Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad
Chapter 5
"Come on, we Xiaomi are yawning just now. Go upstairs to sleep." MEG took Amy's hand and said with a smile.
"Xiaomi is not sleepy yet. He can help his father to pack things." Amy yawned and shook her head.
"I'll clean it up later. You can't fall asleep here. My father can't hold you now..." McGonagall took Amy's hand and felt a little lost.
Such a lovely daughter, but can't give her a princess to hold, let alone hold high, no, must recover as soon as possible, MEG secretly determined.
The stairs are on the other end of the kitchen. Walking down the counter, there is a small door that separates the dining room from the living area. It's very agreeable to MEG.
When he was in a coma, the little guy kept running up and down the stairs, and invited someone to see him. After eating, he said he was not sleepy, and his eyes were almost closed when he climbed the stairs.
MEG took her into the master bedroom. Beside the big bed, there was a pink children's bed with guardrail. The small quilt and pillow on the small bed were very complete, and there was a small staircase to climb up.
Amy's eyes brightened when she saw such a beautiful room and small bed, but she was too sleepy. She took off her shoes and climbed onto the small bed with a warm and comfortable pillow. Her little hand held Meg's finger tightly. She said happily, "my father is so powerful, and the bed is soft and comfortable. Xiaomi likes it very much. There are also Manchu and Han banquet. They must eat well... "
"Well, you can have the love breakfast made by your father when you wake up in the morning. Sleep well." Meg said with a smile.
"Love breakfast, must be delicious..." Amy whispered. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
MEG stood by the bed, looking at Amy, who was sleeping sweetly. He reached out to help her put her hair on her face on both sides, took the other hand back and covered her up,
"Don't worry, dad will let you eat the whole meal." MEG leaned down and gave Amy a little kiss in the hair. He said in silence.
MEG sat as like as two peas on the side of the bed. He closed his eyes and looked at the door in his mind. He was thinking about how to open it. There was a little guy in his mind who was exactly like him. Just like his body, he was completely under his control, hesitating for a moment, and pushing out the four door word that wrote Yangzhou fried rice.
As like as two peas in the white light, and MCG subconsciously closed his eyes, and then opened it, all his spirits were absorbed into the body of the little man. The door behind him disappeared. Now he stood on a rectangular kitchen, just like the one on his first floor kitchen, just in proportion.
"Well, that's good. After going out, I saved the time of running in and getting familiar with the kitchen." McGonagall's eyes brightened, his legs lifted and he was stunned. His body, which was unable to make any effort, could not help but jump twice. Although he still felt a little weak, his state was much better than that of a useless person before.
"System, what's this?" McGonagall cried excitedly. Has the system been kind enough to help him recover?
"The host's current physical state is the state after physical fitness + 0.5. Please try your best to complete the task. A strong body is waiting for you." The system sounds.
"So it is." McGonagall looked at a physical quality comparison table in his mind. A normal human's physical quality is 2. McGonagall's physical quality after breaking his hand and connecting his short foot is 1. He is half disabled.
The current state is 1.5. Although I can't hold the Epee, it's enough to hold the kitchen knife.
Moreover, the upper limit of human body in this world is much higher than that of the earth. For example, when the physical fitness reaches 4, we can fight with ordinary orcs. At 10, we can even beat the Forest Troll to the ground. At the beginning, MEG Alex's physical fitness should have reached about 8, which is an extremely powerful human being.
"Welcome to the kitchen god test field. The system will provide an authentic Yangzhou fried rice experience. Only after the Yangzhou fried rice completed by the host has passed the system certification, can it leave the test field. The standard is that the host commented on all the requirements of Yangzhou fried rice at the beginning." The system sounds again.
"System, I think I just heard something wrong. What's your standard?" MEG asked tentatively.
"The host commented on all the requirements of Yangzhou fried rice." The system has no emotional response.
"I think the official standard of Yangzhou fried rice is very good, or let's follow that one?" McGonagall tried to negotiate.
"The standard cannot be changed. Please complete the task as soon as possible." The system flatly refused.
"What's the standard of other dishes after that?" Meg's a little flustered.
"All according to the host's previous comments as the standard."
“wqnmlgb！”
McGonagall's heart was broken. He thought the system was harmless and could be used as an auxiliary system. Now it seems that he is too young to use his original requirements as the standard, which is full of malice.
When I think of the venomous tongue request I made at the beginning, after I put it on myself, ha ha, it's not enough to express his mood.
This NIMA is going to die. Even those Yangzhou fried rice masters, it is estimated that few of them can make Yangzhou fried rice to that extent.
"Sure enough, I can't think too well. It's the way of heaven. In order to appease those chefs, I've made a special system. But now people are coming in and can't get out without finishing... "McGonagall took a deep breath and calmed himself down, looking at a glittering experience pack in his mind.
