"The venue was wafting with fragrance, and praises could be heard everywhere.
"This is the first time I've actually seen the nobles lose all their manners while eating, yet they can't bear to put their chopsticks down," a palace maid who was in charge of serving the dishes said a little agitatedly to Heyman.
Upon hearing that, Heyman could not help but gasp in awe. "Mr. Mag is Mr. Mag indeed. He really lives up to his name."
His main worry about such occasions would be whether the guests at the main banquet tables would be satisfied with the dishes. After all, they were all distinguished guests from various tribes, so they might have their own preferences and habits. Thus, even an experienced chef would not be able to satisfy everyone.
But Mag did it today. He used delicacies to break the habits and preferences of individuals, and turned this banquet into a festival.
"Are all the dishes served?" Heyman asked.
