Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

Chapter 120: Induction into the Saint

Early morning in Sweet, the city of miracles.

The rich aroma swirled in the air, and the surrounding houses, window sills, roads, and squares were already filled with people watching.

In the center, on a high platform made of solidified rock sugar, several saints, wearing golden badges on their chests and clean and capable clothes, were standing around.

All kinds of kitchen utensils, stoves and other appliances are ready.

Everyone is waiting quietly.

Rek Poro and his companions walked into the crowd.

"Ha, you guys are here after all!"

Soon after they came in, a familiar figure waved towards them. It was the fat townsman who used to be a baker.

"You're here to see me participate in the Holy Election Ceremony, right?"

The fat townsman was in high spirits at this time. He was wearing a white chef's uniform and holding some ingredients and a lot of carefully prepared pastry utensils in his hands.

"You guys haven't passed the Saint's screening in the past few days, right? It doesn't matter, this time it's up to me. I've been preparing for a long time—"

After I succeed, I'll talk to the Angel and maybe I can get her to meet you!"

As the fat townsman spoke, he carefully took out a carefully wrapped piece of fruit candy from his arms and walked forward.

Every chef who passes the Saint's screening and is able to truly participate in the "Saint Selection Ceremony" will receive a certificate -

A fruit candy like this.

I heard that this was made by a saint who was good at making candies. Under the influence of angel magic, even if the candy was eaten, it could reappear from the candy wrapper.

"Hey, don't be discouraged. When I first came here to participate, I didn't pass the initial screening either—

By the way, little girl, would you like to try this candy first?

The candy at each festival tastes different."

The fat townsman's face was so chubby that his eyes were squeezed into a curved slit, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

"Thank you, sir, but no thanks, I have one too!"

"Hey, this is different, mine is a saint--"

But the next moment, he stopped talking, the smile on his face stopped, his eyes widened, and turned into surprise...

Because he saw Lake also took out a piece of the same candy!
"Huh? You guys have it too!?"

He carefully identified it with his small eyes and finally confirmed that the candy in Lake's hand was also a special proof made by the saint.

Then, the smug look in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a hint of resentment:
"Well, passing the initial screening... probably won't be that difficult."

He put away his candy and said, "Really? When you said you had never eaten pastries or something, I thought you really couldn't cook!
It seems that you should know other dishes, right?"

The fat townsman said as he walked over to the other side where people were lining up. "Okay, I admit, I misjudged you. I'm saying... if you really can't cook and can't have the confidence, why don't you come find the Angel?"

Finally, the fat townsman turned back to look at the others, his expression becoming much more serious. "But since you do have the ability now..."

I'll go into more detail later. In every ceremony, out of a hundred people, only less than ten will become new saints.

Although today, the number of participants and new saints exceeds this number.

But if your level is not up to par, you still have no chance."

Having said that, the fat townsman turned around and began to organize his kitchen utensils.

Lake nodded, feeling a little embarrassed. Although she and the others did not lie, two days ago, they really knew nothing about magic.

But now... she does have a lot of confidence.

This confidence did not come from "cooking skills", but from what Poro said...

Very different recipes.

"Polo and I will go first."

Lake waved to the veteran on the side.

Chefs often do not work alone and are allowed to have some assistants.

Originally, Poro wanted the veteran to take the job, after all, human hands are much more flexible. But unfortunately, although the veteran knew swordsmanship and shooting, he knew nothing about cooking.

When I tried it with Lake, I broke two plates.

If I really get on the scene, I'm afraid... it would be good if I don't make things worse.

And the saint obviously would not allow a person who does nothing to participate in the Holy Selection Ceremony.

Therefore, the one who will accompany Lake this time can only be a Poro transformed into a human form.

As for the appearance, the image of Hansel and Gretel's father was used.

The source of the clothes...

The clothes Hansel was wearing were actually worn by his father.

This is not uncommon among poor families.

All the chefs participating in the Holy Selection Ceremony were already prepared in the seats near the back.

Coincidentally, the fat townsman was sitting next to Lake and Poro.

"What a coincidence! Looks like we might have to go together then."

The fat townsman shrugged his shoulders. He took a look at Lake's package of kitchen utensils and showed a hint of surprise at the strangely shaped tools inside.

"Are your kitchen utensils... homemade? I've never seen them before. Is this really some kingdom's specialty?"

Seeing Lake nod, the fat townsman showed an "I see" expression and smiled, "But no matter where you are from, your basic skills are still very important.

