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This is the re-uploaded version of chapter 3 which was re-uplaoded at the same time of the uploading of chapter 76. I've tried my best to remove mistakes, add things and get rid of things as I see fit. I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 3: The Art of Cookery

I walked down the stone path, surveying my surroundings. The sun was beginning to set. I realised I must have spent at least an hour with Brianna, learning how to survive in the outdoors. I wondered curiously what Lev was going to teach me. I carried on for about ten minutes, mulling the entire situation over in my head.

Then, finally, I arrived at a small stone windmill. The breeze was spinning the windmill around. Outside was a field full of grain. I very curiously opened the door, and a wonderful smell hit my nose. It was a smell of food, and pie, and more food; it smelt wonderful. I sniffed, and tiptoed cautiously inside.

The room I'd just walked into was a kitchen. There were two tables. One table had a bucket, a pot, a knife, and a large cabbage on it. The other table had a chocolate bar, and a pie dish on it. There was a large bowl on the sink, and there were two large stoves by the door. The most surprising thing in this room, however, was a large flour bin on the other end of the room, with a large pipe leading up from the bin to the upper floors. There was also a wooden ladder on the other end of the room, letting people climb up to the other floors through a trapdoor. There weren't many people inside the kitchen. There was a man washing his hands in the sink, and another one sitting down by a table chopping up a banana.

Another person was cooking something on the range. This man wore a large chef's hat on his head, covering his hair. He had a small black beard. He wore a white apron over a white shirt, and he wore a large dazzling white cape. Like the other guides, he had a large rucksack on his back. He wore a chequered pair of trousers, and big brown boots. I decided he was the owner of the kitchen, and decided to ask him about the whereabouts of Lev. I went up to him nervously.

"Excuse me, but do you know where someone called Lev might be? Brianna back on the survival ground told me to go to him next," I explained.

"Well, it just so happens that I am the master chef, Lev," the man laughed in a booming jolly voice.

"Hello, I am Mainiac97," I replied nervously.

"I am here to teach new people how to cook," he explained.

"But I already know how to cook! Brianna taught me how!" I yelled, not wanting to learn something I already knew.

"Pfft! Some shrimp over an open log fire! I hardly call that cooking! No, I am going to teach you the art of proper cookery," Lev scoffed.

"Let us start with baking bread. Pick up that bucket and that pot," he ordered. I quickly picked up the pot and the bucket.

"Right, fill the bucket with water, put the lid on and keep it in your bag," Lev told me. I obliged. "Now it is time to fill that pot with flour," he said. "Go outside and pick as much grain as possible. Then, take it upstairs, and put it in the hopper (it looks like a large pot). Pull the lever. The grain will go down the pipe, and it will get crushed in the mechanism. Finally, it will come out as flour in that flour bin. After you've done that, come back down, and fill the pot with flour, then come to me for further instructions." I nodded eagerly.

I went outside, and looked up at the top of the hill. I saw someone beginning to walk down the path. I could just barely see people cutting down trees, and I thought I saw Brianna setting some logs on fire. I sighed, and went to the grain field. I picked as much grain as I possibly could.

I went back into the kitchen, and climbed up the ladder. On the second floor, there was barely anything. There were a lot of gears and pipes. I could see a sink, and a jug standing on a table. I climbed up the next ladder, and I appeared on the top floor. I could see a large pot-like thing that had a lever next to it on the wall. There was a nearby table with cooking ingredients on it: a cooking apple, some grapes, red berries, and a few bananas. I grabbed a banana, and hurriedly stuffed it in my bag. After a minute though, the banana appeared again! This didn't shock me as much as it should have. I was getting used to things reappearing the moment they disappeared.

I put all the grain in the hopper, and I pulled the lever. There was a loud clunk, then a grinding sound. I climbed back down to the bottom floor, and saw a large mount of flour in the flour bin. I filled the pot with flour, and went towards Lev for further instructions.

"Ah, you have finished. Now, get the water and flour, and mix them together," Lev instructed. I emptied the water and flour in a bowl, and mixed the dough together. I took it out, and at Lev's command, shaped it into the shape of a loaf of bread. Then, I put the dough on a range, and waited for it to cook. I waited for the bread to cook for about fifteen minutes, and then I pulled it out. It smelled delicious. It was a crispy, golden brown, and looked delicious. My stomach rumbled, and Lev laughed.

"You look starved! You need to eat more then a few shrimp everyday! How about I give you some raw meat, and you put the meat in the bread to make a sandwich?" Lev handed me some red meat. I put the meat on the range. When I took it off, it was a mouth-watering brown colour. At that moment small fireworks appeared around me, and I looked at my book, and I was informed that I had risen to cooking level 3. I put the meat in the bread, and made a wonderful meat sandwich. I ate it all very quickly. Lev chortled merrily.

"You've learnt everything you need, but there is much more you can learn. For example, you can cook cake, pie, pizza, and much more, but you need a higher cooking level to cook them. I'll reward you for doing well today. Here is a cooking recipe book, a chef's hat, and some extra cooking experience." Lev handed me a small brown book with a picture of a lovely cooked pie and my cooking level on the front cover, and a silly white chef's hat. Then, suddenly, more fireworks set off around me, and as I looked in my olive-green book, I was told that I was level 5 in cooking! And, below that, it said that I could now cook a fish called herring. I gasped in happiness and excitement. I put the hat in my bag, and put the book in with my green book in a pouch.

"Now, follow that path and you will meet the quest master, who will teach you about the different quests, and the rewards. Then, after that, you will go down to the deep depths of tutorial dungeon, where you will learn the art of mining, smithing and combat. Now, off you go, Mainiac97," Lev told me. I happily went on the cobbled stone path, ready for what waited on the end of the path. I'd already done survival and cooking, and I was ready for questing.

While great care has been taken when correcting the mistakes in this chapter, some may remain. If you spot anything please let me know.

Next chapter: "Well, let's face it, everyone has problems. That is mainly what a quest is. Lots of people will need chores done for them, and you will be the perfect person to help them."

Until next time, toodles!