"Mm-hm, this is something I made for Amy. It's not for sale." Meg looked at Amy with a doting expression as he placed one dish after another on the table.
The system was only half right. He was indeed a rookie who could only cook four dishes perfectly, but he had slowly perfected those four dishes himself, reaching a level that even the top chefs on Earth couldn't reach.
Drawing parallels was also applicable to cooking. At the very least, Meg felt that he could cook some dishes using similar methods. Perhaps they were far from perfect, but they were good enough as home-cooked dishes.
Right at this moment, the system's voice sounded. "System warning: The restaurant is at level one, so self-research is prohibited. The host has already violated the rules once, so a level-three warning is issued. If three level-three warnings are issued, the restaurant will be downgraded."
"Downgraded? System, isn't the restaurant the lowest level now? "Meg said nonchalantly as he put down the plate and sat down.
"A level-one restaurant will revert to the state it was in before the system was modified," the system replied calmly.
"…" Meg thought back to the dilapidated and swaying house on the first day, and he couldn't remain calm. That house really wasn't a place for humans to live in.
"Host, as a candidate for the God of Cookery, you should be strict with yourself before you become a God of Cookery candidate. Only by perfecting each dish to the extreme can you start to cook new dishes. Only with a solid foundation can you progress steadily and have a chance to become the God of Cookery." The system's voice became extremely serious.
"Alright, then I'll cook two more dishes at most," Meg replied after a moment of silence.
The system's words weren't unreasonable. After cooking these two dishes, he was indeed a little tempted to try other dishes. Perhaps it would get out of hand.
However, dishes cooked like this had almost no self-control, and after the first impression was the strongest, it would be even more difficult to reverse and perfect the dishes in the future.
"…" An ellipsis appeared in the system's mind, and it didn't say anything else.
"Meow ~" Ugly Duckling stared at the prawns on the plate with glowing eyes. It stretched out its little paws, but didn't dare to touch the table.
"Amy, put Ugly Duckling aside and wash your hands before eating," Meg said with a smile as he looked at Amy, who was stretching out her little paws to grab the prawns.
"Alright." Amy looked at the delicious-looking prawns with reluctance, but she still answered obediently. She put Ugly Duckling on the ground, and ran to the kitchen with her short legs.
"Ugly Duckling, come here. I'll give you one first." Meg called out to Ugly Duckling. He picked up a prawn, peeled off the shell, and fed it to Ugly Duckling.
Ugly Duckling raised its head and took small bites, eating with great relish.
"Father, I want to be fed too." After washing her hands, Amy walked over and squatted beside Ugly Duckling. She also looked up at Meg with her mouth wide open.
"Meow ~" Ugly Duckling turned to look at Amy with a hint of resentment in its eyes.
"This is my father!" Amy looked back at Ugly Duckling with a serious expression.
"Meow, meow ~" Ugly Duckling immediately gave in. It turned its head sideways and rubbed Amy's calf as obedient as it could be.
"Alright, both of you." Meg nodded with a smile. He peeled another prawn and fed it to Amy.
Amy took a small bite of the prawn. Her eyes lit up as she chewed happily. She looked at Meg happily, and said, "Father, this prawn is really delicious. And I really ate a lot of prawn meat today. Father really wouldn't lie to me."
"Mm-hm, eat more if you like it." Meg looked at Amy's adorable table manners, and the smile on his face became even brighter. The greatest sense of accomplishment was probably when he was praised by his own daughter.
It was indeed very important to keep one's promise to one's children.
The story of Zeng Zi killing the swine had been passed down for thousands of years. It was full of the wisdom of the ancients in educating children.
The breakfast passed in a happy atmosphere because the two little guys really liked it. They finished the whole plate of braised prawns. Meg didn't even taste a single one himself, but judging from the satisfied expressions of the two little guys, it should be good.
"System, will it be dangerous for me to hunt in this state?" Meg asked in his mind as he put away the bowls.
"Please rest assured, Host. There is a 50% chance of survival," the system's calm voice sounded.
Meg's hand trembled, and the bowl in his hand almost fell. He said with a strange expression, "System, isn't it just catching a chicken? Why is there a 50% chance of death? It's too easy to die, isn't it? "
"In the wilderness, the situation changes rapidly. Turkeys can only be regarded as the lowest-level magic beast, but the Host may encounter some powerful magic beasts in the process of searching for turkeys. The probability of this happening is about 50%."
So … as long as I touch it, I'll die? Am I that weak? Meg couldn't help complaining in his mind.
"Host, do you think you are very powerful?" the system asked back.
Meg thought for a moment. It had only been two days since he recovered from his semi-disabled state. If he encountered a second-level magic beast, his chance of survival was indeed zero. He couldn't help but complain, "System, are you pushing me into a fire pit? Can't you just cook? Why do you want to eat chicken? "
"The Host can increase the chance of survival by purchasing items up to 99%!" The system's voice suddenly became brisk.
"This is your ultimate goal, isn't it?" Meg suddenly felt a little absurd. This money-hungry system was really unscrupulous in order to make money!
"I don't have the money to buy a weapon of 1,000 gold coins," Meg calmly said as he walked to the kitchen with the bowl.
"The system provides a daily weapon rental service. It only costs 10 gold coins a day to enjoy a top-level custom-made weapon. If you rent it for more than seven days, you can enjoy a 10% discount! The system also provides a daily rental service for armor of various prices, including one-time magic shields, one-time magic attack waves, one-time … "The system's voice was full of enthusiasm.
Meg's face darkened. It seemed that the system had seen through his acting skills and was getting more and more sophisticated. He suddenly asked, "System, if I bring Amy with me, what are my chances of survival?"
The system was silent for a while, then said with some difficulty, "100%."
"Hmm? What the hell is that? "Meg was shocked.
"Amy is much more powerful than you," the system said quietly.
"As long as I bring Amy with me, my chances of survival are really 100%?" Meg wasn't the least bit unhappy that his daughter had outshone him.
"According to the system's precise calculations, it is 100%." The system replied with certainty, then solemnly suggested, "However, the system does not recommend the Host to bring Amy with him. This is a serious cheating behavior and will be severely condemned. Moreover, Amy's studies are more important. If she skips class on the second day of school, it will not be good for her to develop good study habits … "
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