After all, no matter which kingdom the court chef is from, he or she needs to have a good control over the heat and knife skills!"

Just as the fat townsman was speaking, several saints stood up on the stage. They bowed slightly towards the castle, as if performing some special act of worship.

"What are they doing?"

Lake asked with some confusion.

“Hehe, this is Sweet, one of the reasons why it’s called the City of Miracles. You should have heard of it in the outside world, right?

Although the angel hasn't appeared in front of people for a long time, her miracles are always hovering over Sweet! "

The fat townsman said with a smile, and together with the other residents, he raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The pink clouds that had been circling in the sky had accumulated very thickly.

At a certain moment, a colorful rainbow light rose from the candy castle in the distance and went straight into the sky!

The rainbow-colored lights transformed into colorful feathers, like the wings of a real angel, flying across the sky.

Following closely behind, everyone watched in fascination as smooth objects, wrapped in halos, swirled and fell.

Lake and Poro looked at it in surprise——

Those were bubbles flashing with magical light.

And inside the nearest bubble, there was a golden and shiny roasted chicken!

Like raindrops, more bubbles slowly drifted down, each containing a different kind of delicious food. Bright yellow pudding trembled in the bowl, steaming sausages surged within the bubbles...

The delicious food floated to the ground, the bubbles burst, and was held in the hands of the residents.

They laughed and praised the angel's holiness.

Putting these delicacies into their mouths, Lake and Poro also took some of them and savored the flavor of these delicacies.

It tastes sweet and moistens the throat.

The delicacies that were not caught by the residents would not stain the ground. They would wait on the ground and after a while, they would disappear on their own, turning into fragments of iridescent foam...

After the "rain of delicious food" stopped, the Holy Selection Festival began.

One by one, the chefs came up to the stage and used the kitchen utensils to make their own food.

"Well, those people are here too."

The fat townsman looked at the people who came on stage at this time, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

They were a few people wearing long robes, their hair and appearance looked meticulously done. They wore a cross pendant around their necks and walked onto the stage with solemn expressions.

"Do you know these people?" Lake asked.

“A lot of people know them.”

The fat townsman shrugged and said, "Remember what I told you before? The pilgrims who came to the Plenty Plains are these few."

"A pilgrim?"

Lake and Poro looked at the three people on the stage. They were indeed dressed like ascetics.

On the other side, among the crowd watching below the platform, there were also a dozen monks wearing hooded robes. They hid their heads under the hoods and held cross pendants tightly in front of their chests with their hands.

Like praying for something.

"I remember that when these ascetics first arrived, they knelt outside the castle for three days without sleep in order to see the angel. They didn't even eat a bite of the delicious food next to them—"

The fat townsman shook his head and laughed. "It seems they have finally changed their ways."

"So they're here to be cooks?"

"Hmph, they finally understand that cooking is much more noble than their useless asceticism."

As the fat townsman spoke, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the three ascetic monks on the stage. The ascetic monks also took out the food and kitchen utensils they brought with them from the bags on the side.

Judging from their seamless coordination, these movements have obviously been repeated to perfection.

“When they first arrived, they didn’t know how to cook!

Now it seems that their beliefs are quite pure, and they are indeed formidable competitors!"

Lake and the others continued to watch, and the three ascetic monks were indeed powerful. Every movement they made was skillful to the extreme, and it did not seem like they were born with talent.

It's more like... it was formed through countless mechanical trainings.

Every movement is very standard.

Heat swirled around them as they cooked a... standard barbecue with various side dishes.

According to what Lake and the others have learned in the past few days, meat dishes are also the most common type of dishes for the elected saints, second only to desserts.

The faces of those ascetics were not changed at all by the hot steam from the barbecue.

They solemnly put in the precisely prepared seasonings and completed the preparation of the dish. Although there was no enthusiasm on their faces, the finished dish was undoubtedly a masterpiece in every aspect.

"Mm, not bad. Whether it's the sauce, the heat, or the knife skills, they are all extremely standard, without any mistakes or omissions."

After swallowing the barbecue, several saints who were selected as the "judges" made this assessment, "You are qualified to join us as... a saint of Sweet."

Hearing this, the three ascetics on the stage, as well as the dozen or so other ascetics below the stage, all burst into tears of joy at the same time.

They held the cross on their chests tightly with both hands and recited scriptures of praise non-stop.

“What they did was really powerful.”

