Chapter 5, Standards for Cooking

Maggie's heart is in turmoil. Initially, he thought this system was not malicious and could be used as an auxiliary system. Now it seems he was too young, using the standards he initially proposed as a benchmark; this is undoubtedly filled with malice.

Looking again at the large shrimp in the nearby pool, its semi-transparent body surprisingly features uncommon light purple patterns, swimming joyfully, appearing vibrant and full of wildness

The system responded without any emotion to all the requirements initially mentioned by the host regarding Yangzhou fried rice

Is it really that simple? Mai Ge was completely stunned, originally thinking that the system would challenge him a bit, but unexpectedly, it directly gave him such a huge surprise, as if he had inherited the legacy of a Yangzhou fried rice master. He felt that as long as he followed the methods in his mind, he could immediately make a bowl of top-quality Yangzhou fried rice that was rich in color, aroma, and flavor, transforming him from a novice cook into an expert, it was simply like giving him a cheat code.

"System, I feel like I might have misheard something just now. What is the standard you mentioned?" Magge asked tentatively

"Well, when I wake up early tomorrow, I will be able to enjoy the heartfelt breakfast made by my father. Sleep well, dear," Mag said with a smile.

Magge attempted to mentally touch the shimmering experience package in his mind, and a wealth of knowledge about making Yangzhou fried rice flooded into his consciousness. From the selection of ingredients to their preparation, and then to the cooking process, everything seamlessly integrated into his thoughts as if he had always known how to do it.

Oh, this is great. After going out, I will save the time needed for adjustment and getting familiar with the kitchen. " Meg's eyes lit up, and as she lifted her leg, she was momentarily stunned. Her body, which had previously been completely powerless, was now able to move normally. Unable to contain herself, she jumped a couple of times. Although there was still a slight feeling of weakness and lightness, it was already much better than her previous state of being incapacitated.

Having organized his thoughts, Maige confidently walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and found various ingredients neatly categorized inside: rice, tree mushrooms, ham, winter bamboo shoots, large shrimp, green peas, eggs, and scallions, with all the necessary ingredients readily available

He reached out and grabbed a handful of rice, feeling its smooth and delicate texture. The color was a pale greenish-white, and the grains were plump. Under the illumination of the light, it appeared crystal clear, far surpassing the quality of the Thai jasmine rice he usually consumed, and a refreshing fragrance wafted towards him

Magge then sat down on the edge of the large bed, closed his eyes, and began to contemplate the door in his mind, pondering how to open it. To his surprise, a little figure that looked exactly like him appeared in his mind, completely under his control, just like his own body. After a moment of hesitation, he reached out and pushed open the door marked with the four large characters "Yangzhou Fried Rice".

Although I clearly know how to wield the knife in my mind, when I actually hold the ingredients and begin to cut, I realize that the movements of my hands cannot meet the requirements and standards I envisioned in my mind

"Xiaomi is not tired yet and can help his father tidy up things," Amy said while yawning and shaking her head

The current physical condition of the host is the state after physical fitness + 0.5, please strive to complete the task, a strong body is waiting for you

The winter bamboo shoots are still speckled with a bit of black soil, the salt crust on the ham has yet to be removed, the gray mushrooms appear to be a type of tree mushroom, the eggs are larger than ordinary chicken eggs, with a slightly earthy yellow hue, and the tender green shallots are still adorned with some dew

So it is. Mag looked at a physical fitness comparison chart that synchronized in his mind. The physical fitness of a normal human being is 2, while his own, after the severing of his hand and the shortening of his leg, is 1, indicating a semi-disabled state

He only felt a flash of white light before him, and McG instinctively closed his eyes. When he opened them again, all of his spirit had been absorbed into the body of that little figure. The door behind him had vanished, and the place where he now stood was a rectangular kitchen, identical to the kitchen on his first floor, perfectly corresponding in proportion.

Amy's eyes brightened at the sight of such a beautiful room and small bed, but she was truly too tired. She took off her shoes and climbed onto the small bed, resting her head on the warm and comfortable pillow, her small hand tightly grasping Mag's finger. Happily, she said: "Father, you are amazing, the bed has become so soft and comfortable, I really like it. And the Manchu Han Imperial Feast, it must be delicious..."

