Sitting in a chair, Soren read through the parchments listing the best chefs carefully.
The Queen had asked him to find at least five of the most skilled ones so that each could focus on a separate dish, ensuring the feast would be ready in time. Guests would hate to eat meals that weren't freshly cooked at the Hunting Festival.
He rubbed his temple and sighed. The task sounded simple, yet nobles' egos made it unnecessarily complicated. Every chef came with their own patron, and every patron expected their cook to be "the star of the table."
It's not like they'll get any money from it anyway…
He sighed again, placing one parchment aside, a faint frown forming on his lips.
"If only people cared as much about taste as they do about names…" he muttered. After all, they only wanted their titles to linger on everyone's tongues.
