Chapter 4, A Small Agreement

"Father, please eat slowly. Although the sweet and crispy cookies are very delicious, you must not rush. You should take small bites to avoid choking." Amy let out a sigh, as if relieved, and then began to lecture Meg with a serious expression.

Amy looked up at Mag, blinked her eyes, and today her father seemed truly different, appearing taller and more approachable. She looked at his little finger and extended her own little finger to hook onto it, smiling happily as she said, "Hmm, Xiao Mi believes that Father can definitely do it."

Looking at Amy's serious expression, Mag suddenly felt a bit of a sting in his nose. He sniffed, smiled, and shook his head, saying: "Fathers today are no longer the same as before. Of course, the responsibility of earning a living falls on me. I will definitely deliver on the promise of a full banquet, as this is our agreement and my commitment." After saying this, he extended his pinky finger towards Amy.

In order for me to learn how to cook properly, it truly requires a great deal of effort... Magg felt a moment of hesitation, somewhat helpless; it seems that today there is no way to prepare anything else to eat, and moreover, the system indicated that future ingredients would need to be purchased. Could it be that the system will directly provide the necessary ingredients?

The host currently does not have permission to use those appliances. Once the tasks are completed, access will be gradually unlocked. At this stage, only the ingredients required for the recipes that the host has learned are provided, and the host needs to make purchases in order to use them.

Is that so... Amy felt a bit down, but she quickly lifted her head, her small hand grasping Mag's large hand, gently patting the back of his hand, and comforted him, saying: "It's alright, dear father. I think the meals from before were also very delicious. When I grow up a bit more, I will be able to earn money, and then I will buy you lots and lots of delicious food, so that you can prepare a grand feast for me."

Mag re-examined the memories of his former self. This world, due to a millennium of racial wars, has a culinary style somewhat akin to British cuisine, characterized by simple and crude cooking methods, primarily boiling or roasting.

He is now just an ordinary father, and he does not wish to go through those events from his past life again; he certainly does not want to traverse to another world a second time

Of course, Father also wants to make something for Amy to eat, but our restaurant has not opened yet, and there are no ingredients in the kitchen, so we cannot prepare so many delicious dishes. Mag stretched out his hand to touch Amy's head and said apologetically

Due to extreme hunger, Magg could only soak the bread in boiling water, waiting for it to soften before swallowing it down, managing to force it down.

"Indeed, what Xiaomi said is correct," Mag looked into Xiaomi's eyes and nodded seriously. Only then did the little one return to their seat with satisfaction

The kitchen has a rectangular layout, approximately 10 square meters in size, which can be considered spacious. There are four built-in gas stoves on the countertop, a silver side-suction range hood, and next to it, there is a large refrigerator with double doors.

This is like a virgin land of gourmet food, waiting for me to cultivate it. Magg looked at Amy, who was savoring the sweet and crispy cake with both hands, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. He had little interest in the grand ideal of promoting culinary culture, but he wanted his daughter to enjoy real delicacies and live a comfortable life. With this thought in mind, learning to cook didn't seem like an unacceptable endeavor.

Although a century of peace has led to some development in cuisine, the thinking of chefs has become severely rigid. Even with efforts to improve, the dishes remain simple, and there have not been many refreshing cooking methods and dishes that have emerged.

When cooking, no seasonings are added; instead, individuals can sprinkle some salt and pepper or other seasonings according to their personal taste when eating. The main goal is to ensure sufficient food intake and a balanced diet, as there were not many conditions to be particular about during the war years

Um... Mag looked at Amy's eager gaze and suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. He couldn't even make a plate of Yangzhou fried rice right now. However, he did have a chef cultivation system, so in the future, preparing a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast would definitely not be a problem. But seeing the little girl's expression, which indicated she wanted to eat right away, made him feel like he might have boasted a bit too early.

"Well, my father is fine, just a bit choked up." McGonagall quickly looked down at Amy, reached out to touch her hair, and a smile returned to his face. This feeling of being cared for and relied upon warmed his heart, significantly alleviating his malice towards the crispy cookies.

Turning on the faucet, he gulped down several large mouthfuls of water, supporting himself on the edge of the sink as he exhaled. Only then did McG feel as if he had come back to life. Initially, upon waking, he had felt extremely parched without having any water, and that sweet, crispy biscuit had nearly choked him as it went down his throat. Now, he still felt a slight pain in his throat.

If this were in a previous life, he would have to write a lengthy manifesto of a thousand characters to ensure that this boss would go out of business. Is this something meant for human consumption?

Of course it is true, and the Manchu Han Imperial Feast is not a single dish, but a grand banquet composed of one hundred and eight delicacies from mountains and seas, which can be enjoyed for three consecutive days. Magg nodded seriously, naturally guessing the little girl's thoughts; in her mind, the sweet and crispy cake was the most delicious thing. As for his previous cooking skills, they were truly not commendable, comparable to his current abilities, and it is likely that he left a psychological shadow on the little girl.

"System, did you forget to include the appliances and kitchenware when you renovated? The refrigerator is also empty, isn't it?" Meg closed the empty refrigerator, and her idea of casually cooking something to eat was also dashed.

Moreover, after tasting the poorly flavored crispy biscuit, he is very much looking forward to Yangzhou fried rice. Whether it is to let Amy try the delicacies from Earth or to conquer the entire world with a serving of Yangzhou fried rice, it is indeed an interesting endeavor

Maggie did not rush to go out, but instead began to survey the kitchen.

Humans who enjoy exploring gourmet food are already like this, let alone other races. The food of the Elves is primarily sourced from nature, mainly consisting of various wild fruits; Dwarves are more casual about their food, as anything cooked is acceptable; ... As for Demons and Orcs, they may even consume their prey raw ...

"That's not right; this can only be considered something that barely satisfies hunger. Xiaomi, in the future, I will prepare a grand banquet for you, just for you to enjoy, until you are full." Mag shook his head, reached out to gently scratch Amy's delicate little nose, and said with a smile.

After wandering around the kitchen and confirming that there was nothing to eat, I had no choice but to pour two bowls of boiled water and carry them out of the kitchen. It seems that completing tasks promptly is indeed very necessary; otherwise, one may possess a wealth of resources without a place to utilize them.

This is a highly professional modern kitchen, yet most areas remain empty, with only a wide Chinese chef's knife hanging on the knife rack, and there are no pots, bowls, or other utensils.

Amy's teeth were quite good; the pancake made a crisp sound as she bit into it, and before long, she had finished eating. She picked up the bowl with both hands and took a big gulp of plain water, letting out a satisfied burp. Looking at Mag, who was still using chopsticks to pick at the porridge in his bowl, she smiled and said, "Father, isn't the sweet and crispy pancake incredibly delicious?"

"The Manchu-Han Imperial Feast? Is it really better than the sweet crispy cake?" Amy's eyes lit up completely, but when she looked at Mag, her little face revealed a hint of conflict. The dishes her father made before tasted quite strange. Can he really create a dish that is a hundred times more delicious than the sweet crispy cake?

"Dear Father, how are you?" Amy had run over at some point, pulling at his garment and asking with concern.

"Are there one hundred and eight kinds of delicacies?" Amy pointed with her finger, her little head straining to imagine a table filled with dishes even more delicious than sweet and crispy cakes, and the scene of being able to eat continuously for three days made her eyes shine brighter and a happy smile appeared on her face. She jumped down from the chair and looked at Mag, joyfully exclaiming: "Hooray! I want to eat a Manchu Han Imperial Feast. Father, please prepare a Manchu Han Imperial Feast for me! I want to eat it right now!"