Chapter 25 Sizzle Sizzle Sizzle!

With a sense of accomplishment, the goblin carefully poured the freshly squeezed clementine juice into a small glass, holding it up like a precious treasure. He took a deep breath and brought the glass to his lips and gulped it down in one go, savoring the taste of sweet nectar as it washed over his tongue. For a moment, all the struggle and effort faded away, replaced by the delightful taste that brought a smile to his face.

"Mmmmm! Grrrr... deeeelicious!" he mumbled with sheer satisfaction, the juice trickling down his chin like a sparkling waterfall and adding a playful hint of color to his already quirky appearance.

As I let out a good-natured grunt to catch his attention, I couldn't help but chuckle, "Ahhem! I had the impression that you were making me a quencher, not guzzling all the juice for yourself," I playfully teased with a wide grin.

The goblin, startled from his moment of bliss, let out an adorable yelp as if he had just stumbled upon a hidden treasure. 

"Whaa! Master! Me so sorry for the forgetfulness! Here, here, have the quencher right away! I will fix it, yes, yes! No worries, Master, I got it all sorted! Just a small hiccup, nothing to fret about, hehe!"

With energy, the goblin quickly sprang into action, squeezing another glass of juice. His tiny body seemed to scuttle and dance around, resembling a whirlwind of activity as he prepared the second glass with dedication.

 "Grrooot! Gaargh! Almost ready! Hold on, Master!"

He brought me a freshly filled glass, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, and his pointy ears wiggled with anticipation as he handed me the glass.

I chuckled at his eagerness, taking the glass from his tiny green hands.

 "Thank you!" I said, trying to imitate the goblin's excitement in my voice.

 "I've been waiting for this quencher all day!"

The goblin giggled in delight, his high-pitched laughter sounding like a series of playful squeaks.

 "Hehehe! You're welcome, Master! Enjoy the juice, it's the freshest and most delicious quencher you'll ever taste!" he yelled, hopping around in excitement, his feet making tiny thumping sounds on the floor.

I took a sip and nodded with satisfaction.

 "Yep! It's clementine juice, alright!" I thought to myself, thoroughly impressed.

The goblin beamed with pride, his bulbous eyes shining with joy. 

"M-m-m-master likes it? Oh, thank you! Thank you!" he squeaked, doing a little happy dance that involved a combination of hopping, spinning, and waving his spindly arms in the air.

"Now that we have a quencher, what's for breakfast on the menu?" I asked, my playful tone hinting at the exciting feast ahead.

The goblin's eyes gleamed with excitement, and he leaped with joy, yelping, "The meat! The glorious meat!" With unparalleled enthusiasm, he darted toward the fridge, flinging open the doors with gusto.

 "Oh, beautiful meat! You shall make the most scrumptious breakfast feast!" he cooed, his voice filled with joy.

My eyes widened in surprise as he pulled out what looked like the finest piece of Wagyu meat I had ever seen. It was like a prized cut of wagyu, tender and glistening with succulence. My mouth watered just looking at it. But that wasn't all; he also grabbed an assortment of tomatoes, eggs, and mashed potatoes, piling them all onto his small hands with utter delight.

Climbing atop a chair, he dramatically dropped the ingredients on the table, each move accompanied by whispered words of praise for the culinary treat he was about to create.

"Ah, yes, the eggs - a splendid choice! And let's not forget the magical touch of bread crumbs and salt! Oh, what an epic adventure we shall have!" he muttered, his voice a symphony of excitement and culinary secrets.

With careful precision, the goblin cracked the eggs into a bowl, adding handfuls of bread crumbs and a generous pinch of salt. He then proceeded to rummage through the spice rack, skillfully tossing in an array of spices with masterful flair.

"Mmm, yes! Perfect, perfect! A pinch of this, a dash of that!" he happily muttered to himself, his goblin excitement radiating from him like rays of sunshine.

As he mixed and stirred the ingredients, his excitement soared.

 "Whisk, whisk, whisk! Mix, mix, mix! Stir it all together, let the flavors dance and mingle!" he chanted in a sing-song tone, his movements becoming a mesmerizing dance of culinary expertise.

 Watching him, it was evident that this little goblin was a culinary artist in his own right.

Next came the most heartwarming part of the spectacle. He cradled the precious meat tenderly, cooing to it with the utmost care, as if it were a beloved child. 

"You're my little culinary treasure, yes you are! Ready to shine in the pan! Oh, my precious one, you shall be the star of this tasty masterpiece!" He whispered sweetly.

With skillful precision and finesse, he expertly sliced the meat into flawless portions, handling each slice with the care of a devoted caretaker tending to a prized possession. His touch was gentle and nurturing as if he were cradling a beloved newborn in his arms. With a soft murmur of endearment, he delicately returned the leftover meat to the refrigerator, ensuring its preservation and well-being.

 "There, there, my precious meat, you're in good hands. Mama Goblin will take care of you! Rest well, my precious meat, don't worry, I'll be back for you soon, my little one!"

