In a secluded corner of the bustling kitchen, a young man in his mid-twenties was engrossed in his culinary world.
The kitchen was a symphony of sounds – the clattering of kitchen equipment, the sizzling and bubbling of ingredients, and the aromatic blend of herbs and spices created an otherworldly ambiance.
A chef, dressed in traditional attire, observed Max with curiosity as he continued his culinary dance. "Max, you're absolutely fantastic. Your hand movements are simply amazing," the chef remarked in awe.
Three days had passed since Max's reincarnation in this new world, and he had not wasted a single moment.
Within these three days, he had taken on an apprentice, who had started training just two days ago. Today was a pivotal day for Max, as he had an appointment to cook for Count Francisco's son's wedding.
The pressure was mounting, but Max was determined to showcase his culinary talents and make a name for himself in this unfamiliar realm.
"My boy, how are you today?" Edward, with a twinkle in his eye, watched Max in action. While his role as a mentor was well-established, there was an undeniable sense of camaraderie between the two.
Edward couldn't help but express his amazement at Max's culinary prowess. He had seen many aspiring chefs come and go, but there was something different about Max.
"Though I am your master," Edward continued, his voice filled with genuine admiration, "I have to admit, your skills are on par with mine." It was a statement of fact rather than an exaggeration. Max's technique, precision, and creativity in the kitchen were nothing short of astonishing.
"However," Edward added, pointing out an area where Max could improve, "you lack knowledge of different herbs and ingredients." It wasn't a criticism, but rather an observation that Max's talents had room for growth and refinement. Edward believed that with the right guidance, Max could become a true culinary virtuoso.
As Edward playfully remarked, "HAHAH! Sometimes, I think you're not from our world!" It was a testament to the extraordinary talent that Max possessed. Edward had been in the culinary world for a long time, and he had never encountered a talent quite like Max's.
In his long and illustrious life, Edward had never taken on a disciple. He had always held out for someone whose passion for cooking exceeded everything else and whose understanding and skills were truly exceptional.
When he looked at Max, he couldn't help but feel a profound sense of pride. Max was more than just a promising apprentice; he was a culinary prodigy, and Edward was excited to see how far he could go under his guidance.
'I am really from another world,' Max thought to himself, still grappling with the unbelievable reality of his situation. He couldn't help but wonder how his previous life as a chef on Earth had led him to this fantastical realm.
Breaking his reverie, he addressed Edward, "Master, when will the dispatch troop from Count pick me up?"
Edward, always well-prepared, responded, "I spoke with Count's butler this morning. The troop has already been dispatched, and they will pick you up at 11 am. It's currently 10, so you have more than an hour on your hands. You can take some rest. Also, I've ensured that all the ingredients and herbs you need are already prepared. You can prepare up to 1st-tier food, and I expect the quality to be top-notch."
Over the past two days, Edward had diligently taught Max about different types of 1st-tier ingredients and magic-infused herbs.
His intention was to ensure that Max wouldn't be confused or nervous during the wedding cooking. Max had been an eager learner, absorbing all the knowledge like a sponge, determined to succeed in this extraordinary culinary challenge.
One hour passed quickly, and Max now stood alongside Edward in front of the inn gate. Before them was a majestic wagon adorned with gold and silver, drawn by a creature the likes of which Max had never seen before.
Noticing Max's confusion, Edward clarified, "That's a 3rd-tier Inferno Horse. It's a rare and expensive mana beast, but they are known for their friendly nature."
Max marveled at the magnificent creature and the opulence of the wagon. Everything in this new world continued to amaze him, leaving him eager to discover more of its wonders.
A man in his sixties, with a mane of flowing white hair and a well-groomed mustache, stepped out of the ornate wagon. His pale complexion contrasted sharply with his robust and muscular physique. Standing at an impressive height of 6 feet, he exuded an air of authority and strength.
"Head Butler Nois, it's a pleasure to see you again after all these years," Edward greeted warmly, breaking the silence.
Nois returned the greeting with a friendly smile, "Chef Edward, the pleasure is mine. It has indeed been far too long. Your mana-infused culinary creations have been sorely missed." He chuckled before directing his attention to Max. "And if my memory serves me right, this young man must be your disciple."
Max, feeling a mixture of awe and nervousness in the presence of such a distinguished figure, nodded respectfully. "Yes, Head Butler Nois, I am Max, Chef Edward's disciple. It's an honor to meet you."
Nois scrutinized Max with a keen eye, his experience evident in the way he assessed Max's demeanor. "Good manners are a fine start, young man. But in our world, culinary skills are what truly matter for a chef. Chef Edward speaks highly of you. I hope your abilities match his praise."
Max felt a wave of pressure but also determination. He knew that this opportunity to cook for Count Francisco's son's wedding was a significant moment in his culinary journey. He had to prove himself not only to Edward and Nois but to himself as well.
As the trio continued their conversation, Max couldn't help but wonder about the challenges and opportunities that lay ahead. After 10 minutes, Max departed with Butler Nois, setting out on their journey towards their destination, Moonshadow City.