Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

Chapter 119 Saint Chef?
"Sir, are you going to Sweet, the City of Miracles, too?"

The carriage of Lake and others started moving again. They found a guide from the town - the same fat townsman.

"Yes, it's a grand event in the Plenty Plains. Anyone who isn't obsessed with ordinary food will go and see it."

The fat townsman patted his big belly and said, "I want to go and take a look too. After all, I used to be a baker, and coming here... I also want to be a saint!

Moreover, the angel has recently increased the number of saints, so maybe I can get that title too."

The fat townsman said with an embarrassed smile, "Don't you want to become a saint?

Hehe, I knew you guys wouldn't refuse to participate in the Saint Selection Ceremony—

The pilgrims who came before were like you, but how could they cook when they only knew how to pray every day?
If you study hard, becoming a saint won't be that difficult!"

The fat townsman said, shaking the bag he brought on the carriage, and a few crisp sounds came from it, "You don't seem to have brought any kitchen utensils, but Sweet has quite a lot of kitchen utensils -

But if you ask me, the best kitchenware is the one that suits you best!"

The carriage continued to move forward. Although the entire Fertile Plain was large, the road surface was flat. Under such road conditions, the carriage could travel very fast and go a long distance.

As he got closer to the center of the plain, Poro suddenly felt... a magical power covering the sky and the earth.

He raised his head and looked towards the direction where the magic power was gathering—

The effects of magic can always affect the surrounding celestial phenomena, but what surprised him was that in the distant sky, the clouds turned into a complex color, as if they were carrying many substances different from water vapor.

And these special, magical clouds swirl in the distant sky.

They seem to be gathered in a special area.

The carriage continued to move forward, and soon, Poro saw what was beneath the clouds—

A city!
There were no walls to block the enemy, and countless houses were scattered around the city.

Closer still, many carriages and residents gathered in the town. Both sides of the streets were also filled with dining tables with all kinds of food and delicacies displayed in the open air.

In the Plains of Plenty, all food is enchanted so that it won't spoil or get stained by dust.

Everyone put the food on the roadside for passers-by to taste.

"Ah, this is our city of miracles, Sweet."

The fat townsman blinked, with a hint of pride in his eyes. Most of the people walking around were also fat. Many of them took a fancy to some food on the roadside and sat down to taste it.

"How is it? I dare say that in the outside world, no other capital city can compare to the grandeur of this place!"

As the fat townsman spoke, he took a piece of dessert from a bowl on the roadside, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Hmm, not bad, with milk... and rose powder? And..."

As he ate, he muttered to himself about some seasonings that Rexporo had never heard of.

Lake and Poro and the others also followed the local customs. Since these foods were made by ordinary people, there would definitely be no problem with them.

Just now, they saw with their own eyes that in an open house, a resident took a plate of pizza-like food out of the oven and placed it on the table.

In a sense, this place is indeed a veritable "food capital".

But the shock goes far beyond that.

The carriage moved slowly along the road, and at the end, in the middle of ordinary houses, several people saw that building... which could be called a true "miracle".

It's not a "candy house" like in fairy tales, but a castle.

Candy Castle.

The castle gates were smooth brown in color, but they were not made of wood. Instead, they were made of two huge pieces of dark chocolate. The patterns carved on them gave them a magical and unreal feel.

But all those details indicate that it really exists in the world!
The city wall is built with layers of hard candies. The sunlight shines through the colorful clouds in the sky, passes through the candy wall, and reflects a brilliant rainbow-like light.

The castle's spire was formed from a large cake, and on its sloped surface, countless fruits shone like agate...

"Ah... that's... a real candy house, no, a candy castle?!"

This time, not only Lake, but also Poro and the veteran, as well as Hansel and Gretel, were all shocked by this extremely magical castle!

Dreamy and beautiful!
"Could it be that this time, it's a true... fairy tale?"

