01x03 - Episode 3

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They say young people are impatient.

Didn't think you'd be this impatient.

I want to restore magic too,

but conquering the kingdom
and toppling the regime

takes careful planning.

You're in such a rush,

you must have another reason.

Let's hear it, then.

That tyrant k*lled my family!

In 99 days, it'll be the
anniversary of their deaths.

I'll take his head to
honor my family's memory!

Next time you make up a
story, watch your wording.

Sigh.

Guess ignorance finally caught up to him.

Back when magic ruled the world,

there were plenty of problems too.

But the goal

was always a better civilization.

The former king embraced magic

after witnessing Archmage
Mo Lei's miracle.

He saw magic's endless potential.

Of course,

not everyone is born with magic.

Different talents

create different social status.

But I saw it as growing pains.

That's when I swore

everyone would have magic.

So

I searched countless ancient texts,

looking for a way to
create and teach magic.

After years of searching,

and reading countless books,

I found an ancient tome called Get Good.

It didn't just explain
how to pass on magic.

It also contained
long-lost forbidden spells.

Then,

those filthy bandits

showed up out of nowhere.

They looted, robbed, and wrecked
everything indiscriminately.

They ruined my dream

of giving magic to everyone.

Those filthy sc*mbags!

See?

Who's the uncultured one now?

Why are we even working with this idiot?

An educated man taking orders from a fool.

What a disgrace.

What a sad joke.

I've had enough!

Why do we have to sit here
listening to him yap?

Let's just knock him out
and wipe everyone else out!

No!

If we're taking down the imposter,

we need to unite the opposing factions!

The mages are indispensable allies!

Have some tea.

Why are you holding your arm up?

Just stretching these old bones.

Here.

Wipe your mouth.

Wipe my mouth?

What's wrong with me?

Why does he drool whenever he sees me?

And he looks so nervous like
he's about to throw up.

He must really be into me.

What was that just now?

Why did I suddenly feel like throwing up?

You're asking me?

I'm the one who wants to
throw up looking at him!

Sorry.

Maybe what I said was just too profound.

It put too much pressure on you.

Young man,

since heaven blessed you
with limitless magic,

you should embrace your destiny.

As they say,

with great power comes
great responsibility.

That's what I wanted to ask.

What's your plan?

And what can I do?

Remember that ancient
book I told you about?

I secretly hid it away.

The forbidden spells inside
need immense magical power.

I tried using them once,

but my power was nowhere near enough.

Not even one spell.

But you're different.

So...

I want you to use Get Good

to change the world.

I'm sure I left it here.

Hang on.

Let me look again.

My dear apprentice,

hold these for me.

What is all this weird junk?

Master said they're family heirlooms.

Guess being scatterbrained
runs in the family.

Found it!

This is it.

Open it.

The spells inside

defy the natural order.

That's why they're forbidden.

Once you master them,
you must use them wisely.

Or they'll become a double-edged sword.

Get Better.

What did you just read?

Get Better.

That's right.

Wait... Why is the title different?

Oh, no!

This is a cookbook!

When I was exiled to District
Nine, I was searched.

To protect the ancient book,

I used my family's cookbook as a decoy.

The titles differed by just one word.

But I mixed them up.

I brought home the cookbook

and turned in the real book.

If they thought the ancient
book was a cookbook,

it's probably stored

beneath the central
kitchen in District Nine.

The central kitchen...

We need a way inside.

Hey, you three! What's with the cleaver

hanging from your waist?

Here to try out for the chef recruitment?

Young man.

We...

Exactly!

I'm looking for the registration desk.

Mind pointing me the way?

Can you actually cook?

Don't worry.

I'm an excellent cook!

Yeah.

Excellent at ruining food.

Hello, everyone.

I'm the administrator

of District Nine's Central Kitchen.

My last name is Huang.

Huang, as in the color yellow.

Since you're all here today,

I'm sure you've got real skills.

Let's start with some introductions.

I'm Menace Liu, 58th successor
of Chrysanthemum House.

I'm Dimwit Mei.

I trained under Master
Brock of the Royal District.

I'm Rusty, head chef of New Dragon Gate,

the biggest restaurant in District Nine.

I'm Overkill Yu, creator
of the legendary dish

Stargazy Pie.



Trained by my father-in-law.

Meow, the Culinary God known
for one legendary cleaver.

That dull cleaver? You call
yourself the Culinary God?

Kid, quit bragging!

Dongbei?

