Chapter 513: Poor cooking skills can lead to death
Ximen drove the two of them for a ride, but Mingli was absent-minded and had no intention of appreciating the beautiful scenery along the way.
After about an hour's drive, the car stopped in front of a magnificent palace.
Although Mingli was prepared, he was still stunned by the scene before him.
The situation that I thought would only appear in science fiction scenes is now happening right before my eyes.
Simon stayed in the car and didn't get out. He just stuck his head out and said, "Call me when you're done!"
After saying that, Ximen threw a button-sized device to Mingli and stepped on the accelerator.
Mingli: "How can you just leave like that? You haven't even taught me how to use it yet?"
Simon: "I will take the initiative to find you if there is anything."
Mingli looked at the car speeding away and didn't know what to say for a moment.
As the sun rose to noon, more and more creatures gathered in front of the palace.
After the interview began, everyone showed off their best skills, and the variety of techniques was really dazzling.
Some played with fire, some with ice, and some with water. After one incident nearly set the palace on fire, the interviewer, unable to contain his anger, shouted, "We're hiring handymen. Do you think you're applying for circus jobs? If anything goes wrong at the banquet, who among you will be held responsible?"
When everyone heard this, they stopped what they were doing and dared not say anything.
Interviewer: "You're done talking, right? Listen up, you idiots! Cook a dish, clean, wipe, and serve dishes properly. If you can't do that, you're out! Don't give me any nonsense. Do you understand?"
Everyone responded in unison: "I heard it."
Then, everyone cooked a dish, carried the dishes, and mopped the floor in an orderly manner.
The interviewers were scoring them one by one.
At this moment, everyone heard a loud shout: "The king is coming."
Then, everyone knelt down, and Mingli followed the crowd and knelt down as well, but he saw a local king wearing gold and silver standing next to Dongmen in the distance.
Cumin powder came to the interviewer and asked, "How is the recruitment going? Is it going smoothly?"
Interviewer: "Up to now, everything is under my control."
Looking at the table full of delicious dishes, Cumin Fen, who hadn't had breakfast yet, was drooling. He pointed at the food with a rumbling stomach and asked, "Are these the delicious dishes made by the people down here? I'm here just in time, so let me try them and see if they suit my taste."
The interviewer looked embarrassed: "My lord, this is not good, right? Aren't you afraid... that this place is poisonous?"
Cumin powder: "What's so poisonous about it? I just came here on a whim. No one knew I was coming. There are so many delicious dishes here, and no one expected which one I would choose to try. Don't you agree? East Gate!"
Before Dongmen could reply, Cuminfen had already stuffed a snack into his mouth.
He spat out the snack without even chewing it, and then he was gasping for breath and looked very uncomfortable.
When the interviewer saw this situation, his face changed and he immediately panicked.
"Is there really something wrong with this dessert? Imperial physician, call the imperial physician immediately."
Cumin powder waved at him to indicate that he didn't need to be nervous.
He rinsed his mouth with spring water and said slowly, "There's nothing wrong with the snacks, they're just a little unpalatable."
The interviewer couldn't help but feel relieved when he heard this, but then he thought, "I've upset the king, and someone has to take the blame!"
After thinking about it, he checked the registration form and shouted, "Who made this snack?"
At this time, the audience was already in panic, and it took a while before someone stood up tremblingly.
"I made this dessert."
Interviewer: "Come here, take him out and chop him up."
The man knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
"My king, please spare my life, my king, please spare my life..."
Cumin powder: "He just made a terrible snack. His crime is not punishable by death. Let him go!"
The man thought that good times had come and he thanked her repeatedly, "Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Cumin powder: "But the death penalty can be spared, but the living crime cannot be escaped. Come, cut off his tongue for me."
When the guards heard this, they took the poor child away.
Cumin powder: "Who has the highest score now?"
Interviewer: "To reply to your Majesty, it is an alien named Mingli."
Cumin powder: "There are so many people being recruited this time. Screen them all carefully and make sure there are no mistakes. There must be no mistakes at my birthday party."
Interviewer: "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I will obey your orders."
After Cumin Powder left, the recruitment continued. After a busy period, the first round of recruitment finally ended.
Mingli was waiting for news from Ximen so that he could take him home.
He stared at the button device left by Simon in a daze.
"Hello, hello, how's your interview going?" After waiting for so long, a voice finally came from the device.
"It's okay! I'll tell you the details when I get home. Come pick me up first!"
"Okay, wait a moment!"
Soon, they showed up at the house.
Mingli told Simon everything he had seen and heard that day.
After finishing, he did not forget to add one more sentence.
"Your king is truly cruel and inhumane. What era is this? You're still willing to cut off someone's tongue for such a trivial matter? How can you tolerate such a tyrannical king?"
"Alas, it's a relief that they managed to survive. They are probably from the Xinshu tribe. The people here never treat them as human beings."
After hearing this, Mingli felt for the first time that helping Xinyue was the right thing to do.
"Do you think I can get through this time?"
"It's hard to say. You'll have to ask Dongmen to find out."
"I saw him today. Why hasn't he come back yet? I really hope he's not helping the evildoers."
"My brother is not the kind of person who can't tell right from wrong."
Just then, Dongmen opened the door and came in.
"Speak of the devil and he will appear. We were just talking about you." Ximen said with a smile.
Dongmen asked coldly, "Why are you talking about me?"
"He has connections in the court, so he wants to ask you, do you still have a chance in the first round of interviews?"
"Him? Is he okay?"
"That's great, that proves I still have a chance to get closer to cumin powder." Mingli felt relieved when he heard this.
"Don't be too optimistic yet. The last two rounds are crucial. But don't worry, I will definitely help you."
"Then please tell me what his habits and hobbies are."
Dongmen told everything he had known over the years without reservation.
Mingli seemed more confident after hearing this. "With this information, getting close to Cumin Fan will be a piece of cake."
Ximen patted Mingli's shoulder and said, "Then our plan of restoration depends on you."
Dongmen poured out three glasses of red wine from the wine cabinet, and the three of them drank one glass each.
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