The root cause was actually the resistance to the foreign queen.
Xu Milu understood.
Sang Aite wasn't angry; she slightly turned her head to look at Xu Milu:
“Miss Milu, now that you have solved Sunny’s mystery, please state your request.”
Xu Milu didn't mince words and said directly:
"As you can see, Your Majesty, I am a chef who has traveled a long way to find a set of kitchen utensils that suit me."
Sanette's expression showed no surprise whatsoever:
"In that case, please stay in the castle a little longer. I will fulfill my promise and meet your request."
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Xu Milu followed the maid out of the hall, and as she turned the corner, she bumped into Lola, who had come out after her. Lola seemed very interested in Xu Milu's cooking methods.
"That's amazing! How did you come up with the idea of using the unique flavor of mandolin as a soup base and then boiling the ingredients? I've never seen this way of eating before, it's truly incredible!"
"This is how I eat in my hometown. There are thousands of recipes just for the base ingredients: beef hot pot, seafood hot pot, flower hot pot, mushroom hot pot, chicken hot pot, rabbit hot pot. The flavors are ever-changing. It's not something I came up with."
Xu Milu shrugged: "You called me over specifically, is there something you need?"
"I just wanted to remind you that the elders might come looking for trouble in the next couple of days. Dwarves are proud and complacent, and they always smell bad. You may not know this, but their aversion to mandolin is nothing new."
Lola waved her hand:
"Especially those members of the Elders' Council, they are not as kind as they seem. They will definitely be unhappy if they know that you used mandolin to cook for little Sunny."
Xu Milu thought for a moment, then asked a different question: "The dwarves seem to be very fond of sweets. Do you know why?"
Lola stroked her chin:
“In the long-ago chaotic era, dwarves lived in underground cities. They needed a lot of sugar to survive, and sugar was considered a gift from the gods. I think that’s why they hated mandolin.”
Xu Milu nodded thoughtfully. To put it bluntly, this is a battle between the sweet and spicy factions.
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