Mag woke up in bed in a shock the next morning. He looked at the alarm clock next to the bed. It was only five in the morning, and he was a little stunned.
He had spent 50 days and nights to achieve the standards he had set in the past for a mere red braised pork. That was achieved by standing on the shoulders of many top chefs and practices that disregarded the wastage of ingredients. Even Mag, who was a chef that was used to the test field for the God of Cookery, found the process difficult.
"Seems like we cannot just shoot our mouths off. We'll pay for it sooner or later," Mag mumbled in a complicated mood. His body was well rested, but his mind was still a little tired after going through his own tortures. He went back to sleep for another hour before he got out of the bed energetically.