Seeing this, beads of sweat were already visible on the palms of the fat townsman. "Maybe I'm not trying hard enough?"

Afterwards, one person after another walked onto the stage.

Then, most people who followed, after receiving the saint's evaluation, simply spit out the food, adding comments such as "the knife skills are not good enough", "the ingredients are wrong", "the food is overcooked", etc.

The fat townsman placed the carefully crafted blue-purple pastry in front of the saint.

He looked at the saint expectantly and ate the cake.

But there was no miracle.

"It's not good enough. Your control over the taste is not good enough. The taste of the fruit is masked by the sugar."

After the saint handed the cake back to the fat townsman, only one piece of raw material was left.

"Thank you, sir."

The fat townsman sighed and walked off the stage. He brushed past Rek Poro who was about to go on stage and gave a wry smile.
"You two, don't hold out any hope. This time it's going to be tough. Maybe... the chefs or candidates who came this year are much more skilled..."

"It's okay, sir. If we lose, we will find other ways."

Lake smiled, but she and Poro did not come here to be eliminated this time!
When she walked onto the stage, she took out the tools, which were no different from those of other chefs, such as a rolling pin and a kitchen knife, as well as some ingredients and flour.

"Are this girl and that male chef going to make bread? Or some kind of pastry?"

"See all that meat and vegetables? They're supposed to be making pizza?"

While the people in the audience and the saints were thinking and guessing, Lake and Poro had already begun their actions.

It was like a surprise attack yesterday.

Poro's [Spiral Beacon: Sage] gave him an extremely strong memory, allowing him to memorize many recipes from his previous life, but here, due to limited ingredients, it was difficult to make more things.

The first type is ordinary pasta that does not require high technical content.

Dumplings.

Poro whispered instructions on the steps while sorting and arranging the various ingredients.

As the "chef", the girl needs to do some work that requires more "skills". She pours warm water, adds yeast powder, and starts kneading the dough. Her strong physical fitness and precise strength control make her work faster and more efficient.

It doesn't take long for the dough to become chewy.

"Are you going to make bread? You really are very skilled at doing that."

A saint said this, but shook his head.

"But I feel... my skills are still a little short of the threshold of a saint. What a pity."

Another saint added.

But then they frowned and looked at Lake's next move, becoming a little surprised.

Lake put the dough aside and began to ferment. During the fermentation period, she picked up a kitchen knife and placed a piece of fresh meat on the chopping board. The next moment, the kitchen knife in her hand instantly turned into a shadow!
The dense and even chopping sounds rang out on the chopping board.

At this moment, the audience, including several saints, opened their eyes wide!

"This kind of knife skills speed..."

"So fast? I was mistaken. To master such knife skills at this age, he is definitely not an ordinary chef!"

"But doesn't she make bread?"

In less than a few seconds, the minced meat was chopped and pushed aside by Lake with a knife. Some local vegetables such as onions that Poro had specially selected were placed on top...

Chop it finely, add powder and stuffing, and it will be ready soon.

Then, Lake took out the fermented dough, rolled it into long strips, cut it into small pieces, and rolled it into round dough sheets. Then, she and Poro picked up the dough sheets and began to wrap the stuffing.

Poros can also recall memories of past lives through the [Spiral Beacon: Sage].

However, due to the limitations of his body, his speed was far slower than that of Lake, who had practiced for a day with the movement learning talent granted by [Spiral Beacon: Hunter].

But the results of the two people's cooperation and one day's practice have completely amazed the saint next to them.

"What are they...making? Is that some kind of pastry?"

"Is this something you created yourself? I don't think I've seen it before?"

"It's probably not a homemade creation, but a traditional delicacy from some distant country. Their cooking methods, fillings, and style all have the characteristics of a certain culinary system."

Soon, the chopping board was filled with plump dumplings.

"Tap-tap-tap-"

Throw the dumplings into hot water and cook until cooked...

Aroma filled, placed on the plate.

Each saint took out one of them and put it in his mouth.

They slowly savored it, looked at each other, nodded, and looked at Lake and Poro:

"Good exotic food, with perfect knife skills and techniques - that's enough."

As he spoke, the saint in the front took out a golden emblem and handed it to the two of them.

Just like the badges worn on the chests of these saints, a pair of wings was painted on the golden surface.

When they took it, Lake and Poro were stunned for a moment.

The weight is wrong, it's two chocolates with gold shells.

(End of this chapter)