The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 565 Five-Star Chef
This dish requires rather complicated preparation of the ingredients.

Especially the step of sewing the dismembered Emperor Sand Scorpion back into place, if the sewing is too tight or too loose, it will affect the taste.

If Moran hadn't also reached the pinnacle of sewing magic, she might not have been able to do it so skillfully.

In other words, this dish requires not only a high level of cooking magic, but also a certain level of sewing and butchering magic.

However, no matter how troublesome dealing with the Emperor Sand Scorpion was, Moran felt that it was not as troublesome as dealing with the noisy Knottak.

He was like a curious child, wanting to know the truth about everything.

After answering his question, he could still talk on and on about a whole bunch of random things.

Moran even suspects that conversations with Knottak during the cooking process are part of the chef's grading system.

Although her cooking magic level is high enough to allow her to multitask.

The kitchen utensils are busy with their own things, and she can easily chat with people while she's distracted.

But Klotak was just too talkative!
The kitchen utensils could stop and rest for a while after finishing their tasks, but Moran had been distracted by dealing with Crotak ever since he redeemed the material card.

As soon as Moran finished speaking, Klotak opened his mouth again.

Moran was either answering him or listening to him.

There wasn't a single moment of silence lasting more than three seconds during our first meeting.

Klotak always had something to say.

Moran knew rationally that he was an old dragon over three thousand years old, a brilliant and renowned figure in the dragon race, a race full of talented people.

At first, I subconsciously used honorifics when I spoke to him.

She carefully avoided revealing her identity as a witch.

But after talking to him for so long, seeing him again, all I can think of is the word "chatterbox".

Moran had never met anyone so eloquent.

It wasn't until the giant scorpion was squeezed out by the yellow sand, all the salt crystals were peeled off, and a specially made oversized silver plate containing the giant scorpion floated onto the table, emitting the aroma of scorpion meat, that Klotak's attention finally shifted to the food. He stopped talking incessantly and instead took a deep breath, as if he were intoxicated by the sudden fragrance.

A small silver knife pried open the seam of the scorpion's body, and the seemingly intact armor plates of the Emperor Sand Scorpion crumbled inch by inch, revealing the faintly visible, oily, brownish-yellow scorpion meat inside.

“You can start tasting now,” Moran said.

The cutlery landed on the table, and Crotak suddenly woke up. Unusually, he didn't reply, but instead picked up the cutlery, peeled off the scorpion's shell, and cut himself a large piece of meat.

Klotak did not display any dining etiquette, but his earnest tasting and demeanor were incredibly elegant to any cook.

After just one bite, Klotak exclaimed, "This is the texture that the Emperor Sand Scorpion can achieve! It's incredible! Five stars for deliciousness! Five stars for cooking speed! Five stars for culinary creativity..."

He said "five stars" several times in a row, then tossed her a five-star chef badge and buried himself in his food.

Vasita had great confidence in Moran's culinary skills, but she frowned after taking a bite of the scorpion meat.

For her, the scorpion meat tasted very good, but it was a little salty.

If the saltiness could be just a little less, it would be perfect for her.

Seeing how much Klotak was enjoying his food, she suddenly realized, "So Klotak likes salty food!"

Moran asked curiously, "What did you make when you were being assessed for your chef level?"

"My culinary masterpiece—candied sweet potatoes. Based on the candied sweet potatoes from Earth," Vasita whispered.
"The candied fruit wasn't even properly pulled apart, the heat wasn't controlled well, and I made a huge batch all at once. I was a witch, and that's how I barely got a one-star chef qualification. I really almost didn't pass."

“It’s not just Crotak who likes salty food; most brass dragons probably prefer something a little saltier,” Moran said. “Candied sweet potatoes would probably suit the tastes of silver dragons better.”

"What? I've been on Delicious Island for so many years and I never knew that dragons had such distinct tastes!" Vasita exclaimed in surprise.

She usually cooks for Long Ke according to her own taste.

"A top chef is one who can adjust the flavor of the dish according to the diners' tastes... Mmm! I love this dish so much!"

Before Klotak could finish speaking, he stuffed another bite of meat into his mouth.

Moran suddenly realized that being a foodie was his true nature; even his talkative personality had to give way when faced with delicious food.

Even if dragons transform into humans, their essence remains unchanged; their appetite will not decrease as a result.

Of the giant scorpion, Vasita ate only a small piece of its flesh; the rest was eaten by Klotak.

“Miss Moran, these are all the unclaimed houses and vacant plots of land on Delicious Island. Where would you like to stay?”

"Tell me your ideas, and I guarantee my servants will build you a comfortable place to live. Don't worry about the budget; there's no limit to the cost of hiring a five-star chef. If you tell me, and I have the resources, I'll definitely get it done!"

Klotak couldn't wait to have Moran settle on Delicious Island so he could go there often to order delicious food.

Klotak made no attempt to conceal his intention to keep her, but Moran only specified a plot of land in the western district near Vasita's residence:
"I'll stay here! There's no need to build any additional accommodation. I'm used to my own mobile home, so I can move in right away."

"Do you need any other magical resources? I'll exchange the resettlement funds for the corresponding magical resources for you," Klotak said.

“No need. Delicious Island won’t be the end of my journey.” Moran said directly, “If you like desert salt-baked giant scorpion, I can write down the cooking method for you. You have so many excellent chefs around you, there should be quite a few who can make this dish well.”

Moran didn't want Klotak to come to her every day to order food; his level was too high, and it would be difficult for her mental magic to read his inherited memories without him noticing.

In her mind, the best diners should be dragons that have not yet surpassed the peak level and have not yet been to the Well of Heaven.

Klotak's smile faltered.

Is this a case of wanting to leave as soon as they arrive?

The thought that this excellent chef could not stay on Delicious Island forever made him somewhat irritable.

However, thinking of the terrifying witches, especially the Fireworks Witch who blasted his stomach open with a cannon, he managed to restrain the urge to use violence to keep the witch in place.

She's a witch!

She's a witch!

She's a witch!

Anita, that terrifying witch, said that if he dared to restrict a witch's personal freedom again, she would blow his tongue off next time.

A five-star chef is less important than a discerning palate.

“Alright!” Klotak said regretfully, “If you change your mind later, be sure to let me know. The promised benefits will always be valid!”