Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

Eaton, Golden Crown Hotel.

"Sir, sir!" A boy with short brown hair and a round face with some freckles eagerly broke into the most expensive single room in the hotel.

"How many times have I said, knock! Knock! Knock before you come in, John." The man sitting at the desk, holding a pen and writing something, turned his head back displeased.

This well-dressed and simple man with a meticulous moustache, named Thomas Williams, is a well-established writer and critic in the Donner Empire.

This writer mainly writes knight novels, but also writes travel notes, recording local customs, allusions, scenery and food.

You can often see his travel notes and comments in the current review journals in the capital city of Shuguang and some major cities.

In the near future, Williams plans to travel to Golden Oak City, the art capital of the southern empire.

Experience the strong local artistic atmosphere, write travel notes, and find inspiration for own's new novels.

In the afternoon of that day, Williams, all the way south, passed by the little-known town of Eaton, and decided to take a rest here.

"Sorry, sir!" Little John scratched the back of his head, but there was no shame.

"What did you inquire about on the street?" Williams asked with a serious face.

"There are many, sir!" Little John was in high spirits. "For example, in this area of ​​towns and villages, a brand-new breeding technology has recently emerged to hybridize edible monsters with similar domestic animals."

"It is said that the second-generation pigs they raised with monster bristles and domestic pigs are not only easy to raise, but also have better meat quality than domestic pigs!"

"Really? It sounds interesting, maybe we should stay here for one more day. However, those old scholars who study monsters should be more interested in this matter."

In Williams, he touched his own mustache, thinking about the monster hybridization.

And little John’s mouth was not idle, he was still talking--

"Sir, sir! I also heard on the street that a restaurant called [Gonzales's Wishing Restaurant] recently launched a new dish made from this hybrid pork. What is it called, crab noodle lion head!"

"It's obviously made of pork and crab, but it's called lion head. Hahaha, it's weird, right?"

"Moreover, the locals here are full of praise for this dish. Even many people say that even the chefs of our royal capital, Shuguang City, can't make such a delicious dish."

"But I don't believe it, they must be bragging!"

After listening to Little John's words, Williams shook his head:

"The inhabitants of the countryside have little insight. The so-called delicious food in their mouths may even look down upon the servants of the nobles in Dawn City."

"That's it! When I talked to them like this, many people stood up and argued with me! I can't speak to them alone."

When it comes to this, Little John's face is full of irritation.

Williams twisted his mustache, thought for a while, then picked up the notebook on the table, stood up and walked out.

"Let's go, John, go to the Wishing Restaurant in Gonzales and taste the taste of this crabmeat lion head."

Although I do not agree with how delicious the dishes in this remote town can be.

But since this dish can be praised by most people, coupled with the rather peculiar name, it is also worth a taste of Williams as a critic.

"Oh! The sir really did what I thought! Hey! Go and ask the chefs in the royal capital for an explanation!"

...

Wishing restaurant.

The time is now approaching 5 pm.

When Mr. Williams brought his little attendant John to the door of this restaurant, he was taken aback by the scene before him.

Not to mention the crowds in the small restaurant, even the streets are full of people.

Many people are sitting in front of the store with their own benches and chairs, holding various bowls in their hands, and the crowd occupies most of the street.

"Borrowed! Borrowed! Please give me a favor!"

Little John, the follower, took his owner and used the energy of milking to squeeze into the restaurant.

After that, he spent another 5 silver nars and "buy" two positions from the ass of two very young mercenaries.

The master and servant finally took their seats.

The purchased seat was originally a four-seater, and a local middle-aged couple sat opposite Mr. Williams.

However, Mr. Writer doesn't care about these. He needs to deal with various people when he travels around. Sitting opposite to two local people is just convenient for communication.

"Wife, today is your birthday. Let's buy four crabmeat lion heads and celebrate!" The husband of the middle-aged couple is Uncle Lucas who buys fruits.

Today is his wife Julie’s birthday.

"Bah, it's you greedy ghost who wants to eat, so you have so many excuses." Julie glared at her husband.

Lucas smirked twice: "Wife, ask me to say that we will not only have to eat today, but we will have to eat two lion heads every month, no, three! Hey, it’s almost okay to eat normally, the main reason is that we have to eat it. This lion head."

"Eat, eat! You die!" Julie didn't have a good temper, and then complained distressedly, "Gonzalez is really black this time, and a small dumpling is sold for 25%. A copper!"

Julie feels distressed when she thinks of the price of a lion head.

"My wife, you haven't tasted this lion head. If you eat it, you will never think that 25 coppers are expensive! To be honest, I think he sells it cheaply."

"Brother Don's craftsmanship, I don’t have to talk about it! Let’s not talk about it, the chefs in the royal capital are not as good as the younger brother! You said that if you want to eat a dish from the chef of the royal capital, how much money will it cost! We made it, absolutely made money!"

Lucas is rightly upholding the Wishing Restaurant, instilling common sense to his wife that our customers earn blood and sellers lose blood.

Listening to the conversation of the opposing couple, Little John rolled his eyes.

here we go again!

Let's talk about our king's capital again! Have you been to the Royal Capital! Have you tasted the dishes of the Royal Capital!

However, because he had suffered a lot in the afternoon when he was debating with several local people in the street, Little John has said nothing now.

Just thinking in my heart, after eating this lion head, if it doesn't taste good, you must find a way to let your husband write a comment to laugh at these unseen country folks!

If it's delicious...how could it be possible!

How could the dishes made in the poor country be delicious!

Williams was not as impressive as his little attendant. He silently listened to the conversation of the opposing couple, took out his own notebook, and made some notes.

"Sir and Madam, take the liberty to ask, how long has the crab meal lion head been released in this store?" As the Lucas couple stopped, Williams took the initiative to speak up.

"Not much, only three days! Brother Dorn only became the chef here three days ago!" Lucas replied readily.

Three days?

Williams' nib paused.

In three days, the store became overcrowded, and the crowded streets were full of people?

This is too exaggerated.

"Uh... has the business here always been so good?"

"Of course not!" Uncle Lucas shook his head. "The business in this shop used to be pretty good, but it was never full of customers. Now it is so crowded, it's all because of the crabmeat lion head of Brother Donne!"

Uh... well, it seems that things are so exaggerated.

Uncle Lucas is a familiarity, and once we talk about it, it’s not so easy to stop--

"However, let me tell you sir, this store will only be so crowded at around 5 o'clock and 6 o'clock in the afternoon."

"Because Brother Dorn said, crab noodles and lion heads are only sold for a limited time during this time, and while stocks last! At the same time, everyone has to line up to pick up the number. If there are no people in the store, you can bring your own bowls and pack them."

Williams' pen stopped completely.

Just such a passage made the writer from the royal capital heard a few words that were incomprehensible!

"Uh...what kind of time-limited sales, queuing up for numbers, and taking bowls to pack?"

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