Meg took Amy's hand and said with a smile, "Let's go. Amy was yawning just now. Let's go upstairs and sleep."
"Amy isn't sleepy yet. I can help Father pack up." Yawning, Amy shook her head and said.
"I'll pack up later. You can't fall asleep here. Father can't carry you now …" Meg took Amy's little hand and felt a little disappointed.
She was such a cute daughter, but he couldn't give her a princess carry, let alone lift her up. No, he had to recover as soon as possible. Mag made up his mind.
The stairs were at the other end of the kitchen. There was a small door that separated the dining room from the living area, which suited Meg very well.
The little girl had been running up and down the stairs while he was unconscious. She even went to invite someone to check on him. After eating, she said she wasn't sleepy, but after climbing the stairs, her eyes were about to close.
Meg took her into the master bedroom. Next to the big bed, there was a pink children's bed with railings. The small bed had a small quilt and a small pillow. There was also a small staircase that could be climbed up.
Amy's eyes lit up when she saw such a beautiful room and small bed. However, she was too sleepy. She took off her shoes and climbed onto the small bed. Resting her head on the warm and comfortable pillow, she held Meg's fingers tightly and said happily, "Father is so awesome. The bed is so soft and comfortable. Amy likes it so much. There's also the Manchu-Han Imperial Feast. It must be delicious … "
"Well, when you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll be able to eat Father's breakfast made with love. Go to sleep," Meg said with a smile.
"The breakfast made with love must be delicious …" Amy murmured. She closed her eyes and fell asleep in a short while.
Meg stood by the bed and looked at Amy who was sleeping soundly. He reached out to push the hair that had fallen on her face to the side and pulled his other hand back to cover her with the quilt.
"Don't worry, Daddy will definitely let you eat the Manchu Han Imperial Feast," Meg said in his heart as he bent down and gently kissed Amy's hair.
Meg sat on the edge of the big bed, closed his eyes, and looked at the door in his mind. When he was thinking about how to open it, a little person that looked exactly like him appeared in his mind. It was like his body, completely under his control. After hesitating for a while, he reached out and pushed open the door with the words "Yangzhou Fried Rice" written on it.
A white light flashed before Mag's eyes, and he closed them reflexively. When he opened them again, all of his consciousness had already been absorbed into the little person's body. The door behind him had disappeared, and he was standing in a rectangular kitchen that was identical to the kitchen on the first floor, so they corresponded perfectly according to the proportions.
"Eh, this is good. After going out, it saves me the time to familiarize myself with the kitchen." Meg's eyes lit up, but when he lifted his leg, he was stunned. His body, which had been completely powerless before, was now able to move normally. He couldn't help but jump twice. Although he still felt a little weak, it was much better than his previous state of being a cripple.
"System, this is?" Meg shouted excitedly. Could it be that the System was kind enough to restore his body?
"The host's current physical condition is the condition after physical fitness + 0.5. Please work hard to complete the mission. A strong body is waiting for you," the System's voice sounded.
"So that's how it is." Meg looked at the physical fitness comparison table in his mind. A normal human's physical fitness was 2. After Meg's broken arm and leg were reattached, his physical fitness was 1. He was in a semi-crippled state.
His current physical fitness was 1.5. Although he couldn't pick up a heavy sword, it was enough to hold a kitchen knife.
Moreover, the upper limit of the human body in this world was much higher than on Earth. For example, when a person's physical fitness reached 4, he could fight with an ordinary orc. When it reached 10, he could even beat a forest troll down with one punch. Meg Alex's physical fitness should have reached around 8. He was an extremely powerful existence among humans.
"Welcome to the test field for the God of Cookery. The System will provide you with a serving of authentic Yangzhou fried rice. Only when the host's Yangzhou fried rice is certified by the System, you can leave the test field. The standard is all the requirements that the host mentioned when he reviewed the Yangzhou fried rice," the System's voice sounded again.
