Meg nodded with a smile. Looking at the smile on Michael's face, he felt as if he could see himself after Amy had grown up. Regardless of whether she had grown up or not, she would always be a child in his heart.
Michael received all of the elves, and announced that they were welcome to Chaos City, and that the city lord's castle would help them live in Chaos City.
All of the elves were overjoyed, and all of them bowed to Michael and Meg in gratitude.
Meg looked at the tears on the children's faces with a heavy heart. All he could do was arrange for these children to live here. Who knew how many more elves were suffering from the pain of being separated from their loved ones?
However, with Michael's promise, there would most likely be more and more elves coming to Chaos City to seek refuge, and that would reduce the number of such tragedies.
Meg followed the workers of the city lord's castle to escort all of the elves to their accommodations. When he came out of the city lord's castle, it was already midnight, and Michael had someone drive him back to the restaurant.
After getting off the horse-drawn carriage, Meg thanked the coachman before making his way into the restaurant. There was still a small lamp in the restaurant for him. He took down the sign on the door, and opened it quietly. There was no one on the first floor.
After locking the door, Meg tiptoed upstairs, and pushed open the door. Amy and Anna were sleeping on their small beds, while Sally was lying on the large bed, fast asleep.
Meg looked at the relaxed and comfortable smile on Sally's face, and shook his head with a smile. It appeared that this trip had indeed exhausted her a lot of energy. Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen asleep on his bed.
Meg's gaze trailed down her slender legs, and his gaze settled on the pair of black leather shoes on Sally's feet. It appeared that she had only wanted to take a short nap, but Meg couldn't bear to wake her up at the sight of her sleeping soundly. He stood by the bed and hesitated for a long while before reaching out a hand toward her slender legs.
10 minutes later, Meg heaved a long sigh as he stood up from the side of the bed. His legs were a little wobbly.
It turned out that it was not an easy task to take off the woman's shoes without alarming her.
Meg looked at the shoes that were still warm and shook his head helplessly. This was the first time he had done something like this.
Even though Sally didn't wake up, she seemed to have sensed that her legs were no longer bound. She rolled over comfortably before withdrawing her legs from outside the bed. She curled up her body slightly, and her tight cheongsam and long legs appeared rather seductive under the dim light of the warm lamp.
"Don't catch a cold." Meg remained unmoved and pulled the quilt over her. Then, he walked to the small bed and tucked the two little guys in. He stood by the bed and watched them for a while. Then, with a smile, he took pajamas and a chef's suit from the wardrobe and went out quietly.
After washing up, Meg went downstairs. After bargaining with the system, he bought a set of quilts and nestled in the recliner behind the counter, ready to make do for the night.
"It's been a while since I made a new dish. It's time to learn how to make stinky tofu." Meg looked at the shiny golden button in the corner of his mind and hesitated for a while. In the end, he didn't click on it. Instead, he asked in his mind, "System, can I buy a gas mask in the trial space? I can't even stand the smell of stinky tofu from afar, let alone make it in close proximity. Also, I might have to repeat it countless times. That would really stink me to death! "
"The trial space is not a physical entity, so you can't bring a gas mask in. Also, as a chef, accurately grasping the taste of ingredients and food is the most basic ability. If you can't even do this, you can't be a qualified God of Cookery. "
"Also, the stench of stinky tofu is an important indicator of whether a stinky tofu is good or not. The host needs to have a deep understanding of the different stinky tofu smells in order to make a perfect stinky tofu. These are the words you wrote on Weibo when you passed by a stinky tofu stall. "
The system's voice sounded with a hint of schadenfreude.
"I …" Meg opened his mouth. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. These words were his original words? He must have written them when he passed by a stinky tofu stall. Why did the system take it seriously?!
"Then I won't learn!" Meg rolled his eyes and said in a somewhat hoodlum manner.
"If the host chooses not to learn how to make stinky tofu and fails to successfully make stinky tofu, the system will conclude that the host's path to becoming the God of Cookery will be terminated due to personal reasons."
The system's voice became somewhat stiff.
"What happens if it's terminated?"
"After it's terminated, the host will be erased from this world. At the same time, because the host died in the original world, the host will completely disappear."
"F * ck!" Meg raised his eyebrows and directly opened the shiny golden experience bag. Countless information flowed into his mind, causing him to be absent-minded for a moment. Then, a master level stinky tofu creation experience appeared in his mind.
"So stinky tofu isn't stewed with feces," Meg muttered to himself with a surprised expression. Then, he continued to digest the experience.
"Just by looking at the process, I can already smell that terrifying stench …" Meg stood up with a dejected expression. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of ice water to calm himself down. After that, he returned to the lounge chair and wrapped himself in a small blanket. He closed his eyes and pushed open the door to the test field for the God of Cookery.
Compared to tofu pudding, making stinky tofu required an extremely complicated process. Just the brine alone required several steps. Furthermore, even after the system's optimization, it still required three days of waiting before it could be considered a success.
To Meg, making stinky tofu was the easiest task. With the experience of making tofu pudding, he only had to make some slight changes to a few steps. After practicing a few more times, there would be no problems.
The time acceleration of the test field for the God of Cookery was activated, and Meg quickly finished making the brine according to the recipe. He leaned back and opened the lid with a reluctant expression.
Meg already had some expectations in his heart. However, when that terrifying stench rushed toward him, he realized that he had greatly underestimated this stench. He jumped back two meters and crashed into the wall behind him. The lid flew out of his hand and embedded itself into the wall with a loud clang.
This was an indescribable stench. Even an exploding toilet would have to concede defeat in front of this stench. It was as if all the stench in the world had been fused together and then exploded in an instant.
"Holy f * ck! System, hurry up and let me out! I don't want to be the God of Cookery anymore! "
Meg covered his nose as he slammed the wall. His face had turned green.
"Once you enter the test field for the God of Cookery, you can't quit unless you successfully learn the dish or the 365 days are up," the system's calm voice sounded.
"F * ck!"
Meg's face gradually turned red due to the lack of oxygen. In the end, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. His face paled, and he fainted.
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