Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

Chapter 458 Methods

"How is that possible? How could it be done without divine magic?"

At the Red Honey Flower Restaurant, which caters exclusively to wealthy ladies, the elegant-looking head chef chuckled, his gaze lingering on Fan Wei's brow with deep envy, and whispered to his friend beside him.

"I think our chosen one is so eager to win that he's even abandoned all sense of dignity!"

“After all, they’re so young.” The head chef of Salt Kiss Restaurant shook his head. “With their good looks, good conditions, and divine favor, they’ll naturally become arrogant.”

"No matter what, I don't feel comfortable letting someone like that lead us."

Similar thoughts lingered in many people's minds, and distrustful glances and whispered denials were passed around the crowd, making the president extremely anxious.

Misel's actions backfired! Just focus on cooking properly, why are you cheating?!

Even the chairman didn't believe that Fan Wei hadn't actually used divine magic; that would be too incredible. The chefs whispered among themselves, and the public opinion at the scene quickly turned unfavorable.

"Young people are still too impetuous."

Over there, the dignified, plump chef smoothed out the wrinkles in his sleeves, regained his composure, and waited to watch the show unfold before everyone's eyes.

How can Misr Van possibly defend himself?

"Mr. Osvaro, do you think Misr Van really broke the rules?"

One of the older chefs, who seemed quite skeptical, asked the gray-eyed old man a question. Compared to the younger generation who jumped to conclusions, the older chefs, though completely skeptical themselves, were still more cautious.

"What if it's true, or what if it's not?"

The gray-eyed old man named Osvaro raised his eyelids and said calmly, as the only chef still serving in the palace, his prestige and experience were much higher than those of ordinary chefs.

"It's true, would you accept Misr Van's argument and lower yourself to serve the common people?"

"If it's not true, are you going to stand up and condemn those who oppose him, and ridicule God's chosen ones?"

The gray-eyed old man's brows were furrowed like a solidified mountain, bearing the weight of years of shrewdness. "My objection before was because I didn't want an outsider to easily dominate the discourse of us chefs in the capital."

“But in any case, Misr Van is an insurmountable hurdle for us to overcome in our pilgrimage to God.”

Upon hearing Osvaro's words, the old chefs nodded solemnly and with a sense of realization.

"So, what do we do next...?"

"We can't let the darling of the gods lose face directly. He will definitely try to prove himself. We'll keep it to ourselves and just make him a figurehead at the food festival."

"Next, it's our turn to carefully plan..."

As the gray-haired old man spoke with certainty, the group of chefs gradually quieted down. Fan Wei stood in the center of attention, arms crossed, looking incredibly handsome.

In fact, besides putting on a tough front, he also went through a brief period of reflection.

After careful consideration, Fan Wei ultimately decided to remain silent and not offer any explanation.

Regarding the issue of power, he did not consider himself an expert, nor did he believe that he could outmaneuver these chefs who were adept at navigating social circles and carving out a place for themselves in the capital.

He understood that his strength lay solely in his power and skill.

He believes his path is efficient, low-cost, benefits more social strata, and is more advanced and in line with the direction of change and development.

This is enough.

Let the diehards hold on! The flames of revolution will burn away all ignorance and conservatism! The wheels of time will crush all those who remain stagnant!

Despite their different perspectives, Fan Wei and the gray-eyed old man shared the same idea: they didn't care about other people's opinions, but they both valued the way they acted.

After all the chefs quieted down, Fan Wei smiled warmly and offered a method for discerning the truth behind the criticisms leveled against him.

"Gentlemen, if you do not believe me, I can set up a device to detect divine magic and spells."

"You only need to watch it one more time to understand whether I used divine magic."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a chef raised a question, "How do we know if you've tampered with the settings?"

“Then I can explain the principle, and you can set it up.” Fan Wei replied calmly: “It’s actually very simple. Each kind of divine art has its own god, and they correspond one-to-one with each other, but they are not interconnected.”

"All you need to do is draw the emblem of the God of Food and write down two simple sensing runes, one corresponding to the same source of energy and the other to different source of energy."

"I'll demonstrate it again then, and you'll be able to see whether it's truly a divine art of food."

Fan Wei's suggestion silenced the chefs. Some remained skeptical but lacked the ability to assess it themselves, while others hesitated.

This is like a defendant in court, confidently discussing how they collected evidence; any plaintiff would be apprehensive.

“…In that case, Mr. Misell, please do it again.”

After a brief silence, the gray-eyed old chef spoke slowly.

The air grew quiet, as if one could hear the sound of flour falling. Under everyone's gaze, Fan Wei began to draw the emblem of the God of Food.

The emblem, customized by Gonia, was very hastily made; it was simply a flame with the shape of a bowl of soup and some lines representing light.

It is said that she drew it by imitating her favorite dish.

Fan Wei couldn't guess what it was, and when he asked, Gonia rolled her eyes at him, her eyes full of dissatisfaction.

