Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

Chapter 454 Rally

After a good night's sleep, Fan Wei stretched and went to the window, only to find that the weather wasn't very good today.

The hazy clouds resembled waves on the sea, and plumes of black coal smoke rose obliquely, like the breath exhaled by this disc-shaped metropolis.

Snowflakes drifted down, creating a unique atmosphere between the burning and the cold.

After washing up, Fan Wei went to the kitchen on the first floor to make breakfast. In the cold weather, a hearty meal can provide warmth for a long time.

Good morning, Kanissa.

Holding a plate, Fan Wei smiled and greeted the shop manager, who was already up, "Come and eat with us."

Compared to him, who was always running around and never seen, the teenage girl was much more competent and ran the restaurant very well.

"Good morning, boss!"

Kanissa, who looked like she hadn't slept well, turned around with dark circles under her eyes and a nervous expression. "I... I've already eaten. The restaurant has baked bread and soup."

Seeing her haggard appearance, Fan Wei couldn't help but worry that the young woman would exhaust herself.

"You don't need to try too hard, Kanisha, you've already done very well."

He beckoned over a fruit salad, saying, "You seem a bit down. Replenish your sugar and potassium levels; they're good for your skin too."

"Thank you, boss."

Faced with Fan Wei's kindness, Kanisa took a deep breath and smiled, "I will cherish the opportunity that my boss is giving me! Don't worry, I can handle it!"

"By the way, boss, were you at the restaurant today?"

"Uh..."

Now it was Fan Wei's turn to feel embarrassed. "Today, I still have to go to the Chefs' Association..."

"Alright, best of luck, boss!"

Fan Wei felt ashamed of his enthusiastic employee and secretly decided to give Kanisa a raise!

After finishing her breakfast in peace and tranquility, Kanissa watched the person she was most grateful to, yet also most indebted to, leave, breathed a sigh of relief, and silently went to the bathroom.

Hesitantly, he took out the small box he had previously received from the mysterious woman.

"Report the situation." A lazy voice came the moment the box was opened.

Kanisha swallowed nervously and reported, "Boss... he left the restaurant and is going to the Chefs' Association today. I don't know what he's going to do there."

"Don't know what to do?"

The voice on the other end snorted, "I see you don't know how to gather information. We won't be satisfied with this kind of performance. If we're in a bad mood, your brother's condition won't be good either."

Upon hearing the news about her brother, Kanissa lost control of her emotions and shouted angrily.

"You promised you wouldn't touch my brother!"

"Hehe, we did say that, but your brother was begging us not to hurt his sister. It's really touching."

The laughter coming from inside the box was chilling. Kanissa heard the woman opposite her say, "Keep gathering more intelligence on Misel Van's whereabouts, who he's meeting, and what his purpose is."

“I want all of these. If you do a good job, you’ll get plenty of rewards, and you might even get to see your brother and have a reunion during the New Year.”

After giving the conditions, the other side unilaterally cut off communication. Kanisha gripped the box tightly in her hand, feeling as if a huge weight was pressing down on her heart.

On one side is her only loving brother, and on the other is her benefactor who takes care of her.

After a difficult decision, Kanisha lowered her head heavily, her expression pained, and murmured almost inaudibly, "I'm sorry... Boss..."

On the other hand, Fan Wei didn't diligently travel by rooftop this time. Firstly, the budget was sufficient, so there was no need to save money; secondly, it would be too high-profile and attract attention.

He's going to the Chefs' Association today to finalize the establishment of a new organization with the president.

Fan Wei got off the carriage and walked towards the gate of the Imperial Capital Chefs Association. Although it was only his second time there, the doorman recognized him, and the president quickly came over.

"Misser, we've been waiting for you!"

With a hint of secret excitement, the old man led him to the president's office on the top floor.

The air was filled with the aroma of burning pine needles. The spacious office was packed with people, and dozens of chefs looked over the moment Fan Wei and the chairman entered.

"Everyone, let me introduce myself!"

After closing the door to make sure no one was eavesdropping, the chairman said in a booming voice, "This is the most famous expert in front of us! Mr. Misel Fan, ranked 43rd among chefs in the capital, a culinary genius!"

"as well as..."

He lowered his voice, speaking mysteriously, "Still that 'master's' favorite."

Because he defeated Chef Twari, who was ranked 43rd last time, Fan Wei became 43rd, and all the chefs behind him were forced to move down one place.

However, this ranking does not entirely represent culinary skills; it naturally includes factors such as the status and power of each chef.

"welcome."

"Welcome, Chef Fan."

"Hello."......

The chefs greeted each other, each with a different attitude, but all maintained basic respect and acknowledgment, especially the 'that person' the chairman mentioned.

That's the real reason they came here!

Initiated by Gonia and modified and enhanced by Fan Wei, the divine art of gastronomy has spread throughout the world, and most highly skilled chefs have been granted it.

After receiving the culinary magic, these chefs had different mindsets, but excitement and curiosity were certain.

Most chefs are not very skilled, and even if they work hard, it is difficult for them to improve their status and power. However, the Divine Art of Gourmet Food has given them hope!

So, after consideration and screening by the president, the chefs who were contacted and rushed over were basically there to learn about the magic of food.

In particular, they had heard from the chairman that Misel Fan, who had recently arrived in the capital and whose reputation was rising rapidly, had a close relationship with the God of Gourmet Food, which made people associate his strength and culinary skills with 'divine grace'.

"I'm sure you all know why I invited you all here today."

The president walked to the center of the office, stood on the thick carpet, and announced to the chefs, "We will carry forward the divine art of food and receive God's blessings!"

"Establish a church belonging to the God of Food!"

Upon hearing this, not only the other chefs, but even Fan Wei was shocked.

President, you have such big ambitions!

Everyone thought it was a secret society where they helped each other and secretly worshipped the god of food. But this old man went straight to establishing a sect and religion, even though this place was the headquarters of the Church of the God of War!

One of the more cautious and timid chefs immediately expressed concern, asking, "Isn't it... too dangerous...?"

This is a sentiment shared by many chefs.

"Hmph, how can there be no risks in doing great things?"

A haughty-looking chef with blond hair and a broad face suddenly stood up and said, "I can't stand being ordered around by those nobles forever!"

This statement immediately resonated with many, as not all chefs have status and fame.

Even most ranked chefs had to serve as retainers to the nobility, and due to their limited abilities, their positions were not high; they were merely part of the nobility's enjoyment of life and social flaunting.

Being dependent on others is bad, but what's worse is having a bad-tempered boss.

The nobles of the capital were notorious for their arrogance, barbarity, and brutality; rewards were few and far between, but bloody punishments were commonplace.

"So, make up your mind." The chairman had anticipated everyone's reaction; these chefs were all carefully considered and selected by him.

"Since you have received God's grace, it means that you have received God's glory."

"Even if we want to give up and continue to curry favor with the imperial nobles, will the Ironblood Cult of the God of War allow it? They will only sacrifice all heretics!"

This harsh reality shattered any remaining hope in anyone's heart, and then the chairman said...

"Besides, we are not without advantages. I am not the pillar of the new church..." The president looked at Fan Wei, and all the chefs looked over as well.

Fan Wei, who was listening in, was suddenly the focus of many eyes and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Why did we suddenly bring him into this?