One cold and windy night in an old town called Epic Citadel a chef was selling his food for the winter. He owned the best shop in town and his name was Donnovan. Donnovan loved his shop so when he heard the King was coming to test his food he went wild. If the king liked his food he would make him the royal chef but if not he would close down his shop for ever.
Meanwhile another salesman heard the news, Donnovan’s rival to be exact, his name was Jonathan. Jonathan worked every bit as hard as his rival but never managed to get to the same level as Donnovan. Now was his chance to prove he was better. When he heard the news he went straight to the King and said, "Your majesty the man you chose doesn't deserve the honour of cooking for you."
"Very well we shall have a contest tomorrow four pm if you don't turn up then you lose," replied the King. The next day Jonathan rushed down to the spot where the King had told him to go and the competition began. He quickly started to bake the King’s favourite dish.
In about thirty minutes it was ready and Jonathan handed it to the King. Suddenly he remembered he had forgotten to put in the main ingredient and the king was lifting it to his mouth. He swallowed it down.
"Perfect, how did you know I don't like chilli in it?" asked a satisfied King.
"It's all in here," Jonathan said tapping his head.
"I think it is an easy win for you. Off to the castle we go" replied the King.
Off they went… a successful chef and a King.
