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The Crown Prince's Forbidden Chef
img img The Crown Prince's Forbidden Chef img Chapter 4 A Test Of Skill
4 Chapters
Chapter 6 A New Life In The Palace img
Chapter 7 First Encounter with Fire And Ice img
Chapter 8 Authur's Curiosity img
Chapter 9 A Quiet Suspicion img
Chapter 10 The First Mistake img
Chapter 11 An Unexpected Dinner img
Chapter 12 The Crown Demands img
Chapter 13 Arthur's Test img
Chapter 14 A Dangerous Accident img
Chapter 15 Court Politics Stir img
Chapter 16 The Threat Returns img
Chapter 17 Rumors In The Palace img
Chapter 18 A Night Confrontation img
Chapter 19 The Prince's New Rule img
Chapter 20 Crossing The Line img
Chapter 21 After The Kiss img
Chapter 22 The Air has Shifted img
Chapter 23 Jealousy In The Shadows img
Chapter 24 Lingering Feelings img
Chapter 25 His Desires And Duty img
Chapter 26 Palace Fallout And Rising Danger img
Chapter 27 The Noble woman's Trap img
Chapter 28 The Queen's Summons img
Chapter 29 The King's Judgement img
Chapter 30 The Day of Judgement img
Chapter 31 The Judgement Time img
Chapter 32 A Growing Bond img
Chapter 33 A Festival Approaches img
Chapter 34 A Sabotaged Dish img
Chapter 35 A Feast Of Smiles and Knives img
Chapter 36 Arthur's Fury img
Chapter 37 A Near Discov img
Chapter 38 The Truth Beneath The Disguise img
Chapter 39 Blood In The Dark img
Chapter 40 The Princes's Growing Curiosity img
Chapter 41 Staying Away, Impossible img
Chapter 42 A Threatening Stranger img
Chapter 43 The Prince's Protection img
Chapter 44 A Night Of Restlessness img
Chapter 45 A Dangerous Realization img
Chapter 46 The First Kidnapping Attempt img
Chapter 47 Locked In The Palace img
Chapter 48 The Trafficker Returns img
Chapter 49 Names That Refuse To Stay Buried img
Chapter 50 The Blame Of Nobles img
Chapter 51 The Stormy Night img
Chapter 52 A Trap img
Chapter 53 His Disappointment towards me img
Chapter 54 The Merchant's Trap img
Chapter 55 Arthur's Fury img
Chapter 56 The Alpha King's Interest img
Chapter 57 Whispers Of War img
Chapter 58 Lines Crossed img
Chapter 59 The Trafficker Strikes Again img
Chapter 60 The Fury Of A Prince img
Chapter 61 The Queen's Eyes img
Chapter 62 The Emperor's Warning img
Chapter 63 Attempted Escape img
Chapter 64 The Words Left Unsaid img
Chapter 65 Fire At The Borders img
Chapter 66 Knowledge From Another World img
Chapter 67 The Hunter In The Shadows img
Chapter 68 The Prince Who Watched Quietly img
Chapter 69 The Intruders img
Chapter 70 Fire Between Brothers img
Chapter 71 When I Couldn't Stand It Anymore img
Chapter 72 The Prophecy Beneath The Palace img
Chapter 73 The Assassins' Hunt img
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Chapter 4 A Test Of Skill

Aside from the fact that the men chefs were working with precision and in order,

The moment I stepped into the royal kitchen, the kitchen noise hit me first like a raging storm. There were clattering pots, sizzling oil, and shouting chefs. But louder than all of that ,were the whispers and murmurs.

"Look at him... he's so small."

"He'll faint before the stove even heats."

"Another weakling who thinks he can survive here."

Their eyes stabbed into me like knives. These men were twice my size, smirking as though I had already failed. My thin frame and young face made it worse. I tried not to shrink under their stares.

Let them laugh. I wasn't here to impress any of them. I was here to survive.

The head steward clapped his hands sharply, commanding silence from everyone.

"Daniel Haston," he announced, "you will prepare the dish the former royal chef failed at."

The room fell dead quiet... A few chefs even stepped back in fear.

And that... wasn't reassuring to me at all.

A pot slammed in front of me. "The Crown Prince wants Phoenix Flame Soup. The last chef overcooked the broth and lost his head."

My stomach dropped.

"Executed... over soup?"

The steward's cold eyes locked onto mine. "If you fail, you'll be thrown out. If you anger the prince, well... you know the consequences."

Excellent. No pressure...of course that's the highest pressure I have ever been under..

But I inhaled carefully, steadying myself. Then I rolled up my sleeves, tied my borrowed apron, and faced the ingredients laid out before me...even though the vegetables were poorly chopped, the meat unevenly sliced, and the spices scattered without care...

This kitchen was supposed to serve royalty.

No wonder someone died.

I began working. My hands moved on instinct...my instinct, Irene's instinct.

First, I corrected the cuts, slicing the vegetables into uniform pieces, fast and clean.

My knife rhythm echoed through the kitchen...quick, precise, and professional.

Then Murmurs rose...

"Look at that speed..."

"Is he actually... trained?"

But I was barely listening. I slipped into the focus I knew so well.

A modern chef's mindset in an ancient kitchen.

I simmered the broth low, coaxing flavor instead of burning it.

I toasted the herbs gently to release their fragrance.

I seared the meat with control, using heat levels. And the flames obeyed me.

These men didn't even understand how I was cooking. It seemed odd to them as they were confused looking at what I was doing.

Minutes passed, it was tense and silent. Even the other chefs stopped cooking to see how different I was.

Finally, the aroma drifted through the room.. which was rich, and very fragrant,

Gasps echoed around me.

"What kind of technique is that?"

"I've never smelled anything like this..."

"This boy...he doesn't look normal."

I served the soup into a porcelain bowl, garnishing it with fresh herbs and a perfectly thin slice of roasted pepper that floated like a flame.

Making it look Beautiful, Balanced, and more presentable.

The steward approached it slowly, as if afraid the dish might explode on his face.

He lifted the spoon,then tasted it...

...and his eyes widened.

"This..." he whispered, "is perfection."

His voice boomed across the kitchen. "Prepare this dish for presentation to His Highness!"

The chefs stared at me as though I'd turned into some mythical creature they did not understand and of course their stares were right...I am a mythical creature from the future inhabiting another female's body who is now disguised as a boy to survive this ancient world.

A few of the chefs even stepped aside respectfully.

Whispers swelled in:

"He might actually survive here."

"No, more than that...he might rise."

"That boy... he's dangerous and looks abnormal."

"How can someone so small and beautiful like a maiden cook this way"

I stood there, chest rising and falling, my hands trembling...not from fear, but from something else...

My Confidence and Power.

For the first time in this world, I felt it settling into me.

I wasn't just surviving.

I was proving myself.

Daniel Haston might not really exist.

But Irene...the chef I used to be...was very much alive.

And this palace was about to learn exactly what I could do.

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