A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 3] Chapter 30
[Vol. 3] Chapter 30: Hahaha!
About the power of provocation.
Witness the two armies taunting on the ancient battlefield or relevant skills in a game. It always manages to infuriate one side, pushing them beyond reason, leading them to unexpected actions. Just like now…
Ifia’s provocation had an extremely fast effect, easily gaining her access to the kitchen. Despite the increase in animosity (+100), she wasn’t afraid! As fellow culinary artists, let’s see the real deal under her hand.
While Ifia energetically selected ingredients, not forgetting to astonish the people of the Taric Kingdom, she also kept in mind the purpose of her visit. Besides filling their stomachs, she wanted to show Amelia how excellent and formidable she was! That Princess Sissi couldn’t compare at all!
(>_<)
While Ifia cheerfully picked ingredients with brisk steps, others in the kitchen were closely watching. They wanted to see how skilled this boastful person from the Sith Empire truly was! Hoping she wasn’t just all talk.
Among them was the sturdy middle-aged woman, Erlyn, who initially questioned aloud. As the one in charge of the kitchen, she had more time to fully observe the actions of this foreigner. Originally, Erlyn wanted to drive these two unwelcome guests away, avoiding excessive contact with people from the Sith Empire. In her eyes, the Sith Empire was like a thief, stealing away their beautiful gold.
Although they were euphemistically called exchanges with other items, these flashy but impractical things did not create any value for the Taric Kingdom. They only served to make the royal nobility enjoy more.
For ordinary people like them in the Taric Kingdom, there was no benefit. Just like the last trade with the Sith Empire, some special spices obtained in exchange were said to enhance the flavor of food besides being used in sachets and incense. However, when the royal family sent the spices to the kitchen, the chefs faced a dilemma.
Due to the precious nature of the spices, they couldn’t be used casually. However, since the spices were unfamiliar, no one knew how to use them properly. They had to grit their teeth and use the spices in cooking. Even the chefs didn’t find the food delicious, and naturally, neither did the royal nobility.
One irritable royal noble, after tasting a bite, angrily overturned the table and scolded, believing that the kitchen was wasting precious resources and lacked skill. This resulted in many chefs being punished. However, they still couldn’t produce satisfying dishes.
As the incidents accumulated, the royal nobility also learned that food made with spices wasn’t tasty. They no longer had expectations for the future and stopped bothering the kitchen to continue experimenting.
And when the novelty of exotic items for the royal nobility faded away, these things were left aside and ignored. Although there were still persistent chefs trying to use special spices, the dishes they produced tasted very strange and unpleasant.
So, the kitchen staff unanimously believed that it wasn’t a problem with their culinary skills but rather the difference in taste between the two countries. They couldn’t understand why the people of the Sith Empire had such strange tastes. How could they eat dishes seasoned with these spices? The grilled meat with salt from their Taric Kingdom was much more delicious.
With doubts about the taste preferences of the Sith Empire people, Princess Sissi has now instructed the kitchen to prepare dishes that the Sith Empire envoy would like and ensure their satisfaction. When orders came from above, the lower-ranking individuals had to comply.
Erlyn, as the head of the kitchen, was almost at her wit’s end. Although she could cook according to the taste preferences of the Sith Empire people, there were also other members of the royal family who would be dining—besides the Sith Empire envoy. After Princess Sissi’s order, other royal family members joined in.
It seemed they had forgotten the previous experience and were now furious, demanding the same dishes. Erlyn cared more about the opinions of the royal family members than satisfying the Sith Empire envoy’s taste. She feared that these peculiar dishes, when served, might be considered poison…
There had been such examples before.
Therefore, after much hesitation, Erlyn chose to add an extremely small amount of spices, almost imperceptible and tasteless. She aimed for a safe middle ground, hoping to satisfy everyone. However, it was precisely because of this that the weary Erlyn harbored strong opinions about the Sith Empire envoy. If they hadn’t come to the Taric Kingdom, the kitchen wouldn’t have been in such chaos!
