

It’s not just the fancy dishes that are the best; in fact, a chef’s best food is often the one they cook most often, which usually means homely and simple.

Morica's seafood stew is well-known even in the imperial capital, which is dozens of kilometers away.

Picking up the spoon and taking a sip, Maggie Carlo couldn't help but nod. It was indeed the familiar excellence. The taste seemed more delicate than usual and a little different.

The rich flavor brings warmth to the tip of the tongue, and the mouth tastes mellow and delicious, as if suppressing the rage in the blood vessels.

Dip it in the thick soup and crunch the crispy bread slices, the sweet taste makes you feel better involuntarily.

"You are worthy of being the chef I chose." Nodding with satisfaction, Mei Jie Carlo didn't believe that Fan Wei, a warrior, could defeat a professional chef!

The deputy army minister, who was chewing, nodded slightly in agreement, and the soldiers and officers cheered.

"The chef's skills are unparalleled. He insulted that boy!"

Hearing the affirmation and praise from her superiors, Morika was very proud and confident. It turned out that she was worrying too much. Not to mention the backup plan she had prepared,

How could she be defeated so easily based on her cooking skills alone!

Only the four members of the Eye Team did not react as much as the people around them after tasting the food.

Although it is indeed delicious, for those who have eaten someone's food, they can only feel one thing: the difference...