Chapter 556: Board of Father and Son
Liszt, who was watching on the sidelines, was choked by the smoke and coughed, his face turning black.
He hadn’t been so speechless in eleven years.
You’re asking Archer to teach you something? With your skill level, it’s like a medical school professor asking a child how to perform a complex neurosurgery using a wrench and hammer.
But judging by Magnus’s serious expression, it seemed he was genuinely moved by Archer’s skills.
"Do you know how many rare ingredients are needed to train a court chef? To accumulate experience, ordinary home-cooked meals won’t cut it. You need resources from wealthy houses, places where you can practice every day. If you truly want to cook, first pay the tuition fee of a thousand Golden Dragons."
Archer took a sip of wine, acting aloof and adopting the mannerisms of a court chef. It wasn’t the first time he’d taken on an apprentice, recalling the times when many aspiring young chefs had paid tuition just to get a few pointers from him during his heyday.
Liszt’s eyes gleamed, recognizing a business opportunity. He initially thought he could cater to food suppliers, taking the path of a different world cafeteria where all the regular patrons were hall-level connoisseurs, who could sort out any trouble straight away.
But Archer’s character was questionable to say the least. If Archer were in Sun Bar, he could have seized Xu Fu’s corpse’s veneration, overturning the established order. Forget about connoisseurs helping you out; as Archer’s scummy big brother, Liszt would be hunted down with a knife.
However, now the idea was clear.
Heaven Port has its own New East, its own Hell’s Kitchen.
Archer: Magnus, I have a problem with this dish you made.