The staircase is at the other end of the kitchen, leading from the counter towards the library, where there is a small door that separates the dining area from the living space, which is quite in line with McG's intentions

Indeed, one cannot think too optimistically; this is a system specifically designed to target me, created by the heavens to appease those chefs. But now that everyone is inside, we cannot leave until we complete it... Mag looked at a shimmering experience pack that appeared in his mind, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down

What will be the standards for other dishes in the future?" Magge felt a bit flustered

"Rest assured, your father will definitely ensure you enjoy a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast." Magg gently bent down and kissed Amy's hair, silently saying in his heart

As a connoisseur who has nearly dined at all Michelin-starred restaurants, Maige certainly possesses a discerning eye. These ingredients are undoubtedly of the highest quality, but to what extent, he finds it somewhat difficult to ascertain. However, since these are meant for him to practice with, he naturally will not hold back and begins to wash the rice and cook it.

Moreover, the physical limits of humans in this world are significantly higher than those on Earth. For instance, once physical fitness reaches 4, one can engage in hand-to-hand combat with ordinary beastmen. At a level of 10, one can even knock down a forest troll with a single punch. Initially, Magg Alex's physical fitness was estimated to be around 8, making him an exceptionally powerful being among humans

Welcome to the Chef's Trial Arena. The system will provide an authentic Yangzhou Fried Rice experience. Only after the host successfully completes the Yangzhou Fried Rice and it is certified by this system can they leave the trial arena. The standard is based on all the requirements the host initially outlined in their review of Yangzhou Fried Rice. The voice of the system echoed once more.

With such an impressive array of experience, McG thought that making a Yangzhou fried rice would be easy. However, when he actually began to handle the ingredients, he realized that everything was not as simple as he had imagined

"Let's go, look, our little Xiaomi is already yawning. It's time to go upstairs and sleep," said Maige, taking Amy's hand and smiling.

Maggie led her into the master bedroom, where beside the large bed was a pink children's bed with guardrails. The small bed was fully equipped with a little quilt and a small pillow, and there was a small staircase for climbing up

In order to achieve a more delicate texture in fried rice, each ingredient must be cut to the same uniform size as the rice grains. This places extremely high demands on knife skills, presenting a formidable challenge for Maggie. Simply achieving uniform slices is not feasible; it can only be accomplished through repeated attempts.

The standard is non-negotiable; please complete the task as soon as possible. The system categorically refuses.

"A heartwarming breakfast, it must be delicious..." Amy murmured, closing her eyes, and soon fell asleep

All should be based on the host's previous comments as the standard

"I will come to tidy up soon, but you must not fall asleep here, as your father cannot carry you right now..." Mag raised Amy's small hand, feeling inexplicably a bit disappointed

First cook, then prepare the ingredients, and finally stir-fry the rice. The steps in Maige's mind were very clear, and upon seeing the ingredients in the refrigerator, his eyes suddenly lit up

And the current state is 1.5, although I cannot wield a heavy sword, I am capable of holding a kitchen knife

Such a lovely daughter, yet I cannot give her a princess hug, let alone lift her high. No, I must recover my health as soon as possible, Magge silently resolved.

Looking at a slice of bamboo shoot that is thin on one end and thick on the other, Mag sighed and decided to switch to another one

This is truly digging one's own grave; even among those masters of Yangzhou fried rice, I doubt there are many who can make fried rice of that caliber

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"System, what is this?" Magge exclaimed with some excitement. Could it be that the system has kindly restored his body?

Since there are no more choices, let us face it directly. He has already promised to make a heart-shaped breakfast for Amy. Thinking about how happy Amy will be to eat Yangzhou fried rice, Mag is also filled with anticipation, and even his gaze has become resolute.

Maggie stood by the bed, watching Amy sleep sweetly. She reached out to tuck the hair that had fallen on Amy's face behind her ears, then withdrew her other hand to properly cover her with the blanket

I believe the standard for Yangzhou fried rice previously announced by the authorities is quite good, so why don't we follow that? " McGree attempted to negotiate

Recalling the acerbic demands he once made in a nitpicking manner, when applied to himself, even a mere "heh" is insufficient to express his feelings

The little fellow kept running up and down the stairs while he was unconscious, even going to invite someone to see him. Now, after having eaten, he claims he is not sleepy, yet his eyes are nearly closing as he climbs the stairs