Chapter 2045: A Bowl Of Exquisitely Made Sichuan Spicy Wontons In Red Oil
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor:Henyee Translations
Irina ate a small mouthful of the black soil fried rice, and swallowed it forcefully, ignoring her stomach’s discomfort.
“Mm-hm, not bad.” Irina drank a glass of water and nodded with a complex expression.
She hadn’t eaten such horrible food for a long time.
The last time
Perhaps it was when she had tasted her own cooking.
It had been a bison as huge as a small mountain.
It had been roasted into ashes eventually.
The taste of it when eaten with rice
She still felt a discomfort in her tummy thinking of it right now.
This soil fried rice made by Amy indeed had the essence of her cooking.
Annie heard their praises, and picked up the spoon expectantly to feed herself a spoonful of fried rice.
Her eyes widened slowly as she stared at Mag and Irina with suspicion. She resembled a little fawn that was deceived with her bright eyes.
However, she still swallowed that mouthful of rice eventually, and put down the spoon quietly. She drank a big glass of water and showed a forced smile.
[Negative emotions from Annie +1]
[Negative emotions from Annie +1]
[Negative emotions from Annie +1]
“Then… I’ll go clean up the kitchen, and make something else to eat.” Mag picked up his bowl, and walked to the kitchen.
“Tcan help you clean up.” Irina, who never did any work, got up and walked to the kitchen with her bowl.
Annie also got up quietly, and went into the kitchen with her bowl.
“Seems like this fried rice isn’t as bad as I thought. Everyone seems to like it.” Amy picked up her spoon, and popped a spoonful of it into her mouth.
Amy’s expression froze instantly.
Silence.
(= ey!
“How can it taste so horrible!”
Amy had even shocked herself.
Irina peeped at the entrance, and smilingly said, “We… shouldn’t have hurt her pride, right?”
“Lhope that the little one can have a clear understanding of her cooking talent now. Please don’t get up to torture the kitchen and our stomachs every morning.” Mag shrugged with a smile.
He was still rather touched by the fact that Amy got up to cook for them.
This little one already empathized with their hardship at such a young age.
However, her cooking talent was the direct opposite of her magical talent. It was extremely bad.
If it was Annie, she could most likely make a rather good Yangzhou fried rice.
With Irina’s help, the kitchen was soon returned to its original condition. Only after Mag took out all sorts of ingredients from the refrigerator did he see the slash on the cutting table.
Irina flicked a glance, and calmly said, “She’s not used to holding a chef’s knife. It’s normal.”
Mag glanced at her. Normal people wouldn’t find it normal.
“Do you have any opinion?”
Mag quickly shook his head. “No. It’s pretty normal. I used to hack the cutting table when I was cutting up the ingredients.”
So… Father, Mother, and Annie even tolerated such a horrible taste just to take care of my feelings. Amy looked at the kitchen before she turned her gaze to Ugly Duckling, which was stretching out lazily on the counter.
[One excessively fat feline]
This was the first time Ugly Duckling didn’t come to the table during a meal.
Ugly Duckling seemed to have sensed something bad. It turned around, and saw Amy holding a spoonful of dark cuisine and walking towards it.
“Come, Ugly Duckling. Try the love breakfast that I have made for you.”
Don’t you come over!!!
Ugly Duckling’s fur stood up on its ends immediately as it glared at Amy.
Amy grabbed Ugly Duckling, which was about to retreat. She then pinched its round face, and threw a few grains of fried rice into its mouth.
Ugly Duckling thrashed with its legs twice before turning its head to one side, and died on the spot.
[Negative emotions from Ugly Duckling +1]
[Negative emotions from Ugly Duckling +1]
[Negative emotions from Ugly Duckling +1]
“Wow. That works too?” Amy’s eyes lit up. She stared at Ugly Duckling as though she was looking at a treasure.
Amy put down the spoon, pinched Ugly Duckling’s face, and happily said, “Are you dead? What a pity. Seems like we can only have either Peking Duck or roast goose for lunch today?”
“Meow~” Ugly Duckling, which tilted its head to one side and had its tongue lolling out, called out weakly.
“This Ugly Duckling seems to have suffered a heat stroke, why don’t—”
“Meow, meow, meow~”
Ugly Duckling shot up and rubbed its head against Amys hand before jumping up and down the counter to prove that it was well.
[Negative emotions from Ugly Duckling +1]
[Negative emotions from Ugly Duckling +1]
[Negative emotions from Ugly Duckling +1]
In the blink of an eye, Amy received 10 life experience points from Ugly Duckling.
Mag came out with breakfast that he made again. It comprised the brightly colored Yangzhou fried rice, the classic pairing of soybean milk and youtiao, a bowl of stomach-nourishing congee with pork and century egg, and a bowl of Sichuan spicy wontons in red oil.
“This is?”
Everyone’s gaze was attracted by that red and glistening Sichuan spicy wontons in red oil.
Mag’s breakfast menu had never had such a strong-flavored breakfast before.
Moreover, this was something they had never seen him make before.
[A bowl of exquisitely made Sichuan spicy wontons in red oil—the chef has astonishing culinary skills.]
A row of remarks popped up in Amy’s mind when she looked at the Sichuan spicy wontons in red oil.
“This is Sichuan spicy wontons in red oil. Today is my attempt at making it. Do you guys want to try it?” Mag smilingly said.
If the hundreds of thousands of attempts in the test field for the God of Cookery last night weren’t counted, this would indeed be the first Sichuan spicy wontons in red oil that he cooked in reality.
The sense of achievement was rather amazing when he saw this Sichuan snack that he loved appeared in this alternate world.
“It looks rather greasy. I will just eat the congee.” Irina declined it, and went for the congee with pork and century egg. Her injured stomach needed comfort from the warm congee.
Annie chose the Yangzhou fried rice. She also declined by shaking her head.
“Can I try one, please?” Only Amy looked at Mag with anticipation.
“Of course.” Mag picked up a small bowl, and scooped a bow! for her.
Only a real chowhound would dare to try different food.
Amy picked up one wonton with the spoon. The bright red soup gave the wonton’s skin a beautiful color. The meat’s aroma slowly drifted over through the thin dough skin. Spring onions and cilantro were scattered over it, making it look very enticing.
Amy pouted her lips, and blew at it before feeding it into her mouth gingerly.
The soup was slightly hot and numbing, but it had a rich bone broth’s taste. This was a bone broth that had been simmered overnight. It was a perfect union with the red sesame oil.
The dough skin was thin and smooth, and it was fully filled with meat stuffing. After biting into it gently, the meat juice burst out in the mouth.
‘The tender and fresh texture fusing with the slightly spicy soup was simply the most exquisite and beautiful clash!
This mouthful was simply too fulfilling!
“System, please don’t issue any more unreasonable missions such as asking me to make breakfast in the future. This is an insult to someone who has a father that has perfect culinary skills,” Amy seriously said inwardly.
“_.” Life Experience System.
How could a host issue requests for her system’s missions?
That was really unreasonable, okay!