Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 15 Kitchen
The kitchen is a place to wear down patience, especially this kind of large kitchen that is in charge of hundreds of people. It does assembly line work every day. On the Great Wall, he was taken care of because of his previous weak health, and he only had to cook some soup every day.

At this time, Cole was in charge of chopping onions, without protective gloves, he barely covered his face with a rag, and was ridiculed by the other cooks, saying that he was hypocritical like a noble lady.

Chef Gage is also dissatisfied with his behavior, and has been finding him unhappy these days.

The smell of onion is very strong, the juice is hot after soaking in the hands for a long time, and the eyes are often smoked to the point of tears, no wonder he is entrusted with this job.

The onions that come to the kitchen every day are cart by cart.

As the servant of the cook in Winterfell, he can no longer enjoy the single room of the guests, but lives together with a group of cooks of different ages.

Every morning, I was woken up from the bed by the chef Gage with a ghostly voice, and then I went into a tiring day of work. There was no so-called rest day, and it was open all year round.

Sometimes the lord wants to receive guests, and they even have to work until midnight.

Chefs do more chores, relying on physical strength rather than skills. The real chef is only the head chef. He will personally take care of the meals for the young masters and ladies in the castle every day.

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

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

The man seemed to have sensed that someone was probing him. He turned his head and met Cole's eyes. Sir Harris Moran recognized this man as the boy who had drawn his sword in the hall.

Look at him wearing a tattered cloth robe, with a large box of ingredients around his chest.

Ser Moran nodded at him, and Cole nodded back.

Cole withdrew his gaze and turned to the back kitchen, while Moran continued his morning exercises. He was able to take over the position of captain of the guards after Jory left Winterfell, which was naturally inseparable from his diligence.

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

"Don't worry about it earlier, how to tame you bastards."

"Oh, Captain. You should really go to King's Landing with the Duke. He has always appreciated your hard work. Maybe he will recommend you to be Kingsguard for the fat king. Hahaha"

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

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

Cole carried the box and put it in the storage room of the kitchen. In the back kitchen, the cooks were listlessly busy with their work, while Chef Gage was like a high-spirited fighter rooster, patrolling around to scold lazy guys.

Seeing Cole walk out of the hiding room, he stepped 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 chop up the onions for me."

Cole lowered his head, his face flashed sullenly, "Okay, Master Chef."

Don't try to explain anything to him, he just doesn't like you.

There were schadenfreude looks from all around, they all knew that chopping onions was a hard job, this new kid somehow messed with the Master 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 make things harder for the kid.Although that person is only the adopted son of the Duke, it is better to offend a kid from the night watchman than to offend the lord.

"If you don't finish chopping the onions, I won't eat your lunch today." Gage shouted loudly behind him.

He looked at those gloating around him, "You too!"

In an instant, the back kitchen was in full swing. If there was no food, that would not work. Their back kitchen was the most lucrative job in the castle, and they came in just to eat well here.

Cole looked at his hands that were soaked red. If this continues, let alone holding a sword, it’s hard to tell whether his hands will be destroyed. He squeezed a broken onion into pieces, and the juice was flowing in his hands , he really wanted to throw the thing away and walk away.

But after thinking about it, he couldn't help sighing, 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 they wouldn't make things difficult for him.

It must be false not to be annoyed. He obviously came here with enthusiasm, thinking that he could make contributions here, but what he is doing now is nothing.

Someone saw that Cole was in a daze, and quietly came to Gage's side and whispered something. Sure enough, the short fat man rushed over with a face full of anger, and hit Cole on the back with a stick, "You It's something raised by a cousin, and he's being lazy."

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

He holds vengeance, but also remembers kindness.

He lowered his head and silently went to break the onion.

Seeing that Colemo was silent, Gage walked away with a sneer.

The whistleblower, who thought he had provided the head chef with incredible information, was complacent. Unexpectedly, Gage also slapped him, "I'm not working hard, I'm thinking about something."

The Duke of Winterfell is a person who values ​​honor, these servants naturally follow the Lord, and this kind of informant villain has never been liked.

The informer didn't dare to complain about the head chef, so he could only look hard at Cole.

Busy work from morning to night, even if Cole's physique strengthened, he would not be able to bear it. After finishing the work, he returned to the residence with a tired body. Foods that dispel the cold are very popular in the northern border.

It was originally the work of several people, but now it is handed over to Cole alone.

When he returned to the residence, it was noisy inside. The room originally used to be five people was now full of people.In the middle of the crowd, one was dancing with a sword, throwing some bones and rotten meat smuggled out of the kitchen into the sky, and then swung the sword to chop. The funny appearance made the cooks laugh.

"When I was young, some knights praised me for my good sword swing. If my father didn't approve of me being a squire, I might have become a famous knight of the Seven Kingdoms now." The guy who swung the sword was the informant in the kitchen. people.

"Just fart you boy, you dance the sword like a dwarf jester, you should dance for the king, or be a eunuch."

Everyone laughed again.

At this time, the people outside noticed that Cole walked in with a sullen face, and immediately put away his smile.

(End of this chapter)