The Conflict on the Last Day

The night passed without incident, and the second day soon arrived.

Li Ziming got up and looked around. The chefs were still asleep, so he shook his head and went to the kitchen alone. He made himself a little food and then ate by himself.

Gradually, the others woke up as well. Seeing that Li Ziming was eating without preparing anything for them, they all frowned.

After making their own food, they kept far away from Li Ziming as if avoiding a plague.

After eating, Li Ziming went to his workstation. Some flour and other ingredients had been laid out there, and he began kneading the dough.

Although there was still some time left, what they would serve later had to be finished products. The chefs had to process the ingredients into semi-finished products first.

The others did not have time to quarrel with Li Ziming. Even Dong Hema was busy with his own work.

People occasionally came in to ask questions, while others constantly ran past the entrance. The entire castle was filled with a frantic atmosphere.

It seems Big Mom really takes this tea party seriously... Li Ziming thought to himself. He had never seen the castle this busy over the past few days. Now, it seemed as if the entire castle had come alive.

"Move faster! If you can't finish your tasks, prepare your lifespans in advance!" People came over from time to time to urge them on during the preparations.

However, they would leave after saying their piece. It seemed they all had tasks of their own.

"Sir!" Pudding ran over for some reason. Since she did not know Li Ziming's name—or perhaps Li Ziming had never told her his name—she addressed him as "sir."

"Sis Pudding..." Li Ziming immediately stood up and bowed slightly. "Congratulations.