214: Where Is My Knife?

Where Is My Knife?

Mag cooked and cooked, never slacked off, and never got frustrated by the system's comments.0

Amy will love this dish! It has a lot of meat in it, Mag thought happily, and cooked faster.

Days and days had passed, and his practice had paid off. He had truly mastered this dish.

He turned off the heat and put a bowl of braised chicken on the cooking bench with some tender moonlight rice. "System, what about this one?"

The air was thick with the aroma of chicken and shiitake.

"According to your requirements before…

"1. The soup should be thick, mellow, and agreeably greasy—achieved!

"2. The meat should be brown, tender, and tasty—achieved!

"3. The rice should be fluffy, firm, and delicious—achieved!

"Congratulations, you've mastered this dish!"

Mag felt a sense of fulfillment. It's not so hard after all. After 80 days, he had finally perfected all the details.

"You have 10 minutes to try the food you cooked," said the system.

"That's a first." Mag was very surprised. It used to be that I had to ask for its permission first. The system is a little strange this time.

"Okay. After all the hard work, I think I deserve it." He took a spoon and a pair of chopsticks from the cupboard and picked up a piece of chicken. It was coated in the soup. He brought it into his mouth.

His eyes brightened immediately. The thick soup had a strong taste of chicken and shiitake, stimulating his taste buds.

He bit into the meat. It was really tender, flavorful, and soft, but not as soft as the stewed meat. The flavor stayed in his mouth after he swallowed.

"It's so good!" Mag said delightedly, eyes shining as he looked at the dish before him.

He spooned some soup into his mouth. Mmm! Now that's what a soup should taste like!

He took a bite of rice. It got even tastier when he chewed into those little moons.

With the chopsticks in one hand and the spoon in the other, he was bolting down his food.

When he finished a half bowl of the rice, Mag spooned some soup into the bowl and mixed them together.

He took a bite and smiled. Maybe that's the right way to eat braised chicken and rice!

After the second bowl of rice, Mag put down the spoon and chopsticks and gave a burp with a blissful look.

Before he knew it, he was on his bed again. He was very satisfied and fell asleep quickly.

The alarm woke him up at 5 am. Mag sat up and looked toward Amy. She was still sleeping, and Ugly Duckling was struggling to hold on to the edge of the crib.

It will fall from the bed again.

"Meow!" Ugly Duckling looked to Mag for rescue, but it fell down on the floor before Mag could do anything. Poor cat.

Mag got off his bed and picked it up. "Maybe I should get a small bed for you."

The kitten looked at Amy, and then at Mag. After a moment, it shook its head. "Meow, meow," it said, pointing at Amy.

Mag gave a smile. "Okay, it's your choice." It's a loyal cat.

No matter how badly Amy treats it, it still won't run away. Maybe it's because she was the first person it saw when it broke out of the shell.

Mag put the kitten beside Amy. She wrapped her arms around it and said, "Where did you go, Ugly Duckling…"

It licked her hand, closed its eyes, and started sleeping again.

Mag tucked them in, took his clothes quietly, and went to wash up. He planned to cook some braised chicken and rice for Amy.

He smiled as he pictured Amy eating happily, but when he walked into the kitchen, he froze.

"I think you forgot something, system."

"I think not," it replied calmly.

"Where is my knife? My pan and pot? My chicken drumsticks?"

"Congratulations! You've triggered a new mission! You have 24 hours to capture a wild fire chicken by yourself! Completing the mission will get you a golden knife and unlock the new ingredients and kitchenware; failing it will lead to strength falling by 0.5."

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