Girls' thoughts are always hard to fathom, so cooking is much simpler and more straightforward.

After finishing the divine emblem with a sigh, he drew two magical runes. Magic, as the most special kind of divine power, has the attribute of being able to merge with all things.

Due to its strong adaptability, it is also frequently used in divine magic.

The detection device, which had been drawn, was on the table. It would detect any energy fluctuations nearby. Pairs of eyes were fixed on it as Misr Van raised his hand again.

Just like before, only this time the palm strike transformed into a clenched fist, as if issuing a decree.

Fan Wei deliberately slowed down a bit to make the detection clearer. Under his will, various ingredients changed and worked, and different flames shaped them into beautiful dishes.

Everything was the same as before.

Under the watchful eyes of many, the runes that lit up on the Gourmet God's emblem represented different powers!

Wow! The crowd erupted in excitement. Misr Van had actually proven that he hadn't used any culinary magic!

Unbelievable, utterly shocking! Many chefs were stunned by the comparison with their own cooking abilities.

They all looked at the veteran chefs who were most critical of Fan Wei, only to find that the most authoritative ones had extremely strange expressions.

Could it be that Misr Van is truly a culinary saint?!

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" The fat chef wiped the sweat from his brow and asked the thin chef next to him who was holding a snowflake-shaped brass badge.

This thin chef was a master chef who served nobles. Because he was highly regarded, he was given a red treasure, one of the functions of which was to detect the nature of nearby forces.

On a "let's give it a try" basis, the thin chef took it out while Fan Wei was working on it.

The results just now also show that Misr Van did not use the same culinary powers as them.

But there wasn't just one divine power reaction emanating from him! Golden, black, red... all sorts of divine power reactions, it was like a gathering of heroes!

This was a shock to the chefs that went far beyond mere disbelief.

You bastard Misr Van! I thought he was just being opportunistic, but I never expected him to be a traitor!

In the secular rules that bind believers to God, it is impossible for a clergyman to possess multiple divine powers; if he does, it only means that he is not loyal to any of the gods!

The skinny chef's hand trembled, and he exchanged glances with his companions before hiding the badge, barely suppressing the cold sweat on his back.

Misr Van probably never expected that ordinary people like them would possess such a treasure! If he discovers it, he will definitely kill them to silence them!

Several chefs were already convinced that Fan Wei was someone who had infiltrated the upper echelons of the Food Association with ulterior motives!

The old chef with gray eyes frowned, slightly sensing that the situation was beyond his expectations, and muttered to himself as if he remembered something.

"The Federation?"

The veteran chefs tacitly kept their composure, waiting to leave so they could pray to the God of Gastronomy to expose Misr Van's true colors and bring down divine wrath and punishment!

But to the other chefs, the strange silence of the most senior chefs left them at a loss.

"...I still don't agree." Seeing that Fan Wei was about to take control of the food club, the chef, who was particularly opposed to his ideas, finally spoke up again.

"This, this doesn't prove you're right!"

"What kind of chef cooks like this?!"

People can find any excuse if they don't want to admit something. They won't actively think about it. If Fan Wei can do this, what level is his normal skill?

Questioning, shock, anger, embarrassment, and contemplation—the chefs experienced a range of bittersweet inner changes.

"I believe in Mr. Mischel!"

Suddenly, a voice stood out from the crowd, drawing everyone's attention. They were all surprised and curious to see who was trying to switch sides.

Emerging from the crowd was none other than Twari.

As a chef who was defeated by Fan Wei, he had a deeper understanding of Fan Wei's abilities. Since Fan Wei had proven himself and no one objected, he was naturally willing to stand up and vouch for him.

After all, this is the darling of the God of Food!

As a young genius, Twari decided to seize this opportunity. At this moment, he felt not the frustration of being a defeated opponent, but rather a sense of pride in being one step ahead.

He acted as if he was "too eager to improve".

"Misser, I knew it! A chef like you would lead us!"

Under the leadership of the most talented young chefs, many less experienced chefs gradually let go of their aversion and wariness towards Fan Wei.

The president was overjoyed at the opportunity, his eyes sparkling with delight as he clapped his hands with a smile.

"Yes, Mr. Misel is a follower of the gods! Why can't we trust him?"

"...Hmph, what a darling of the God of Gourmet Food! The gods truly favor you, Mr. Misel!" The fat chef, Michael, sneered, his tone carrying a hidden meaning.

But none of them dared to directly expose Fan Wei's 'disloyalty' to God.

The veteran chefs all spoke with a reluctant tone, "Since that's the case, we won't object to anything, but if you want us to cooperate with your actions, good cooking skills alone won't be enough."

"Wait until you prove yourself further, Mr. Mischel."

The initial disagreements at the establishment of the culinary association were finally put aside for the time being. Everyone had different feelings, but all the chefs knew this to some extent.

The culinary scene in the capital is about to welcome its biggest challenger!