He hopped back onto the chair and dramatically brandished a small hammer as if preparing for an epic battle against the meat. With an air of confidence, he began to hammer the meat, putting his heart and soul into each strike until he was satisfied with its tenderness. All while humming a delightful tune of culinary prowess.

"Bang, bang, tenderize and make it divine! Tenderize, tenderize, make it oh so nice!"

Once the meat was thoroughly mangled to perfection, he gracefully dropped it into the mysterious sauce he had concocted earlier. The goblin's small, quick hands moved with finesse as he stirred the mixture, ensuring that every fiber of the meat was coated in the flavorful blend.

 "Now, my precious meat, soak in all the flavors! Mmmm... delicious flavors..."

Moving with surprising grace, he grabbed a cooking pan and ignited the stove, filling the kitchen with a tantalizing aroma.

"Oh, the magic of animal fat! This will make it divine! Into the pan, my culinary canvas! Feel the sizzle, the dance of flavors!" he cried, as he heated the stove and released a burst of tantalizing aroma into the air.

The sizzling sound of animal fat hitting the pan was music to the goblin's ears. With precision and skill, the goblin carefully arranged the meat slices in the pan, their sizzling sound like a symphony of deliciousness. 

"Oh, yes, yes, yes! Sizzle and pop! Best sound ever!" the goblin yelled with sheer delight, his pointy ears twitching with excitement as he skillfully handled the pan.

 He also deftly mashed potatoes together, creating a delightful accompaniment for the main course.

"Oh yes, sizzling sssoundsss! Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!" the goblin chanted with glee, "Meatsss, potatoes, oh so deliciousss! Master chef, that's me!"

After a few minutes of intense cooking, his masterpiece was complete. He artfully plated the dish, adorning it with expertly sliced tomatoes, adding a touch of color and freshness to the already tantalizing ensemble.

"Oh yes, this is going to be glorious! A touch of spice here, a burst of flavor there! A tomato slice there! Perfection, absolute perfection!" the goblin muttered to himself in a high-pitched voice.

Finally, with a playful yet endearing attempt at a graceful bow, the goblin stood before the table, proudly presenting the delectable breakfast. 

"Your breakfast is ready, master," he muttered with a hint of excitement in his voice. 

"Please dig in and savor every delightful bite. It's an honor to serve you such a magnificent creation!"

 I stared at the dish prepared by the goblin, my initial surprise turning into reluctant fascination. Tentatively, I took a few bites, and to my astonishment, it was the most exquisite flavor I had ever experienced in a long while. My taste buds danced with delight, but my mind couldn't help but wonder how this seemingly dimwitted goblin had managed to create such a culinary masterpiece.

My curiosity piqued, and I turned to the goblin, "This is... surprisingly delicious. I must admit, I didn't expect such skill from a goblin. Where on earth did you learn to cook this well?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of amazement and wariness.

The goblin beamed, his ears twitching with joy.

"Oh, thank you, Master! Goblinworth lives to please your taste buds, yes, yes! Nothing brings me greater joy than seeing that look of satisfaction on your face!"

I couldn't help but be amused by the goblin's theatrics, his wide grin displaying a few missing teeth.

 "Well, Goblinworth, I must say, you've truly outdone yourself! This is truly a culinary delight," I praised, trying not to laugh at his antics.

His elation quickly gave way to a melancholic tone as he continued, "But you see, Master, Goblinworth's journey to becoming a master chef was fraught with peril and despair. You see, goblins are not known for their culinary prowess, but Goblinworth was tasked with the daunting responsibility of feeding the ruling goblins. Oh, the horrors that awaited if the food failed to meet their tastes!" he shuddered, his eyes wide with fear.

"Goblinworth learned to use every ounce of wit and cunning to create dishes that would appease the goblin rulers with the very limited ingredients we had. It was a matter of life and death, you see. Failure meant a fate worse than death. So, Goblinworth persisted, enduring the torment, until finally, a spark of culinary brilliance emerged," he explained with an odd sense of pride.

With a mix of horror and morbid curiosity, I prodded further, "What kind of punishments, Goblinworth? I can't imagine they were pleasant."

The goblin's face twisted with dread as he replied, "Oh, Master, the punishments were unspeakable! Whips, beatings, and... worse, I dare not say! Goblinworth's head and mouth were put to the test, and many of my fellow goblins perished in their failed attempts to please the goblin rulers."

I couldn't help but wince at the thought of the poor goblin enduring such harsh treatment.

 "That sounds like a tough life, Goblinworth. But you endured and sharpened your skills! I can proudly call you a master chef." I said, trying to offer some comfort.

The goblin nodded, his eyes gleaming with pride. 

"Yes, Master! Goblinworth is a culinary genius, yes, he is! I survived, and now, I bring my culinary prowess to you, Master! The world shall taste the greatness of Goblinworth's creations!"