"Didn't the little girl fall asleep?" Meg, who was holding a drumstick and preparing to eat, looked toward the door in surprise. Amy, who was wearing teddy bear pajamas, was standing at the kitchen door.
"Father, you guys are really too much. How could you secretly eat supper with Sister Gina behind my back? I must remember this. You didn't even call me when there was good food …" Amy became more and more aggrieved as she spoke. She walked in and took the drumstick from Meg's hand, then put it into her mouth and took a bite.
"Mmm … It's so delicious!"
Amy's eyes suddenly lit up. Her aggrieved expression turned into pleasant surprise. Her sleepiness disappeared in an instant. She happily chewed on the chicken. Her big blue eyes were sparkling as if she was tasting the most delicious food in the world. She ate one bite after another and enjoyed it very much.
Meg looked at Amy dotingly. As expected, a foodie wouldn't miss any supper.
"System, was the beggar's chicken a success this time?" Meg asked in his mind.
At that moment, the system's voice sounded. "Color, aroma, and taste are all perfect. Regardless of the control of the fire or the control of the seasoning, the host's beggar's chicken has met the requirements you had for the beggar's chicken back then. Congratulations, the host. The mission is a success. You have received a chance to advance to the God of Cookery's lottery."
Meg looked at the golden lottery ticket in his mind and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Without entering the test field for the God of Cookery, Meg had successfully made a delicious beggar's chicken in his spare time of three days. It could be considered a milestone in his culinary skills.
The sense of urgency made him more focused on cooking. The lower tolerance for mistakes allowed him to force himself to improve. Learning how to make beggar's chicken had brought him a lot of inspiration and improvement.
"Father, don't you love me anymore?"
Amy chewed on the bones and looked at Meg with an aggrieved expression.
"How could that be? Father loves Amy the most." Meg quickly shook his head and reached out to touch Amy's head. Did the little girl have a nightmare?
"Then … then why didn't you wake me up to eat such delicious roast chicken?" Amy felt even more wronged. She looked at Gina and said, "You must like Sister Gina more. That's why you only wake her up to eat."
Gina, who was chewing on a bone, looked at Amy in confusion. She did not know what she was talking about, so she continued to grind her teeth with the bone.
Meg didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't expect the little one to be unhappy because of this. He smiled and said, "This is a new product that I've been researching these days. When we were at the market that day, didn't we say that we were going to have a roast chicken duel? Tomorrow is the day of the duel, so father stayed up all night to roast chicken."
"Sister Gina is the same as you. She woke up on her own and came downstairs after hearing the noise. Father invited her to try out the new product, so we're not secretly having supper behind Amy's back. Instead, we're preparing to make a delicious roast chicken for Amy so that she can eat the most delicious food."
"Really?" Amy was a little happier when she heard that.
"Of course it's true." Meg smiled and handed over a chicken wing.
Amy took the chicken wing happily and nodded as she ate. "I believe in Father."
Meg secretly wiped his sweat. Luckily, the little one only needed a chicken wing to appease her. Otherwise, if word got out that a man and a woman were eating chicken in the kitchen in the middle of the night … it would be hard to explain.
While Gina and Amy ate happily, Meg also picked up a chicken wing to taste.
The roast chicken wing was a little crispy, but the texture was much smoother than the fried chicken. The fragrance of the lotus leaf neutralized the greasy feeling perfectly, making the roast chicken delicious but not greasy.
The crispy chicken skin and tender flesh gave Mag quite a bit of finesse in the texture of the chicken.
The more he chewed on the cracked chicken bones, the more fragrant they became.
Unknowingly, the entire chicken wing was in his stomach, and Meg didn't even spit out the bones.
The three-yellow chicken that was raised in the Angoro Canyon, the sacred land of the Angoro Tribe, grew up eating tree seeds. The chicken meat was fat and tender, and the texture was excellent. Perhaps it was because of the system's so-called magnetic field effect, but the chicken meat was rich in nutrients and had a very significant effect on removing moisture.
"This can be called a real beggar's chicken." Meg nodded with satisfaction. In comparison, the beggar's chicken that he had eaten a few years ago was simply a weak chicken.
The roast chicken was quickly devoured by the three of them, but they still felt like they hadn't had enough yet.
"Can … I eat this?" Gina asked hesitantly as she pointed at the mud casing.
"Can this eggshell be eaten?" Amy asked curiously. She picked up a piece of the mud casing and put it in her mouth to bite it. Then, she quickly took it out and looked at the two marks left on it. She shook her head and said, "Sister Gina, you can't bite through this."
"Gina, if you're still not full, I can make some other food for you." Meg also pointed at the fridge at the side. Gina almost choked to death when she ate this mud casing just now.
"I want to eat this," Gina said firmly as she pointed at the mud casing.
Seeing Gina's insistence, Meg hesitated for a while before nodding. "Alright then, but you have to take smaller bites. Don't choke again."
"Thank you, Mr. Meg!" Gina was elated, and wanted to give Meg an octopus hug again.
However, Meg avoided it easily this time. The child was still around, and it wasn't good to hug. This kind of thing had to be done in private.
Gina carried the mud casing upstairs happily. Meg tidied up the kitchen, and also brought Amy upstairs to sleep.
"Meow ~"
Ugly Duckling lay on the edge of the bed and looked at the father and daughter who came in with hidden bitterness.
"Ugly Duckling, I'm thinking of you losing weight. Don't even think about supper. You'll get fat if you eat it." Amy rubbed Ugly Duckling's chubby face, and smilingly said, "Only people like us who don't get fat can eat supper without worry."
"Heart-Wrenching …"
Ugly Duckling leaned back helplessly with its limbs in the air. It didn't want to say anything.
"Goodnight, Father."
Amy climbed onto the bed by herself, and gently kicked Ugly Duckling, which was lying on the cup, to the end of the bed. Then, she crawled under the blankets and told Meg that she was going to sleep before closing her eyes immediately.
Meg lay on the bed and looked at the prize wheel opportunity in his mind. He hesitated for a while, and decided to put this opportunity aside for the time being. He would make plans after the results of the Delicious Cuisine Rankings were out the next day.
He was already prepared for the worst. If he kept this opportunity, it would at least be a bargaining chip.
…
"Have you heard? The new Delicious Cuisine Rankings will be announced at 11 am today! "
"I've heard about it long ago. I even know that the Food Association has abandoned the previous voting and ranking system, and changed it to a ranking by a panel of mysterious experts. This sounds quite reliable. Perhaps the days of looking for delicacies based on the rankings will come again."
"That might not be the case. The Delicious Cuisine Rankings have already disappointed me for many years. I hope it won't be the same this time."
This morning, many people in Chaos City were already discussing the upcoming Delicious Cuisine Rankings.
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