Never heard of a
restaurant like that here.

I think I remember.

Isn't it just a frozen
meal fast-food place?

The Royal City urgently
needs one chef this time.

No idea why

District Nine got this honor.

But I hope you all seize this chance.

Do your best.

They're recruiting a
chef from District Nine?

Perfect chance to get into the Royal City.

As you can see,

the ingredients are ready,

and every cooking tool is available.

Show us your skills

and make your signature dish.

In three hours,

our head chef will judge your dishes

and choose one

to be sent to the Royal City.

Well then... Let's begin.

Isn't that the same slop
you made yesterday morning?

Honestly, it tasted awful.

Can't you make something different?

You'll definitely lose with that.

Relax.

I've done the math.

I'm feeling good about this one.

Chef,

everything's ready.

Please come taste the dishes.

The smell alone made me sick next door.

Doesn't look like there's
anything impressive.

That's the head chef of District
Nine's Central Kitchen.

Chef Ram, the man with the God's Tongue.

They say once he licks a dish,

every single flavor is forever etched

into his taste buds!

What an overwhelming presence!

Don't make eye contact.

He'll lick you next!

This is bad!

Rejected just by the look of it?

I'll take that one.

What?

He actually picked it?

Why pick the stew that isn't even plated?

He's not even going to taste it?

That's it? The judging's over?

At least give us an explanation.

I'm afraid, everyone.

Since the head chef has made his decision,

I'll have to ask you all to leave.

What a joke! What the heck was that?

God's Tongue? More like
a complete nutcase.

He hasn't come out.

Could it be...

he got the job?

Idiots.

No way I'd hand over an
opportunity like this.

They told me to pick a winner.

So I just put on a show.

I kept the worst cook,

then submitted my own feast

alongside it.

Compared to that mess,

they're bound to choose
me for the Royal Palace.

I've had enough of this dump.

A man with the God's Tongue

reduced to food inspections
for a bunch of nobodies!

What a joke!

And you...

You're just some waiter
from a rundown restaurant.

Stop dreaming about striking it rich.

I let you hear all that as a warning.

Behave, and I'll get
you a decent job here.

But if you run your mouth,

I'll shut your dump down for good

over food safety violations.

He's both the referee and a contestant.

He cheats openly and still
throws his weight around!

Why won't you let me beat him senseless?

I told you. Be patient.

I've already planned it out.

Planned what?

Just stand there while
he uses you as a prop?

If we don't stop him now,

we'll lose our best chance
to enter the Royal City!

Enough!

Stop thinking violence solves everything.

If you want to reclaim the throne,

you can't only think about today.

Only by winning the people

can you win the kingdom.

I get it now.

Whenever I strongly disagree with you,

I feel like throwing up.

Meow.

The head chef asked me
to find you a job here.

Meow.

Are you okay?

I...

I'm fine.

I'm just a little excited.

I checked around.

The kitchen's full.

But the warehouse needs another hand.

If you don't mind...

Not at all. I'd be glad to.

Your Highness.

You haven't eaten a single
bite since you arrived.

King Lie is very worried.

So we picked two dishes
from your hometown,

District Nine, for you to try.

Please... Just have one bite.

Or King Lie will punish me.

Stop calling me "Your Highness".

I have nothing to do with him.

Watch closely.

This dish may be called Clear Broth,

but it demands the finest ingredients.

Every cut has to be just right.

What on earth did you chop, Wang Xiaoming?

You're insulting the food!

I'm cooking with heart. - Stop!

Don't dump that garbage into the pot!

Instead of learning how to cook,

your head's always full of nonsense!

Come on, Dad.

It might actually taste pretty good.

Look at what he threw into the pot first!

Still tastes awful.

How is this possible?

Why did they pick that nobody?

There's got to be something
wrong with that stew!

Otherwise, how could my
masterpiece lose to it?

Where is it? Where's that stew?

There it is!

Let's see

what's so special about it.

This dish is truly remarkable.

The textures are incredibly rich.

The flavors come in distinct layers.

It starts out savory,

then slowly reveals a
hint of sweet and sour.

The texture is smooth,

yet you can still taste
the hearty ingredients,

along with the fine texture
from careful grinding.

This is the central kitchen warehouse.

Tomorrow, start by checking inventory.

Get familiar with the place.

I searched high and low,

and it landed in my lap.

Once he's dead,

I'll be the only one
who can make this dish.

No point dragging it out.

I'll do it tomorrow.