"System, I think I misheard. What is the standard you mentioned?" Meg asked tentatively.
"All the requirements that the host mentioned when he reviewed the Yangzhou fried rice," the System replied emotionlessly.
"I think the standard of Yangzhou fried rice announced by the officials is quite good. Why don't we follow it?" Meg tried to negotiate.
"The standard cannot be changed. Please complete the mission as soon as possible," the System refused flatly.
"Then what about the standard of other dishes in the future?" Meg was a little panicked.
"The standard will be based on the host's previous review."
“wqnmlgb！”
Meg's heart was breaking down. He had thought that the System didn't have any bad intentions and could be used as an auxiliary system. Now, it seemed that he was still too naive. Using the original requirements as the standard was absolutely full of evil intentions.
Thinking of his nitpicky and poisonous requirements, even a "hehe" was not enough to express his feelings now that he was the one who made the request.
Damn it, he was digging his own grave. Even those Yangzhou fried rice masters probably couldn't make that kind of Yangzhou fried rice.
"Sure enough, I can't be too optimistic. This is a system that the Heavenly Dao created to appease those chefs. But now that I'm here, I can't leave without completing the mission … "Meg looked at the glittering experience bag in his mind and took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Since he had no choice, he might as well face it head-on. He had promised to make a breakfast of love for Amy. Thinking of how happy Amy would be when she ate the Yangzhou fried rice, Meg was also full of expectation. Even his eyes became firm.
Meg tried to touch the glittering experience bag in his mind with his mind. A stream of experience about making Yangzhou fried rice was poured into his mind. From the choice of ingredients to the processing of ingredients to the process of making the fried rice, everything was perfectly integrated into his mind, as if he had already known how to do it.
"So simple?" Meg was completely stunned. He thought the system would give him a hard time, but he didn't expect it to give him such a big surprise. It was as if he had inherited the inheritance of a Yangzhou fried rice master. He felt that as long as he followed the method in his mind, he would be able to make a bowl of high-quality Yangzhou fried rice that looked, smelled, and tasted good. It turned him from a novice chef to a veteran, which was simply cheating.
After sorting out the things in his mind, Meg confidently walked to the fridge and opened it. There were all kinds of ingredients in it, including rice, tree mushrooms, ham, winter bamboo shoots, prawns, green peas, eggs, millet, and scallions. Everything he needed was available.
"First, cook, then process the ingredients, and then cook the rice." The steps in Meg's mind were very clear. Looking at the ingredients in the fridge, his eyes suddenly lit up.
He reached out and grabbed a handful of rice. It was smooth and delicate, with a bluish white color and full grains. Under the light, it was crystal clear. It was much better than the Thai rice he usually ate, and a sweet fragrance came to his face.
Looking at the prawns in the pond, he found that their translucent bodies were actually covered with light purple lines, which were rarely seen. They swam happily, looking full of vitality and wildness.
The winter bamboo shoots were still stained with some black soil, and the salt frost on the ham had not been removed. The gray mushrooms should be some kind of tree mushrooms, and the eggs were bigger than ordinary eggs, with a yellowish hue. There was still some dew on the tender green scallions.
As a foodie who had eaten at almost all the restaurants with Michelin stars, Mag could tell that these ingredients were definitely top-notch, but he wasn't sure how good they were. However, since these were for him to practice his cooking skills, he naturally wouldn't stand on ceremony. He began to wash the rice and cook.
With such a comprehensive experience, Meg originally thought that it would not be difficult to make a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. But when he really started to process the ingredients, he found that everything was not as simple as he had imagined.
Although he was very clear on how to cut the rice, when he really held the ingredients and started to cut them, he found that the movements of his hands could not meet the requirements and standards in his mind.
In order to make the taste of the fried rice more delicate, every side ingredient had to be cut into the same size as the rice grains. This required very high cutting skills, and was even more of a challenge for Meg. Just slicing the ingredients evenly was not enough, and he could only repeat it over and over again.
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