Chapter 15 Kitchen

Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

Chapter 15 Kitchen

The kitchen is a place where patience is spent, especially a large kitchen like this that is responsible for hundreds of people. They do assembly line work every day. On the Great Wall, he was taken care of because of his previous frailty and only had to cook some soup every day.

At this time, Cole was in charge of chopping onions. He had no protective gloves and covered his face with a piece of rag. He was laughed at by other cooks, saying that he was pretentious like a noble lady.

Chef Gage was also dissatisfied with his behavior and had been making him unhappy these days.

The smell of onions is very strong, and the juice burns on my hands after being soaked in it for a long time, and my eyes are often filled with tears. No wonder I gave him this job.

Onions are delivered to the kitchen in horse-drawn carriages every day.

As a cook servant in Winterfell, he naturally can no longer enjoy the guest's private room, but lives together with a group of cooks of different ages.

Every morning, I was woken up from bed by chef Gage's ghostly howling voice, and then I plunged into a tiring day of work. There was no so-called rest day, all year round.

Sometimes the lord has to receive guests, and they have to be busy until midnight.

Chefs mostly do chores, relying on physical strength rather than skills. The only real chef is the head chef. He will personally be responsible for the meals of several young ladies in the castle every day.

Cole was carrying a large box of ingredients through the front yard of the castle. The morning sun, like a sharp sword, had just cut through the corner of the night. The sky was still gray. Passing by the martial arts field, he saw a man wielding a sword on the school field.

He couldn't help but stop and look, just like he used to watch the night brothers training on the Great Wall.

The man seemed to realize that someone was probing him. He turned around and caught Cole's gaze. Sir Harris Moran recognized this man at a glance as the boy who drew the sword in the hall.

Look at him wearing a tattered cloth robe and holding a large box of ingredients on his chest.

Sir Moran nodded to him, and Cole nodded in response.

Cole withdrew his gaze and turned towards the kitchen, while Moran continued his morning exercises. His ability to take over the position of captain of the guard after Jory left Winterfell was naturally inseparable from his diligence.

"Hi, Harris. Are you the first again?" Other guards also came one after another.

"If I don't get up earlier, how can I tame you bastards?"

"Oh, Captain. You should really go to King's Landing with the Duke. He always appreciates your diligence, and maybe he will recommend you to serve as the Kingsguard for the Fat King. Hahaha"

"Don't tell me, I really hope to go to the south with the Duke. I heard that there is a whole street full of brothels, and I heard that there are also birdmen from the Summer Islands." A guard responded.

"Damn it, now is not the time for you to talk about whores. Let me train you all." Moran roared.

Cole carried the box and put it in the kitchen storage room. In the back kitchen, the cooks were listlessly busy with their tasks, while Chef Gage was like a cockerel, patrolling around and scolding the lazy guys.

When he saw Cole walking out of the hiding room, he walked over aggressively, pointed at Cole's head and cursed: "My Gods, are you hiding in the hiding room and being lazy? If you don't want to go back to your Great Wall,

Just go and cut all the onions for me."

Cole lowered his head, a look of anger flashed across his face, "Okay, Mr. Chef."

Don't think about explaining anything to him, he just doesn't like you.

There were gloating glances from all around. They all knew that chopping onions was a hard job. This new boy somehow managed to offend the chef, and now he has to suffer.

At first, Gage didn't bother to pay attention to the kid, but then the adult said something to him, which made Gage even more difficult for the kid. Although the man was just the adopted son of the Duke, he had offended a night watchman.

Boy, it's better than offending that adult.

"If you don't finish chopping the onions, I won't be able to eat your lunch today." Behind him, Gage shouted at the top of his lungs.

He looked at those around him who were gloating about their misfortune, "You are the same!"

In an instant, the kitchen became very busy and there was no food to eat. That was not okay. Their kitchen was the most lucrative job in the castle. They came in just to eat well here.

Cole looked at his soaked and red hands. If he continued like this, let alone holding a sword, he couldn't tell whether his hands would become useless. He crushed a broken onion into pieces, and the juice flowed in his hands.

, he really wanted to throw the things away and walk away.

But after thinking about it, I couldn't help but sigh. Maybe it was just the kid in the kitchen who was difficult to deal with. The Stark family was at least an honorable family and would not make things difficult for him.

It's definitely a lie if he's not angry. He obviously came here with passion and thought he could make great achievements here, but what he's doing now is nothing.

Someone saw Cole in a daze and quietly came to Gage and whispered something. Sure enough, the short fat man rushed over with an angry face and hit Cole on the back with a stick, "You

The thing raised by a cousin is fucking lazy."

Cole felt a burning sensation on his back, and he couldn't help but think to himself that if he had the chance, he would definitely return it.

He holds grudges and also holds favors.

He lowered his head and silently broke the onions.

Seeing Cole's silence, Gage sneered and walked away.

The snitch thought he had provided the chief chef with great information, and was feeling very proud. Unexpectedly, Gage also slapped him and said, "If you don't work hard, what are you thinking about?"

The Duke of Winterfell is a man who values ​​honor, so these servants naturally follow his master, and such informants are always disliked.

The whistleblower did not dare to blame the chef, so he could only cast his stern eyes on Cole.

The busy work from morning to night was a bit too much even if Cole's physique strengthened. After finishing the work, he returned to his residence with a tired body. He was almost the last one to leave. The onions on the lord's dinner table were consumed very quickly. This kind of energy

Food to ward off the cold is very popular in the north.

What used to be the work of several people was now left to Cole alone.

When he returned to his residence, it was noisy inside. The room that was originally for five people was now packed with people. In the center of the crowd, a man was dancing with a sword, throwing some bones and rotten meat smuggled out of the kitchen into the sky.

Then he swung his sword to chop, and his funny look made the cooks laugh.

"When I was young, a knight praised me for my ability to swing a sword. If my father hadn't allowed me to become a squire, I might have become an honorary knight of the Seven Kingdoms now." The guy who wielded the sword was the informant in the kitchen.

people.

"You kid, just fart. Your sword dance looks like a dwarf jester. You should dance for the king or be a eunuch."

Everyone was filled with laughter again.

At this time, people outside noticed Cole walking in with a gloomy face, and instantly put away their smiles.
Chapter completed!