97 C92 [RESISTS POSTING A PERVY TITLE!]

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As we step out of the kitchen with Rem following close behind me, all the people in the room including the waitstaff are crowded around a table with three seated people. I guess these are the judges. I wonder who picked them? When we both made it to the table, we set our dishes down and stepped back. Before I could ask any questions or say anything at all, one of the more well-dressed judges stood from his seat and addressed us. Well, more like he addressed me, as he bowed to me with a look of deep respect.

"Your Highness, I'm John Stable of the Barin Stable family. Lord Stable has the utmost respect for you. Which is why I took it upon myself to pick the judges. The other two judges beside me are Harold Grimes and Victoria Minsy." As he announces his fellow judges, both of them stand and bow towards me. "Harold is a normal civilian that works as a carriage driver. He was dining downstairs and seemed happy to help you in this matter."

"Your Highness, I'm so happy to be of help to the royal family." Harold said as I motioned first him to stand and give him a thankful nod.

"Victoria is..." John tries to introduce her but she cut him off before he could.

"I can introduce myself, Thank you." She states as if John is taking her spotlight from her. "I'm Victoria Minsy, Your Highness. I run the Minsy Trading Company. I was dining on this floor when I heard your challenge, and I must say that it is an honor to taste the meal personally cooked by His Highness the Crowned Prince." She says as if this is a major event.

I guess she will get to brag that she tasted the food cooked by the next king. Well, they all get that bragging right. Especially, If my food is good. Then they could brag that they tasted my fine cooking. If it tastes horrible, then they get to laugh with their friends about it, I guess. Of course, it won't be horrible as I know the standards of this world cooking and it's not very high. I may not be anything special when it comes to cooking, but to these people, it will be like Gordon Ramsay is cooking for them. Hehe, I'm the Gordon Ramsay to this world. Now before my culinary might! I have the erg to reenact the idiot sandwich scene with someone. Before I could slip further into my delusions, John starts speaking again.

"Your Highness, I set up the judging panel like this for a reason. You have a Noble, a wealthy merchant, and a common civilian. The panel is as diverse as I could possibly make it and we've all sworn to judge on our tastes. As you said before, we will judge the best dish. We won't vote for you unless your dish is better than the owners." He says receiving a nod of confirmation from the other two judges.

Wow, this guy works fast. Maybe I should hire him for something after this. I'll have to see what positions are open and what area he's skilled in before coming to a decision. He even thought to make the panel diverse like this. Truly a smart man, and I'm sure that he's trying to use this opportunity to showcase his skills. Of course, I have no problem with that. If you see a moment like this, then you should take advantage of every second of it. I don't fault him for it one bit. I would be angry if he was an incompetent fool, but he seems to have a good head on his shoulders.

"Good job, Mr. Staples. I'm very impressed with you." I say genuinely impressed.

"Thank you, Your Highness." He says with a bow as a prideful smile graces his lips.

"This is all very nice, but the food is getting cold as we speak. Let's get this show on the road, shall we?" Ron says as he impatiently glares at his cooling food.

"Yes, the owner is right. Let's get to eating before our food gets cold." I agree with him and the judges seat themselves.

"Alright, since we are in his establishment, we'll partake in the owner's dish first." John says as a waitress moves the dishes before him and the other two judges.

The judges look at the food in front of them with criticism. Ron made a roasted whole chicken with mixed vegetables and a baked potato. They are meant to not only judge the food on taste, but also on looks and smell. After eyeing the food for a moment, they moved their faces above the food and gave it a good sniff. They gave the food a nod of approval as it smelled good and is plated well. Grabbed their cutlery they start eating with as much etiquette as they could muster. John and Victoria have no problem with this, as one is a noble trained to act this way since birth, and the other is a merchant that had to learn these things in order to converse with Noble clients. It's Harold that's having the most difficulty right now. With shaky hands, Harold tries to copy his fellow judge's movements, so he doesn't look bad before the next king of the Fortis Kingdom.

They all start eating each section of his dish one at a time. The small smiles on their faces are all I need to know. They are definitely enjoying the meal that Ron prepared for them. Ron himself has noticed this as well. A victorious grin forms on the owner's face as he sees this as an easy win. Once the judges were finished they motioned for the staff to remove the dishes.

"Very good, this is actually what I usually order when Income here." Victoria says as she seems content with what she ate.

"Yes, I don't usually order this, but I will the next time I come for a meal." John said and Harold nods in agreement as he looks too afraid to speak in my presence. "Bring us His Highnesses dishes please." He says to the staff and they move quickly to replace the owner's dishes.

The three of them poke and prod at the food with a look of confusion. They have never eaten chicken with this weird skin on it. Nor have they seen this yellow/orange mush next to it. The only thing that they could recognize on their plates is the sautéed green beans. After smelling the food, they reluctantly cut come crispy chicken and start eating. The second the chicken entered their mouth, I imagined them having a foodgasm like the people from Shokugeki no souma. Alas, they didn't cum their brains out at the slightest taste of my food, but they did let out a hum of satisfaction.

The judges weren't able to stop themselves, as they picked my plate of food clean. Harold the commoner practically licked the plate clean. The Mac and cheese and green beans were a bit as well. When they put a fork full of Mac and cheese in their mouths, albeit reluctantly, their eyes widened in surprise at how good it tastes. When Ron saw that they started to pick the plate clean, he broke out in a nervous sweat. After they finished eating my dish, they stood from their seats and thanked us for our cooking. They then left the room to deliberate on their decision. While they were gone, I turned to the now very nervous owner, Ron.

"Starting to feel the heat, Ron?" I taint in a good nature type of manner.

"I wouldn't have become a chef if I couldn't handle the heat, Your Highness." He quips back at me with a wry smile.

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