Now that he has no choice, let's face it. He has already agreed to make love breakfast for Amy. Thinking of how happy Amy should be when she eats Yangzhou fried rice, McGonagall is full of expectations, and even his eyes become firm.
McGonagall tried to touch the glittering experience pack in his mind with his thinking. A piece of Yangzhou fried rice production experience poured into his mind. From the selection of food materials, to the processing of food materials, and then to the process of fried rice, it was perfectly integrated into his thinking, as if it would have been.
"So simple?" McGonagall was completely stunned. He thought the system would embarrass him, but he didn't expect to give him such a big surprise. It was like he inherited the inheritance of a Yangzhou fried rice master. He felt that as long as he followed the method in his mind, he could immediately make a bowl of top-grade Yangzhou fried rice with complete flavor and color, and let him become an experienced cook directly, It's cheating on him.
After sorting out the things in his mind, McGonagall went to the refrigerator confidently and opened it. There were all kinds of ingredients in it, including rice, mushroom, ham, winter bamboo shoots, prawns, green peas, eggs, millet and onion.
"Cook first, then deal with the ingredients, and then cook." McGonagall's mind was clear, and his eyes lit up as he looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator.
He reached for a handful of rice, which was smooth and delicate, with blue and white color and full grains. Under the light, it was crystal clear. It was much better than the Thai fragrant rice he usually ate. A faint fragrance came to his face.
Then look at the shrimp in the pool. Its translucent body has an unusual Lavender pattern. It is swimming happily. It looks full of vitality and ambition.
The bamboo shoots are still stained with a little black soil, and the salt frost on the ham has not been removed. The gray mushroom should be some kind of tree mushroom. The eggs are a circle larger than ordinary eggs. They are yellowish brown, and there is some dew on the green millet and onion.
As a foodstuff who has almost eaten all over the Michelin star restaurant, McGonagall still has this insight. These ingredients are absolutely superior, but to that extent, he's not sure. However, since it's for him to practice, he won't be polite and starts to cook rice.
With Gao Daquan's experience, McGonagall thought it would be easy to make Yangzhou fried rice, but when he really began to deal with the ingredients, he found that everything was not as simple as he thought.
However, I know how to cut a knife in my mind, but when I really hold the ingredients and start cutting, I find that the action on my hand is not up to the requirements and standards in my mind.
In order to make the fried rice taste more delicate, every side dish should be cut to the same size as the rice grains, which is extremely demanding for the knife maker, and it is also a severe challenge for MEG. There is no way to do it just by slicing evenly, which can only be repeated over and over again.
Looking at the thin and thick bamboo shoots, MEG sighed and went on with another one.
"Xiaomi is not sleepy yet. He can help his father to pack things." Amy yawned and shook her head.
"I'll clean it up later. You can't fall asleep here. My father can't hold you now..." McGonagall took Amy's hand and felt a little lost.
Such a lovely daughter, but can't give her a princess to hold, let alone hold high, no, must recover as soon as possible, MEG secretly determined.
The stairs are on the other end of the kitchen. Walking down the counter, there is a small door that separates the dining room from the living area. It's very agreeable to MEG.
When he was in a coma, the little guy kept running up and down the stairs, and invited someone to see him. After eating, he said he was not sleepy, and his eyes were almost closed when he climbed the stairs.
MEG took her into the master bedroom. Beside the big bed, there was a pink children's bed with guardrail. The small quilt and pillow on the small bed were very complete, and there was a small staircase to climb up.
Amy's eyes brightened when she saw such a beautiful room and small bed, but she was too sleepy. She took off her shoes and climbed onto the small bed with a warm and comfortable pillow. Her little hand held Meg's finger tightly. She said happily, "my father is so powerful, and the bed is soft and comfortable. Xiaomi likes it very much. There are also Manchu and Han banquet. They must eat well... "
"Well, you can have the love breakfast made by your father when you wake up in the morning. Sleep well." Meg said with a smile.
"Love breakfast, must be delicious..." Amy whispered. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
MEG stood by the bed, looking at Amy, who was sleeping sweetly. He reached out to help her put her hair on her face on both sides, took the other hand back and covered her up,
"Don't worry, dad will let you eat the whole meal." MEG leaned down and gave Amy a little kiss in the hair. He said in silence.
MEG sat as like as two peas on the side of the bed. He closed his eyes and looked at the door in his mind. He was thinking about how to open it. There was a little guy in his mind who was exactly like him. Just like his body, he was completely under his control, hesitating for a moment, and pushing out the four door word that wrote Yangzhou fried rice.
As like as two peas in the white light, and MCG subconsciously closed his eyes, and then opened it, all his spirits were absorbed into the body of the little man. The door behind him disappeared. Now he stood on a rectangular kitchen, just like the one on his first floor kitchen, just in proportion.
"Well, that's good. After going out, I saved the time of running in and getting familiar with the kitchen." McGonagall's eyes brightened, his legs lifted and he was stunned. His body, which was unable to make any effort, could not help but jump twice. Although he still felt a little weak, his state was much better than that of a useless person before.
