Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

The kitchen is a place that wears out your patience, especially a large kitchen that is responsible for hundreds of people, doing assembly line work every day. On the Great Wall, he was taken care of because of his previous weak body, and he only had to cook some soup every day.

At this time, Cole was responsible for cutting onions. He had no protective gloves, so he covered his face with a piece of rag. Even so, he was laughed at by other cooks, saying that he was as hypocritical as a noble lady.

Chef Gage was also dissatisfied with his behavior and had been looking for trouble with him in the past few days.

The taste of onions is very strong, the juice is hot when soaked in the hands for a long time, and the eyes are often smoked to tears. No wonder this job was given to him.

The onions transported to the kitchen every day are one cart at a time.

As a cook servant of Winterfell, he naturally can no longer enjoy the guest's single room, but lives with a group of cooks of different ages.

Every morning, he is woken up from the bed by the howling voice of Chef Gage, and then thrown into a day of tiring work. There is no so-called rest day, all year round.

Sometimes, when the lord has to receive guests, they have to work until late at night.

Chefs do more odd jobs, relying on physical strength rather than skills. The only real chef is the head chef, who is personally responsible for the meals of several young masters and young ladies in the castle every day.

Cole was carrying a large box of ingredients through the front yard of the castle. The morning sun had just cut through a corner of the night like a sharp sword, and the sky was still gray. Passing by the martial arts field, he saw a man swinging a sword on the training ground.

He couldn't help but stop and look, just like watching the night watch brothers training on the Great Wall in the past.

The man seemed to have noticed that someone was probing him. He turned his head and met Cole's gaze. Sir Harris Moran recognized this man as the boy who drew the sword in the hall at a glance.

He was wearing a tattered cloth robe and holding a large box of ingredients on his chest.

Sir Moran nodded to him, and Cole nodded in response.

Cole retracted his gaze and turned to the kitchen, while Moran continued his morning exercise. He was able to take over the position of captain of the guards after Jory left Winterfell, which was naturally inseparable from his diligence.

"Hey, Harris. You are the first again?" Other guards also came one after another.

"If you don't get up earlier, how can you tame you bastards."

"Oh, captain. You really should go to King's Landing with the Duke. He has always appreciated your diligence and may even recommend you to serve as a Kingsguard for the fat king. Hahaha"

"You know what, I really hope to go to the south with the Duke. I heard that there is a whole street of brothels there, and I heard that there are birdmen from the Summer Islands." A guard followed up.

"Damn it, now is not the time for you to talk about prostitutes, all of you go to train." Moran roared.

Cole carried the box to the kitchen storage room. The cooks in the back kitchen were busy with their work listlessly, while Chef Gage was like a cock with high spirits, patrolling around and scolding the lazy guys.

Seeing Cole walk out of the storage room, he stepped over with great momentum, pointed at Cole's head and cursed: "My gods, are you hiding in the storage room and being lazy? If you don't want to go back to your Great Wall, go and cut all the onions for me."

Cole lowered his head, his face flashed with anger, "Okay, Master Chef."

Don't think about explaining anything to him, he just doesn't like you.

The surroundings cast gloating eyes, they all know that cutting onions is a hard job, and this new kid somehow offended Master Chef, and now he has to suffer.

At first, Gage didn't bother to pay attention to this kid, but later the adult told him something, which made Gage more difficult for this child. Although that man was only the Duke's adopted son, it was better to offend a kid from the Night's Watch than to offend that Lord.

"If you don't finish cutting the onion, don't even think about having your lunch today." Gage shouted behind him.

He looked at those who were gloating around him, "You too!"

The kitchen became very busy in an instant. It was not okay to have no food. Their kitchen was the most profitable job in the castle. They came here just for the good food.

Cole looked at his red hands. If he continued like this, he couldn't even say whether his hands would be disabled, let alone holding a sword. He crushed a bad onion into pieces, and the juice flowed in his hands. He really wanted to throw the thing away and walk away.

But after thinking about it, he couldn't help but sigh. Maybe it was just the little devil in the kitchen who was difficult to deal with. The Stark family was at least an honorable family and would not make things difficult for him.

It would be a lie to say that he was not angry. He came here with a passion, thinking that he could make achievements here, but what is he doing now?

Someone saw Cole in a daze, and quietly came to Gage's side and whispered something. Sure enough, the short and fat man rushed over with a face full of anger, and hit Cole on the back with a stick, "You are lazy again, you bastard."

Cole felt a burning pain on his back, and he couldn't help thinking in his heart that if he had the chance, he would definitely return it.

He remembered grudges and favors.

He lowered his head and silently cracked onions.

Seeing that Cole was silent, Gage sneered and walked away.

The guy who told the story thought that he had provided the chef with incredible information, and was very proud of it. Who knew that Gage also hit him with a stick, "You don't work hard, what are you thinking about."

The Duke of Winterfell is a man who values ​​honor, and these servants naturally follow their master, and this kind of villain who tells on others has never been liked.

The informer did not dare to blame the chef, and could only cast a fierce look at Cole.

Busy from morning to night, even if Cole's physique was strengthened, he was still a little exhausted. After he finished his work, he walked back to his residence with a tired body. He was almost the last to leave. The onions on the lord's table were consumed very quickly. This kind of food that can drive away the cold is very popular in the North.

Originally, it was the work of several people, but now it was handed over to Cole alone.

When he returned to his residence, it was noisy inside. The room that originally had five people was now crowded with people. In the middle of the crowd, a man was dancing with a sword, throwing some bones and rotten meat stolen from the kitchen into the sky, and then swinging the sword to chop. The funny look made the cooks laugh.

"When I was a child, a knight praised me for my good sword swinging. If my father hadn't disagreed with me being a squire, I might have been a knight of the honorary seven kingdoms now," the guy swinging the sword was the informer in the kitchen.

"You kid, just fart. The sword you dance looks like a dwarf jester. You should go dance for the king, or be a eunuch."

Everyone laughed again.

At this time, the people outside noticed that Cole walked in with a gloomy face, and immediately put away his smile.