Chapter 2044
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Irina happily took a small bite of the fried rice and swallowed it while enduring the discomfort in her stomach.
"Mmm, it's pretty good." Irina drank a glass of water and nodded with a complicated expression.
She hadn't eaten something so disgusting in many years.
The last time …
It was probably when she tasted her own cooking.
It was a bison the size of a small mountain.
In the end, it was roasted into ashes.
The taste of the fried rice …
She still felt discomfort in her stomach when she thought about it.
Amy's soul-stirring fried rice was her true inheritance.
Hearing the praises, Anne eagerly picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of fried rice into her mouth.
Her eyes gradually widened as she looked at Mag and Irina with bewilderment. Her bright eyes were like that of a little deer that had been deceived.
But in the end, she swallowed the fried rice, put down the spoon silently, drank a large glass of water, and forced a smile.
"From Anne's distress, + 1 + 1 + 1"
"Erm … I'll go clean up the kitchen, and then make some other food." Mag walked to the kitchen with the bowl in his hand.
"I can help clean up." Irina, who never did any chores, got up and carried her bowl to the kitchen.
Anne also got up silently and carried her bowl into the kitchen.
"It seems like this fried rice isn't as bad as I thought. Everyone seems to like it." Amy picked up the spoon and ate a spoonful of fried rice with anticipation.
Amy's expression froze.
Silence …
Silence …
"Blergh ~ ~ ~"
(?? ??? Д????)!!
"How can it be so disgusting!"
Amy was shocked.
"This … won't hurt her self-esteem, right?" Irina glanced at the door and smiled.
"I hope the little one can clearly recognize her talent in cooking and stop tormenting the kitchen and our stomachs every morning." Meg smiled and shrugged.
He was quite touched that Amy cooked for them.
Such a young child already knew how to empathize with their hardships.
However, her talent in cooking was inversely proportional to her talent in magic. Her talent was a complete mess.
If it was Anna, she should be able to make a decent Yangzhou fried rice.
With Irina's help, the kitchen was quickly restored to its original state.
Meg took out various ingredients from the fridge, and only then did he notice that there was a cut on the cutting table.
"He's not used to using a kitchen knife. It's normal," Irina glanced at him and said calmly.
Meg glanced at her. Most people wouldn't think that this was normal.
"You have a problem with it?"
Meg quickly shook his head. "No, it's quite normal. I used to chop up the cutting table to cook."
"So … in order to take care of my feelings, Lord Father and the others are even willing to accept this smell." Amy glanced in the direction of the kitchen before turning to look at Ugly Duckling, which was stretching lazily on the counter.
[An overly fat feline]
This was the first time that Ugly Duckling didn't take the initiative to come to the table during a meal.
Ugly Duckling seemed to have sensed something amiss. It turned its head and saw Amy walking over with a spoon filled with dark cuisine.
"Come, Ugly Duckling, try the breakfast I made for you."
"Don't come over!!!"
Ugly Duckling's hair stood on end as it glared at Amy.
Amy hugged Ugly Duckling, which was about to retreat. Then, she pinched its round face, picked up a few pieces of fried rice from the spoon, and threw them into its mouth.
Ugly Duckling kicked its legs and died on the spot.
"From Ugly Duckling's distress, + 3!"
"Wow, that works too?" Amy's eyes lit up. She looked at Ugly Duckling as if she had seen a treasure.
Amy put down the spoon, pinched Ugly Duckling's fat face, and said happily, "Is it dead? That's a pity. Looks like we can only have Peking Duck or roast goose for lunch today? "
"Meow ~"
Ugly Duckling, which was tilting its head and sticking its tongue out, suddenly opened its eyes and meowed weakly.
"This Ugly Duckling looks like it had a heatstroke. Why don't we …"
"Meow, meow, meow ~"
Ugly Duckling got up quickly and rubbed its head against Amy's hand intimately. It then jumped up and down on the counter to show that it was very healthy.
"From Ugly Duckling's distress, + 1 + 1 + 1 …"
In just a short while, Amy received 10 life experience points from Ugly Duckling.
Meg came out with the breakfast that he had remade. It was bright Yangzhou fried rice, a classic combination of soy milk and youtiao, a bowl of lean pork and century egg porridge that was good for the stomach, and a bowl of spicy wontons in chili oil.
"This is?"
Everyone's eyes were attracted by the bowl of bright red wontons in chili oil.
There was no such spicy breakfast on Meg's breakfast menu.
Moreover, this was something that they had never seen him cook before.
[A perfect bowl of chili oil wontons — the chef has amazing culinary skills.]
A remark popped up in Amy's mind as she looked at the chili oil wontons.
"This is chili oil wontons. It's my first time trying it out today. Do you guys want to try it?" Meg said with a smile.
If he did not count the thousands of times he did it in the test field for the God of Cookery last night, this was indeed his first chili oil wontons in the real world.
When he saw his favorite Sichuan Cuisine snack reappear in another world, the sense of accomplishment was quite amazing.
"It looks a little oily. I'll have porridge." Irina rejected and took the bowl of lean pork and century egg porridge. Her injured stomach needed the comfort of warm porridge.
Anne chose the Yangzhou fried rice and also shook her head slightly to show that she did not want it.
"Can I try one?" Only Amy looked at Meg expectantly.
"Of course." Meg took a small bowl and filled it for her.
Only a true foodie would be brave enough to try out different foods.
Amy scooped up a wonton with a spoon. The bright red broth dyed the surface of the wonton a beautiful color, and the fragrance of the meat seeped through the thin skin. A few chopped green onions and coriander adorned it, making it look extremely enticing.
After blowing on it a few times, Amy picked up the spoon and carefully put the wonton into her mouth.
The broth was slightly numb and spicy, but the bone fragrance was rich. This was the bone broth that had been simmered overnight, and it was the perfect combination with the sesame chili oil.
The wonton was thin and smooth, and it was filled with meat. As she bit into it gently, the gravy splashed in her mouth.
The soft and delicious texture combined with the slightly spicy broth was simply a wonderful collision!
This mouthful was simply too satisfying!
"System, please don't give me any excessive tasks like making breakfast in the future. This is an insult to a father with perfect culinary skills," Amy said seriously in her mind.
The real-life experience system: "…"
What kind of host would ask the system for a task?
This was the most excessive thing!
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