"They really do deserve to be called imperial chefs. Their cooking is so much better than the National Defense Force's chefs!"
"Ah, my life is complete!"
"Sorry, Captain Roger. You were great, but you really didn't have enough money."
"Your Majesty, I, Buggy, have drifted through half my life, regretting only that I had never found a worthy lord. If you would have me, I would gladly become your adopted son!"
In a private dining room at the Delicacies Pavilion, the group enjoyed the food before them, speaking with wildly exaggerated expressions.
Buggy was the most outrageous of all. For food, he was even willing to abandon his principles and "take a scoundrel for his father."
Even Lind was astonished by the menu this time. In his personal opinion, the chef cooking today had already surpassed Zhang Yang.
"All right, stop fooling around and eat. If you want more next time, just come here yourselves. The route between Oran Island and Gourmet Island has pretty much been finalized. There'll soon be regular flights between them, so coming here will be easy."
"Robert, just put their expenses here on my tab when they visit."
Lind interrupted their performance with a helpless remark, even promising to cover their future bills. How could he not see what they were up to?
"Long live Dad!"
"Your Majesty, from now on, you're my adoptive father! Anyone who opposes you opposes me, even Captain Roger!"
As Lind unleashed the power of money, everyone launched into another round of exaggerated performances.
But Lind ignored them and turned to Robert beside him. "Robert, may I ask this imperial chef's name? Would I have a chance to meet him?"
"Your Majesty, the master cooking today is Hong Fugui, the previous royal household's chief imperial chef. He is said to