"System, what's this?" McGonagall cried excitedly. Has the system been kind enough to help him recover?
"The host's current physical state is the state after physical fitness + 0.5. Please try your best to complete the task. A strong body is waiting for you." The system sounds.
"So it is." McGonagall looked at a physical quality comparison table in his mind. A normal human's physical quality is 2. McGonagall's physical quality after breaking his hand and connecting his short foot is 1. He is half disabled.
The current state is 1.5. Although I can't hold the Epee, it's enough to hold the kitchen knife.
Moreover, the upper limit of human body in this world is much higher than that of the earth. For example, when the physical fitness reaches 4, we can fight with ordinary orcs. At 10, we can even beat the Forest Troll to the ground. At the beginning, MEG Alex's physical fitness should have reached about 8, which is an extremely powerful human being.
"Welcome to the kitchen god test field. The system will provide an authentic Yangzhou fried rice experience. Only after the Yangzhou fried rice completed by the host has passed the system certification, can it leave the test field. The standard is that the host commented on all the requirements of Yangzhou fried rice at the beginning." The system sounds again.
"System, I think I just heard something wrong. What's your standard?" MEG asked tentatively.
"The host commented on all the requirements of Yangzhou fried rice." The system has no emotional response.
"I think the official standard of Yangzhou fried rice is very good, or let's follow that one?" McGonagall tried to negotiate.
"The standard cannot be changed. Please complete the task as soon as possible." The system flatly refused.
"What's the standard of other dishes after that?" Meg's a little flustered.
"All according to the host's previous comments as the standard."
“wqnmlgb！”
McGonagall's heart was broken. He thought the system was harmless and could be used as an auxiliary system. Now it seems that he is too young to use his original requirements as the standard, which is full of malice.
When I think of the venomous tongue request I made at the beginning, after I put it on myself, ha ha, it's not enough to express his mood.
This NIMA is going to die. Even those Yangzhou fried rice masters, it is estimated that few of them can make Yangzhou fried rice to that extent.
"Sure enough, I can't think too well. It's the way of heaven. In order to appease those chefs, I've made a special system. But now people are coming in and can't get out without finishing... "McGonagall took a deep breath and calmed himself down, looking at a glittering experience pack in his mind.
Now that he has no choice, let's face it. He has already agreed to make love breakfast for Amy. Thinking of how happy Amy should be when she eats Yangzhou fried rice, McGonagall is full of expectations, and even his eyes become firm.
McGonagall tried to touch the glittering experience pack in his mind with his thinking. A piece of Yangzhou fried rice production experience poured into his mind. From the selection of food materials, to the processing of food materials, and then to the process of fried rice, it was perfectly integrated into his thinking, as if it would have been.
"So simple?" McGonagall was completely stunned. He thought the system would embarrass him, but he didn't expect to give him such a big surprise. It was like he inherited the inheritance of a Yangzhou fried rice master. He felt that as long as he followed the method in his mind, he could immediately make a bowl of top-grade Yangzhou fried rice with complete flavor and color, and let him become an experienced cook directly, It's cheating on him.
After sorting out the things in his mind, McGonagall went to the refrigerator confidently and opened it. There were all kinds of ingredients in it, including rice, mushroom, ham, winter bamboo shoots, prawns, green peas, eggs, millet and onion.
"Cook first, then deal with the ingredients, and then cook." McGonagall's mind was clear, and his eyes lit up as he looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator.
He reached for a handful of rice, which was smooth and delicate, with blue and white color and full grains. Under the light, it was crystal clear. It was much better than the Thai fragrant rice he usually ate. A faint fragrance came to his face.
Then look at the shrimp in the pool. Its translucent body has an unusual Lavender pattern. It is swimming happily. It looks full of vitality and ambition.
The bamboo shoots are still stained with a little black soil, and the salt frost on the ham has not been removed. The gray mushroom should be some kind of tree mushroom. The eggs are a circle larger than ordinary eggs. They are yellowish brown, and there is some dew on the green millet and onion.
As a foodstuff who has almost eaten all over the Michelin star restaurant, McGonagall still has this insight. These ingredients are absolutely superior, but to that extent, he's not sure. However, since it's for him to practice, he won't be polite and starts to cook rice.
With Gao Daquan's experience, McGonagall thought it would be easy to make Yangzhou fried rice, but when he really began to deal with the ingredients, he found that everything was not as simple as he thought.
However, I know how to cut a knife in my mind, but when I really hold the ingredients and start cutting, I find that the action on my hand is not up to the requirements and standards in my mind.
In order to make the fried rice taste more delicate, every side dish should be cut to the same size as the rice grains, which is extremely demanding for the knife maker, and it is also a severe challenge for MEG. There is no way to do it just by slicing evenly, which can only be repeated over and over again.
Looking at the thin and thick bamboo shoots, MEG sighed and went on with another one.