After finally finding the time to enjoy her meal, Eva walked up to the kitchen with renewed energy. The moment she stepped into the kitchen, she paused at the entrance. She had seen it so many times, she shouldn't be this surprised, but it was rather hypnotizing.
The evening rush had already begun. Through the doors connecting the kitchen to the common hall, workers moved continuously in and out, carrying trays laden with food, while the muffled sounds of conversation and laughter drifted in from the packed dining area.
By all logic, the kitchen should have been in complete chaos. This was the busiest time of the day. Hundreds of meals had to be prepared, ingredients had to be processed, orders had to be fulfilled, dishes had to be cleaned, and supplies had to be replenished. Yet instead of the expected chaos, one would find order.
