Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

"It's him, the great Mr. Misr!"

As the president's passionate voice rang out, many chefs turned their attention to him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Fan Wei's gaze narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously became serious. Although he had agreed to take the lead in organizing the Capital Chefs' Union, it seemed that the chairman actually wanted him to be the leader.

This is somewhat unexpected.

In fact, Fan Wei is indeed confident in his culinary skills and abilities.

But ability doesn’t always equate to status. People’s hearts are complex. Can an outsider, a chef who has only recently made a name for himself, win everyone’s trust and approval?

Just by looking at the many gazes directed at him, Fan Wei could discern doubt, dissatisfaction, and even resentment.

He knew perfectly well that he couldn't win people's hearts, because simply saying how great he was wasn't enough to convince them. He lacked demonstration and endorsement, which was a problem in the eyes of many chefs.

He might just be an ordinary person.

Why would the chairman do that? With his experience, he shouldn't be unable to figure it out.

After a moment's thought, Fan Wei suddenly realized.

Deities are the core of religion. By nature, the closer one is to the deities, the greater one's power. The president is worried that if the position is given too low, he will not be happy.

In addition, the old man might have pushed him out to see if he was capable or not.

After all, undertaking great tasks involves risks, and whether key figures can be relied upon is a crucial question.

With that thought, Fan Wei smiled confidently and said decisively, "Mr. Chairman, you flatter me. I am too inexperienced to take on such a great responsibility. You are more suitable to take on this role."

Fan Wei's reaction changed the chefs' expressions, making them seem more at ease.

The chairman hadn't expected that power would be handed back to him. Being in the Empire, he had almost lost the concept of humility, but thinking of Misser's consistent style, he nodded in understanding.

"Then let me explain. Our church's current development focuses on two directions."

"First, let us all work together to master the art of developing culinary magic, so as to strengthen our church as soon as possible, allowing God's glory to subtly enter the hearts of the people and harvest faith for God!"

"Secondly, we must seize the opportunity presented by the birth of the new emperor! We must gain favor during the reshuffling of power, with the ultimate goal of becoming the new institution of the future empire!"

The chairman's goals were clear and ambitious, and the chefs all nodded in agreement.

"If there are no questions, today is the first joint meeting to establish the Tantric sect. We will set out the action plan and assign everyone's duties."

"This will be the framework for our organization in the future."

It must be said that the Empire is a good place to do politics. Fan Wei has only been here for half a month, and he has already started to form a party for the second time.

"I agree."

"I agree."

Dozens of chefs present mustered the courage to swear allegiance to the god of food. Meanwhile, in the labyrinthine town, Gonia discovered that she had suddenly gained dozens more devoted followers.

It must have been him!

The girl had no idea that Fan Wei was stirring up trouble, and she was already used to it.

As the divine arts of food spread, the number of people around the world who believed in the god of food gradually increased, and the flames within the god's divine essence grew stronger and fiercer.

This is a flame that can overturn the world, but it can also burn itself to death.

Once the fire of divinity is ignited and grows stronger, it needs a constant stream of faith to sustain it; otherwise, it will devour the god himself!

Even the once powerful goddesses of thunder and storms were extremely cautious and tread carefully when it came to controlling their divine power, which was the norm for most gods in the past.

However, they later seemed to have found a way to solve the problem.

For the little goddess who died young and lost most of her memories, the secrets behind her are unknown, and she can only continue to follow the old path. But Gonia is now extremely relaxed.

Because she discovered that she didn't have to do anything, and someone had already done almost everything!

Now, all I need to do every day is rebuild my divine kingdom in the restaurant, absorb faith to restore my power, and then sunbathe and cook with a certain stupid dragon who is obsessed with gold coins and food and is getting fatter and fatter.

Life shouldn't be too comfortable!

The only trouble is that black demon, the evil god's servant, by the river in the South District!

Even after regaining her divine power, Clara's power was always stronger than hers, always keeping her ahead.

This doesn't make sense. How can someone become stronger just by sitting at home? The incredibly self-aware Gonia was completely baffled, but then she realized something and revealed a gloating smile.

Hehe, it looks like she doesn't even need to lift a finger.

That woman is not far from her doom!

After the oath was taken, the chefs, now fellow believers, relaxed considerably. Someone immediately suggested, "President, what should our sect be called?"

There is a reason for everything, and there is a legitimate cause for action.

Although that's not exactly what it means, it's pretty much the same idea: a mature organization needs a name that can unite people.

The president pondered for a moment, then turned to Fan Wei and asked for his opinion.

"Mr. Mischel, what do you think?"

This time, Fan Wei didn't hold back. After all, he wasn't there to watch the show; he needed to have some influence over the new organization. After a brief moment of thought, he proposed a simple name.

"How about we call it a food festival?"

The core theme is food, and the word "会" represents the organization. These three words succinctly and clearly convey all the meaning.

"Alright, let's call it the Food Festival!" The president immediately made the decision without consulting anyone. Public voting is something Southerners do; Northerners don't buy into that.

All the chefs nodded in agreement, acknowledging the name.

"Next is the nomination of candidates for the various positions in the Food Society."

Positions—that's the real issue that represents interests! The chefs discussed it heatedly, and finally, through multi-person consultation, the positions and quotas were determined.

The current power structure of the Gourmet Association consists of one president, four head chefs, twenty chefs, and an unlimited number of assistant chefs.

The president, needless to say, is equivalent to the archbishop of the Gastronomic Society, managing all the culinary believers in the capital. The head chef is equivalent to the bishop, responsible for contacting the chefs of various restaurants, conveying instructions, and communicating upwards.

After all, we can't hold a big meeting every time we make a decision; that would attract too much attention.

The head chef is a member of a group with considerable prestige and status, who ranks high among the chefs in the capital. They are responsible for regional coordination and assistance, much like a pastor.

The head chefs are the regular members who are ranked lower and have limited culinary skills, abilities, and influence.

But the chefs who can come here are all quite good. At the very least, they are restaurant owners or hold positions under some nobleman. They cannot be considered low-ranking, and there will be lower-ranking positions assigned to them in the future.

This vertically assigned job system is simple yet direct, and is the easiest to accept.

In the early stages, it was only natural for the strongest person to become the leader, so the position of president was still held by the old president, and the other positions were basically clear as well.

Just then, the chairman spoke up again, "I propose that we add another vice chairman position and give it to Mr. Misel."

"What do you think?"

This decision immediately drew frowns from many chefs.

Their understanding and perception of Fan Wei was at most at the level of head chef, after all, the president had a rumor that he was favored by the God of Gourmet Food, so it was understandable that he held a higher position.

But now that this person is being given such a special status, some people are quite unhappy.

After all, in their eyes, Fan Wei was one of the lucky ones who received divine favor first, and his culinary skills and abilities must have come from divine grace!

But that only means he was lucky enough.

In essence, no one naturally thinks they are bad, especially these excellent chefs. Many people believe that with their own efforts, they can also improve their divine skills and gain the favor of the gods!

So why should someone as inexperienced as Fan Wei be allowed to give orders to them?

However, despite their dissatisfaction, the underlying nature of imperial politics is still authoritarianism. Since the chairman had spoken, no one came out to object; they only exchanged glances.

Fan Wei successfully became the vice president.

He didn't give a speech or explain anything, but instead smiled and started by proposing a suggestion: "Fellow travelers, tomorrow is Winter Night Festival, and I would like to join you all in organizing a New Year's event."

"To create delicious food for everyone in the capital!"

Upon hearing this, there was initial silence, followed by an uproar. Many chefs stared at Fan Wei in astonishment, and a heated discussion ensued.