So, encountering foreigners in the kitchen made her extremely impatient. She initially thought of simply driving them away. However, who would have expected the audacity of that little person! Openly proclaiming in the palace kitchen that the culinary skills of the Taric Kingdom were inferior to those of the Sith Empire—where did she get the courage!
As a result, Erlyn abandoned her original intention and chose to let the foreigners stay. She wanted to see how they would retract the boastful claims they made. As long as she could prove that they were bragging, it would become a massive joke. Even when the Sith Empire envoy remained in the palace, they could freely ridicule them without violating the orders from above. After all, it was the Sith Empire people who willingly gave up their face and trampled on their own country’s reputation.
With this in mind, Erlyn’s face revealed a smug smile. She calmly observed the little person bustling around, pretending to be genuinely busy preparing food. Heh, putting on a show!
However, just as Erlyn was about to mock a few sarcastic words, unexpectedly, the woman who had been standing beside the little person suddenly looked up. Locking eyes with her cold and deep purple gaze, Erlyn couldn’t help but shudder.
Despite the slender appearance and fair skin that made the woman seem fragile, Erlyn felt a shiver of fear, as if she were being stalked by a jungle predator, ready to be torn into pieces at the slightest movement.
Facing a serious threat to her life, Erlyn quickly averted her gaze. She had intended to mock, but the words stayed stuck in her throat. In her heart, she secretly cursed, wondering what kind of people the Sith Empire envoy consisted of. Either an arrogant little person or someone with a chilling gaze – all of them were peculiar!
Unaware of Amelia, who silenced people with just a look and indifferent to the surrounding attention, Ifia, after selecting the ingredients, immediately placed them in a basket carried by Amelia. The two then approached the stove.
Unlike the Sith Empire without a wok, the kitchen tools in the Taric Kingdom were even more rudimentary. Apart from grills and iron plates, there were only clay pots for boiling soup.
However, these things were not a big deal for Ifia. As long as she had suitable ingredients, even with just an iron plate, she could create delicious food. This was not an exaggeration.
The reason for Ifia’s confidence was the discovery of spices in a corner. She didn’t expect to find these in the Taric Kingdom! What an unexpected delight!
This time, even the heavens seemed to be on her side, letting her win effortlessly! Ifia felt elated and immediately immersed herself in the busy preparation work. Amelia, who had some experience helping in the kitchen before, joined in to assist Ifia.
Amelia’s slender and skillful hands in handling vegetables left the silently observing system in awe. It thought that its host was truly remarkable, able to command the Demon Lord to work for her.
With Amelia’s help, Ifia’s cooking speed was fast. Cooking on an iron plate naturally produced a strong and fragrant aroma. Moreover, with the addition of special spices, the dominant flavor acted like a hook, capturing the attention of anyone who caught a whiff, making them stare in disbelief at the direction of Ifia’s cooking.
The indescribable aroma of the food made the rumbling of hunger in their stomachs impossible to ignore. It was a flavor they hadn’t experienced in all their years!
Initially, they thought they could endure it, assuming the fragrance would eventually dissipate. However…
Nobody in the Taric Kingdom’s kitchen expected that as time passed, the scent of the food would become increasingly intense and complex. Some with weak resistance found themselves unable to control their drooling. It smelled so good!
Upon realizing their embarrassing behavior of drooling, their faces turned red with shame. They quickly wiped it away and hurriedly stumbled out of the kitchen, not wanting to continue embarrassing themselves there.
However, they had hoped that leaving the kitchen would make things better. Breathing the fresh air outside only led to an uncontrolled desire to savor the lingering aroma. Even though they hadn’t tasted the dishes, the enticing scent alone had captured them.
They couldn’t help but crave a taste of the flavors! Succumbing to the frenzy of their cravings, those who had initially run out in embarrassment sneaked back into the kitchen, embracing the joy and torment of being surrounded by various food aromas.
Everyone had a similar reaction, and even the kitchen Head Chef, Erlyn, couldn’t escape it. She looked at the still busy little figure with complex emotions, suddenly feeling that she might have underestimated this person. However, it was only the aroma, who knew what the actual taste would be like!