"Were we?" The orc's words attracted a lot of attention from the other chefs who were eating.
"The main kitchen has always been in charge of all the banquets in the tribe regardless of scale. This has been the rule for so many years. How could it change just like that? We have so many impressive chefs in the main kitchen. How can those from outside be better than us?!" a middle-aged chef said furiously.
And that aroused a wave of angry agreements.
The chefs' ego made it difficult for them to accept such an arrangement.
"What's this ruckus about? Don't you know yourself? If the things you make could be put on the table, Lord Jeremy wouldn't have to go through all the trouble to invite Mr. Mag over from Chaos City." Heyman walked into the dining area, and looked at the chefs with exasperation. Heyman took a step to the side, and introduced, "Let me introduce to all of you. This is Mr. Mag from Mamy Restaurant in Chaos City. He will be in charge of tomorrow night's main banquet."