Poro opened his mouth wide. If a candy house was already a fairytale in this world, then when a real castle that covered the sky and the sun and was made of delicious food actually appeared before his eyes—

This is undoubtedly a huge test of sanity!

"Surprising, right?"

The fat townsman also looked intoxicated. He said to the others, "When I first came here, I was just as surprised as you are. If I didn't prefer towns with fewer people, I would have settled in Sweet."

He took a bite of the cake in his hand and continued, "That miraculous castle is where the angels and saints live."

"Can't the rest of us go?"

"Of course not. Only saints can go there."

The fat townsman blinked, revealing undisguised envy. "Such a huge food castle! I can't even imagine how good it must be inside..."

That is the fertile plain, the holy land in the minds of everyone who wants to be a chef!
I heard that there is a real paradise inside - of all the saints who have entered, only a small number are willing to show up again and spread the gospel of the angels throughout the Fertile Plains.

As the fat townsman spoke, he lifted up his bag of kitchen utensils again, making a clanging sound.

Because of his slightly overweight body, even after walking such a short distance, his face was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Do you have to be a saint to go?"

Looking at the castle, Lake beside her also fell into some thought.

On the other side, in Poro's hand, a page of a book titled [Ring Return: Candy House·Dessert Feast] was floating.

His gaze also moved to the line above:
[Unsealing Ceremony: Find the candy house hidden deep in the jungle and taste the delicacies that make up the candy house]

Could this so-called "candy house" be the one in front of me...

What about the magical and magnificent "castle" that is beyond imagination?

"You guys want to go in and take a look too, right?"

The fat townsman noticed the strange looks from the others and said, "But in recent years, the population of the Fertile Plains has increased, and the angel has also increased the number of saints. If you try harder... maybe you'll get lucky."

At this point, the fat townsman saw something, raised his hand and pointed forward, and continued:
"Look, that's where the Saint selection will take place. You can sign up—with me."

Following the direction pointed by the fat townsman, I looked around and saw a square made entirely of solidified rock sugar. It looked like light orange transparent amber.

And on the high platform sat a spotless man dressed in a white robe with gold patterns and a white hat.

The style of his clothes is different from that of a pastor. He looks more like a... chef?
Lake and the others also guessed the man's identity.

The Saint of Sweet, the City of Miracles.

During this period, many people have stepped forward.

They all had some food in their hands, either on plates or in bowls. Under the influence of the magic in this area, most of their food was kept at the right temperature and condition.

They brought the food forward and placed it before the saint.

The saint took a portion of the cake with a knife, fork, and spoon, and put it into his mouth to savor it carefully. At this time, a man with gray hair was handing over a piece of cake.

After chewing it carefully, the Saint swallowed the portion that had been put into his mouth, nodded proudly, and said:
"good."

The old chef who made the delicious dish was ecstatic when he heard this.

The saint raised his hand, took out a candy from the basket on the table beside him, and handed it to the old chef.

The old chef took it with both hands, bowed to express his gratitude, and happily left the stage.

After the old chef, a younger-looking resident came forward, holding a plate of steaming barbecue decorated with some fruits.

A hint of interest flashed in the saint's eyes, and he gracefully cut off a piece and put it into his mouth.

But then he frowned.

He opened his mouth and spat out the piece of minced meat. Before it even touched the ground, the piece of minced meat automatically decomposed and disappeared in mid-air.

"not good."

The same brief comment made the young man's face turn pale and he became a little lost.

"Sir, could you give me some guidance..."

"No matter which part you did not do well, go back and practice again."

As he spoke, the saint raised a finger and pointed at the plate in the young man's hand. Under Lake's astonished gaze, the piece of barbecue appeared under a magical light.

It instantly breaks down into a piece of raw meat, and then adds various classified seasoning powders, as well as uncut decorative fruits and vegetables!
"Thank you, Saint."

The young man bowed deeply and turned to leave.

"What are they doing?"

Nearby, Lake asked the fat townsman, "Is selecting a saint really that simple?"

