Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

"Wow! I don't want to eat it! I don't want it!"

Chef hats were scattered all over the floor. A young chef with reddish-brown hair fell to the ground and leaped backwards with his hands supporting himself.

Before him, several senior chefs with solemn and determined expressions had asked Fan Wei for advice.

They are all using exactly the same techniques, and no matter how flawless they appear on the surface, the food tasting session always ends in failure.

In this battle where honor is at stake, trying a bite is an indispensable proof in the world of poisonous cuisine.

If you wait patiently for testing, it will not only undermine your confidence in your skills, but also show your cowardice and inability to compete with your opponents!

Unfortunately, although ideals are full, reality is skinny.

Several old chefs who were ready to die failed to create a miracle. After tasting the food, they all stretched out their hands unwillingly and were tragically carried away on stretchers.

"Yeah, I said forget it, the toxins are not completely removed, it's very dangerous..."

Fan Wei also advised with a wry smile, he didn't know why these chefs worked so hard?

But the young chef with trembling pupils suddenly became determined when he heard this! They came here to learn from others, but they were dissuaded by the person they were challenging? This would bring shame to the entire Royal Consulate Restaurant!

If he backs down, he will not only face criticism from his predecessors and superiors, but also be looked down upon by his peers!

The risk of physical death sometimes becomes so small in the face of social death.

"Eat! I want to eat!" The young chef climbed up tremblingly, picked up a piece of fish, and put it into his mouth with trembling and tears.

I didn't even have time to savor the taste and swallowed the whole thing.

A tingling, nausea, and severe pain quickly spread from his mouth to his stomach. He opened his mouth, took two helpless deep breaths, then rolled his eyes and fell down.

The residents who were watching the excitement from a distance had bitter expressions on their faces, and some mothers even covered their children’s eyes with their hands.

On the contrary, the clergymen waiting for rescue nearby were already very skilled. They poured potions, performed magic, and carried people on stretchers all in one go. The temple's business was really good today!

"Then...is there anyone else?" Fan Wei turned his head and met a desperate gaze.

The chefs, with no way out, were trembling in fear.

"Why not just forget it..."

Perhaps he couldn't bear to see this farce go on any longer, so a serious-looking man walked over from the edge of the crowd and whispered something to a few chefs, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

They responded and came forward, continuing to help, but they no longer had any intention of cooking themselves.

"Really not at all?"

Sitting in the carriage, Sir Rodgar held a glass of wine and listened to the old butler Wharton's report.

"I'm sorry, sir. Even the most capable chef in the consul's restaurant failed. It may be difficult to acquire this skill in a short period of time." The old man in the black suit bent down meticulously and said with an unchanged expression.

"Is it somewhat difficult, or simply impossible?"

Sir Rodgar, who had a mustache, long cheeks and a broad forehead, put down the wine glass in his hand and opened his gray-blue eyes. "The Viscount is waiting for my reply."

"If you ask me, that guy Fan was cooking in broad daylight, and those chefs really didn't notice anything?"

It's a question, but in reality it's an accusation. I created a perfect opportunity for you to watch openly, but in the end, not only did you not get any useful information, but a lot of people died?

It's really useless to spend so much money to employ these chefs!

"Sir, how about I ask Chef Terrence to come and report to you?" The old man would not respond to this. He was a messenger, not the person in charge.

"Go ahead." Rodgar said impatiently.

The Terrence mentioned by the old man was the first middle-aged chef who challenged Fan Wei.

At this time, he had woken up under the effect of detoxification and recovery techniques, and still lowered his head to savor the taste of the monster.

That feeling is like the overlap of various flavors in memory, and a new and strange experience that I have never had before.

Just like the paint in the hands of a painter and the spell of a magician, taste is the power and tool of a chef. The moment he tasted it, Terrence was overwhelmed by the "power" of the monster's taste!

That is really incomparable to ordinary ingredients.

"Chef Terrence, Lord Rodgar invites you over." The old butler called calmly and politely.

"Thank you, Mr. Wharton." Terrence stood up with a bright light in his eyes. "I think I have figured out something."

He then came to Rodgar and bowed, "Dear Sir, please forgive my failure. Misr Fan does have a talent beyond the reach of ordinary people in detoxifying monsters."

"Is that so..." Rodgar pinched his chin, "Is there really no way to crack it?"

Terrence nodded seriously, "Before you can hear the 'voice of ingredients', I'm afraid it will be like this."

Jazz's face twitched slightly. He had been eating for so many years and had never heard of the sound of any ingredients.

"In that case, thank you for your hard work, Terrence. Go back and have a good rest."

The middle-aged chef stood up, but slowly lowered his head. "Please allow me to apologize, Sir. I would like to suspend my duties for a period of time and concentrate on studying the detoxification of monsters."

“In my opinion, this area is indeed full of wealth and hope!”

As the head chef of the Royal Consul Restaurant on Maze Street, Terrence has a high status and reputation in the industry.

Rodgar nodded and agreed to his request. "That's fine. I will go back and discuss the next step with the Viscount. If we can recruit Fan to the Consul's Restaurant, that would also be a good option."

"Go back and rest, Chef Terrence."

The old butler Wharton bowed slightly, stepped into the carriage and closed the door, and the luxurious four-wheeled carriage drove away.

Looking up and turning towards the street kitchen, Terrence saw Fan Wei instructing the young chefs in cooking with a smile on his face, a lonely yet relieved smile on his face.

It is truly a generation of talented people.

Misr Fan! You will be the one who leads the culinary world into a new era!

"...It's almost ready. Let's prepare this pot of Glennie turtle soup as the starter soup for everyone." Fan Wei stirred the soup with a spoon, checked the color of the soup, and covered the pot.

He seasoned it with salt and pepper, and the herbal turtle soup was ready first.

This was the result of Fan Wei's deliberate arrangement. After experiencing running around, panic and sadness, the victims were mentally and physically fragile. Eating foods with a lot of oil and salt could easily cause gastrointestinal discomfort.

A pot of turtle meat soup is nourishing and soothing. It will be better to take care of your body first and then prepare for the next dish.

Crab meat is very cold in nature, so the dish before that is deep-fried fish with vegetables in cream to supplement sugar and protein, and then the soft and tender fish in sauce to provide salt and fat.

Finally, end with crab roe porridge to make the meal complete.

"Mr. Misle, just, just send it out like this?" the young chef next to him asked cautiously.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to believe it, but the previous seniors and the chef all died too tragically!

"Ha, I've tried the taste before, but I really don't feel at ease until everyone sees it." Fan Wei nodded in agreement and scooped up a spoonful of the dark and light brown herbal soup.

He raised the bowl high to prove it to everyone, and said with a cheerful smile: "As usual, the chef eats first. I respectfully finish it!"

Gulp gulp gulp - Fan Wei, who was enjoying the food from the bowl with big mouthfuls, stunned the surrounding residents. They covered their mouths with their hands and were terrified.

The chefs also clutched their clothes tightly, and some were even counting silently.

"Three...six...eight...ten!"

Ten seconds! Ten full seconds passed! After drinking the hot soup, Misr Fan still had a ruddy complexion and stood still!

All the chefs understood at this moment and stood in awe. The person standing before them at this moment was a new legend in the culinary world.

A historical monument of true monster cuisine!