Lily's smile widened as she revealed the news. "Well, you know, Serena, the Festival of Aurelian Blessings is approaching," she began, her voice tinged with excitement. "But what you might not know is that during this festival, every year, the palace holds a selection for new and talented chefs to join their ranks. This could be your chance, Serena. If you can become a chef in the palace, you'll definitely be able to make a name for yourself."
Serena's eyes widened in delight, a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. "Really? That's incredible!" she exclaimed, unable to contain her joy. "Thank you so much for telling me, Lily. This could be the opportunity I've been waiting for!"
Lily beamed at her friend's enthusiasm, her heart swelling with happiness. "I knew you'd be thrilled, Serena," she said, her voice filled with pride. "I have no doubt that you'll ace the selection process and dazzle them with your culinary skill."
Serena's excitement bubbled over as she turned to Lily with a hopeful gaze. "Do you happen to know what the procedure for the selection is?" she inquired eagerly, her anticipation palpable.
Lily paused for a moment, furrowing her brow in concentration. "Well, I'm not too sure about all the details, but I've heard a bit about it," she replied, her voice thoughtful. "From what I gather, there are three rounds for the selection, and you have to pass all three to be chosen."
Serena leaned in closer, hanging onto Lily's every word. "Three rounds? What are they?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Lily nodded, recollecting what she had heard. "The first round is called the Preliminary Test," she began, her voice steady. "In this round, they'll likely test your basic cooking skills and knowledge. It's probably a way for them to weed out the less experienced chefs."
Serena nodded, taking mental notes as she listened intently. "And what about the second round?" she prompted, eager to learn more.
Lily smiled, glad to share what she knew. "The second round is known as the Creativity Challenge," she explained. "Here, they'll likely give you a set of ingredients and ask you to create a dish on the spot. It's a chance for you to showcase your innovation and culinary flair."
Serena's eyes sparkled with excitement at the thought of the Creativity Challenge. "That sounds like it could be fun," she remarked, a hint of eagerness creeping into her voice. "And what's the third round?"
Lily's expression grew thoughtful as she tried to recall the details. "Ah, yes, the third round," she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I'm not entirely sure what it's called, but I think it's something along the lines of the Grand Finale. It's probably the toughest round, where they'll really put your skills to the test."
Serena nodded, her mind buzzing with anticipation. "Thank you, Lily. You've been a great help," she said sincerely, gratitude shining in her eyes. "I feel much more prepared now. I'll do whatever it takes to make it through all three rounds and earn my place as a palace chef."
Serena's excitement dimmed slightly as a wave of apprehension washed over her. "But, Lily," she began hesitantly, her enthusiasm dampened by the sudden realization. "I have to get permission from my uncle first. I don't know if he'll agree."
Her voice trembled with uncertainty, and a knot formed in her stomach as she contemplated the possibility of her uncle's refusal. Serena's emotions were a whirlwind of hope and fear, her heart torn between her burning desire to pursue her passion and the fear of disappointing her beloved uncle.
Lily reached out, placing a comforting hand on Serena's shoulder. "I understand, Serena," she said gently, her voice filled with empathy. "But you won't know unless you ask. And besides, your uncle loves you dearly. I'm sure he'll want what's best for you."
Serena nodded, her resolve strengthening at Lily's words of encouragement. "You're right, Lily," she said, determination shining in her eyes. "I'll speak to my uncle tonight and see what he says."
After their heart-to-heart conversation, Serena and Lily spent some more time together, enjoying each other's company before Serena finally took her leave. As she stepped out into the cool evening air, Serena's mind buzzed with nervous anticipation. She couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty about her uncle's reaction to her aspirations.
As Serena reached home, her mind buzzed with anticipation and nerves. Determined to impress her uncle with her culinary skills, she set to work in the kitchen, putting extra care and effort into preparing dinner. The savory aroma of herbs and spices filled the air as Serena chopped vegetables and stirred pots, her focus unwavering as she poured her heart into each dish.
As the delicious scent wafted through the house, Serena couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervousness in her stomach. Finally, dinner was ready, and Serena set the table with meticulous precision, arranging the dishes just so in anticipation of her uncle's arrival. With a deep breath to steady her nerves, she waited anxiously for him to return home.
When her uncle finally walked through the door, Serena greeted him with a warm smile, her heart pounding in her chest. "Welcome home, Uncle," she said, her voice tinged with nervousness.
Her uncle's eyes lit up with delight as he caught a whiff of the tantalizing aromas wafting from the kitchen. "What's this?" he exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face. "It smells absolutely divine!"
Serena beamed with pride, her nerves momentarily forgotten as she ushered her uncle to the table. "I wanted to make something special for dinner tonight," she explained, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I hope you enjoy it."
As they sat down to eat, Serena watched anxiously as her uncle took the first bite. A moment of tense silence hung in the air before her uncle's face broke into a wide grin of approval. "This is incredible, Serena!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with pride. "You've really outdone yourself."
A wave of relief washed over Serena as she basked in her uncle's praise, her heart soaring with happiness. Emboldened by his positive reaction, she seized the opportunity to broach the subject that weighed heavily on her mind.
"Uncle," she began tentatively, her voice quivering slightly. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about."
Her uncle looked at her with a curious expression, sensing the seriousness in her tone. "Of course, Serena. What is it?" he asked, his voice gentle and encouraging. Serena took a deep breath, gathering her courage as she looked her uncle in the eye. "Uncle, I want to participate in the recruitment of new chefs this year," she blurted out in one breath, her words tumbling out in a rush.
Her uncle paused for a moment, his expression unreadable as he processed Serena's request. The room fell silent, tension thickening in the air as Serena waited with bated breath for his response.
Finally, her uncle spoke, his tone calm yet guarded. "Let me think about it," he said softly, his words hanging in the air like a weighty curtain dividing them.
Serena's heart sank at his response, a knot of anxiety forming in the pit of her stomach. She had hoped for enthusiasm or at least a glimmer of support from her uncle, but instead, his neutral reaction left her feeling uncertain.
As they finished their meal in subdued silence, Serena couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment gnawing at her. She had expected her uncle to understand her passion for cooking, to see how much this opportunity meant to her. But now, faced with his reluctance, she couldn't help but wonder if she had made a mistake in bringing it up at all.
Serena retreated to her room, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to confront her uncle, to plead her case and convince him of her dedication to pursuing her dreams. But another part of her feared rejection, afraid of what his final decision might be.
In the quiet solitude of her room, Serena wrestled with her thoughts, her heart heavy with uncertainty. She knew that whatever happened, she couldn't give up on her dream of becoming a palace chef. But with her uncle's approval hanging in the balance, the road ahead seemed fraught with obstacles and unknowns.