A Delighful Sampling

Zenia began preparing the dishes that she planned to present to the head cook. She already felt that she was not welcome, and it did not surprise her anymore. It was a common occurrence in any place when there was a new worker, even in Ishelon. These workers would always feel threatened when somebody new was hired. The treatment was even worse for those who came from a distant land.

No matter how the head cook looked at Zenia's movement when preparing the ingredients for her dish, she was really amazed. Zenia seemed to be dancing and well-adept in handling her knives. The chopping and clashing sounds of the knives along with the splashing of water were in perfect rhythm. Even the sound when she was placing the prepared ingredients on the plates seemed like music to the head cook's ears.

'Humph, let's see if your dish is as good as mine.'