At this time, it was not only the Huang family; the Imperial Kitchen within the palace was also shrouded in gloom.
"Useless, each and every one of you is useless. I don't care, by noon tomorrow, at the royal banquet, you must present a Spiritual Food. If you can't, all of you from the Imperial Kitchen and the Spiritual Cuisine Master Association will bring your heads to see the Emperor!"
The Third Prince, Long Qingchen, wore a livid face, pointing angrily at the silent imperial chefs and Spiritual Delicacy Masters.
Nearby, President Mu and Master Chen also remained silent.
After speaking, Long Qingchen swept his sleeves and left.
"Easier said than done, that peculiar thing, what exactly is it? Nobody knows, how can we prepare it?"
Master Chen spoke with a look of frustration.
Originally, he thought that crafting a mere five-star Spiritual Food for this banquet would suffice; he had even prepared the Nine-headed Abalone, ready to showcase his skills at the event.
