Chapter 7: The Meal Is Complete

Chapter 7: The Meal Is Complete

Master had always admired Suye's parents; otherwise, even if Kelton himself had personally pleaded, he wouldn’t have come to watch a child’s performance.

Suye scanned the five servants and said, "Choose a large clay bowl without any water. Make sure there are no traces of water."

As he spoke, Suye selected a clay bowl and carefully wiped it clean. The other five followed suit, each one more meticulous and composed than Suye.

Even with his excellent temperament, Kelton began to doubt that he had been deceived upon seeing Suye’s clumsy actions.

Suye was also helpless.

Back in the day, to impress girls, he had taken baking classes and learned many things. But so much time had passed, and now as a child, he couldn’t manage it properly.

Master Chef remained expressionless, stern like a general on the battlefield, making no judgments.

"Pick them up, face me, I will check them... Hmm, very good," Suye said seriously.

"Next, separate three egg yolks. Be careful, only the yolks should go into the bowl. Then... Master, could you help me separate the yolks to speed up the process of this magical dish?" Suye looked at Master with utter calmness, as if the renowned chef of Dolphin River was merely his assistant.

Kelton looked up at the crystal chandelier, still feeling deceived.

"Are you sure?" Master stood up, not much taller than Suye, far from the stature of Kelton, a Silver Warrior, yet he exuded an intimidating presence, as if he were the true master of the house.

Kelton noticed Master’s demeanor and realized he was on the brink of anger. He recalled how often he had been kicked out of the kitchen by Master, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

The other five, who were cracking eggs, looked at Suye with some sympathy. Kelton was known as the “Emperor” of Dolphin River, while Master’s nickname was “Tyrant.”

"Of course, I trust you won’t ruin the upcoming dish," Suye said.

"Very well!"

Master’s face remained unchanged, but his gaze became sharper.

He walked to Suye’s side, following his instructions, cracked the eggs, separated the whites from the yolks, and placed the three yolks in the clay bowl.

"Thank you," Suye said politely.

Master said nothing and returned to his seat.

"Now, take the bone spoon and whisk the yolks continuously until I say stop."

With that, Suye picked up the bone spoon handle and began whisking the yolks clockwise.

While whisking, Suye helplessly glanced at the utensils on the table.

There were no specialized knives, forks, or spoons, let alone a whisk.

In ancient Greece, people usually ate with their hands. Even when using knives, they were for cutting meat, not as pure dining utensils. There were forks, but they were large forks for skewering roasted meats.

Even the bone spoon was coincidentally crafted, far from a proper ladle, as ancient Greeks drank soup from shells or directly, using large ladles for serving.

Suye sighed while whisking, "Rough, truly rough! If I were to run Dolphin River, I would first create a set of truly noble utensils."

Master remained unmoved, while Kelton frowned slightly.

Dolphin River was already the most refined restaurant outside the noble district, emulating many noble items. Apart from its location, it rivaled the finest noble dining rooms.

Unfortunately, the true nobility never dined at restaurants, preferring meals at home or at other noble houses.

Kelton did not respond.

Seeing Kelton’s lack of reaction, Suye muttered, "What a pity. If my family’s new restaurant opened, using the utensils I designed, it would surely become popular in ancient Greece. I often hear sailors from Lion Harbor talk about the world—Northern Europe, Persia, Egypt, Rome, everywhere."

Kelton’s expression shifted, and he leaned forward slightly, asking, "The utensils you mentioned, did you think of them yourself?"

"Of course!" Suye said confidently.

Kelton was about to ask more but then leaned back, a cold smile on his face. If another youth had said this, he might have pursued it further, but Suye’s words seemed like a trap.

Noticing Kelton’s reaction, Suye thought, ‘Old fox,’ and continued, "I will continue studying magic and save enough money to open a restaurant in the noble district with my noble classmates. After all, I need a lot of money for my magic research. The path of magic requires too many golden eagles."

Kelton remained unmoved, watching Suye quietly.

Master didn’t care about utensils; he cared more about the dishes, constantly observing the six bowls of egg yolk.

Suye noticed Master’s scrutiny and thought that even gods wouldn’t know about emulsification, let alone that they hadn’t even started.

After a short while, Suye’s hand grew tired, but he didn’t stop, saying, "Keep going; this is quite a tiring process."

The others remained silent, continuing to whisk the egg yolks.

As time passed, the yolks thickened and lightened in color.

Suye stopped, looked at the other five, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

The others’ yolks were better!

"Good job, though not quite as good as mine... Now we move to the second step. Find another empty clay bowl, pour a third of the yolks into it and set aside. These yolks are important, don’t touch them. Next, start adding olive oil to the original bowl of yolks, but be careful, add only a little. See that shell? Each person adds a third. After adding, continue whisking until I say to add the same amount again..."

Under Suye’s guidance, everyone continued whisking.

As more olive oil was added, the yolks thickened, eventually becoming difficult to stir.

"Alright, now take a lemon, squeeze the juice into the mixture, just a sixth of the shell, and keep stirring." Suye had searched for white vinegar but found fruit vinegar instead, opting for lemon juice as the best substitute.

The five looked puzzled but followed Suye’s instructions, pouring a small amount of lemon juice and continuing to stir.

Suddenly, Master stood up, surprised to find that a tiny bit of lemon juice had made the thickened yolks thin out.

Then, the six people continuously repeated the entire process.

However, two of them kept beating their egg mixtures until they became watery, even adding olive oil without Suye's permission.

Seeing this, Suye quickly called a halt and had them gradually pour their failed egg mixtures into the reserve mixture while continuously beating it to blend evenly, ultimately salvaging the situation.

The six of them kept fighting on, and after an hour, Suye finally called a stop.

"Alright, let me taste them first."

Suye began tasting the six egg mixtures, finding that two were too greasy, clearly a failure.

He pushed forward the four successful bowls and said, "These four bowls of food have succeeded."