"Of course not. This is just a qualification check. Even for a culinary saint, it's not that easy."

The fat townsman explained, “After all, here, everyone loves delicious food and can cook, but the food they make is edible. Outside, you can already be a chef, but here, it’s far from enough!
Only the most delicious ones can be recognized by the angels and have the right to exist forever! "

As he spoke, the fat townsman winked at them and said, "If you can't do it, it doesn't matter. Just live a few more years and you'll eventually succeed."

"These assessments and cooking skills...are there any standards?"

Lake thought for a moment and then spoke again, "What level do I need to reach to be recognized by the Saints and Angels?"

"Standards? Of course there are. You've asked the right person. For non-professionals, it's good enough if they can make something themselves. They don't think about these things."

The fat townsman said proudly, "Most of these saints who participated in the selection have tasted a lot of delicious food.

If you're making cakes, bread, or ordinary dishes, you have to strive for perfection. At the very least, you have to have been doing it for several years!"

"What else? What do you mean by others?"

Lake thought about it and realized that there was no professional chef among them. Although it was possible to learn on the spot, if he wasted too much time here, it would be better to sneak into the castle and find someone!
"There are always many kinds of delicious food, Lord Angel. I also like to let more types of food appear in the Plenty Plains. So, if you know the special food of a kingdom—

Even if one's skills are inferior, one can still become a saint."

At this time, the saint sitting on the rock sugar platform took another dish served by someone.

This time, the dish was a strange-looking mixture of vegetables, fruits and meat. The saint frowned, took a small bite, and quickly spit it out.

"You created this yourself, right?"

The saint shook his head and flicked a finger, returning the food to its original ingredients, explaining his attitude. "You don't even understand the most basic cooking techniques. You'd better not do this kind of thing."

Watching the man leave in disappointment, the fat townsman continued:

"But of course, we can't just randomly make it and call it a specialty dish. The saints are also capable of judging it."

After the fat townsman finished speaking, he waved his hand and walked towards a building on the other side.

"If you're thinking of meeting the Angel, go for it! There's a shared kitchen over there, and... there are also resident saints who can help with food restoration—"

I have to go get ready too. See you at the Holy Chosen Ceremony the day after tomorrow!"

Looking at the fat townsman leaving, Poro hesitated slightly, then turned to observe those people who were sending food to the saint to participate in the "primary election".

"Do you know the cuisine of other kingdoms?"

Poro thought.

Although it’s not out of the question to not become a saint and go directly into the “Candy Castle” to find out what’s inside, but the person who possesses the magic to change such a large terrain and build such a candy house is definitely not an ordinary person!

What's more, along the way, Poro and Lake discovered that this plain seemed to be a real "paradise".

Could the being who could create such a world be an evil person?

In this situation, Poro couldn't be sure whether the castle owner was an enemy or a friend.

Plus, the veterans…may have something to ask of this unseen “angel.”

Therefore, Poro, Lake and others actually did not want to take any radical measures.

"Um, Mr. Invi, can you cook?"

Lake thought about it and looked at the only person in the team who looked older and most likely to cook.

"Cook?"

The old soldier looked strange. "When I was on the march, I ate bread. Otherwise, I could just cook it and eat it... If you want to eat it, you can come to me..."

"What should I do?"

Lake shook her head in annoyance.

"What should I do? Learn?"

"study?"

Lake was stunned for a moment and looked at the Poro next to her. "Do I really have to study here for a few years like that fat man said?"

"Ah, if you can't compete with physical strength, then choose the second method?"

"The second one? Poro, you mean..."

When Lake heard this, her eyes widened.

"Use 'exotic food' that no one here has ever made, lower the threshold, and then you can become a saint, right?"

Poro looked at Lake and smiled.

"I provide the 'recipe', and you use the swordsmanship and limb coordination control level given by [Spiral Beacon: Hunter].

Even though you can’t become a great chef in one day, you can still make a delicious and tasty dish.

That’s enough!”

(End of this chapter)