Chapter 2044: [A bowl of perfect red oil handwriting]
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Irina happily ate a small bite of the black soil fried rice, resisting the stomach upset, and swallowed it.
"Well, it's good." Irina drank a glass of water and nodded with a complicated expression.
She hasn't eaten something so unpalatable for many years.
Last time……
It was probably time to taste the dishes she made herself.
It was a bison like a hill.
Finally it was roasted to ashes.
The taste of bibimbap...
She still feels stomach upset when she thinks about it now.
This soul fried rice made by Amy is her true story.
Annie heard the praise of the two and took up the spoon expectantly, took a spoonful of fried rice and fed it into her mouth.
Her eyes gradually widened, looking at McGonagall and Irina with some doubts, her bright eyes were like a deceived deer.
But she finally swallowed the fried rice, then silently put down the spoon, drank a large glass of water, and showed a reluctant smile.
"Negative emotions from Annie +1+1+1"
"Then what... I'll go to clean up the kitchen, and then make some other food." McGonagall walked to the kitchen with the bowl.
"I can help clean up." Irina, who had never worked, got up and walked to the kitchen with her bowl.
Annie also stood up silently, carrying the bowl into the kitchen.
"It seems that this fried rice is not as bad as expected. Everyone seems to like it." Amy picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of fried rice into her mouth expectantly.
Amy's expression instantly solidified.
silence……
silence……
"Oh~~~"
(??｀??Д????)!!
"How can it be so terrible!"
Amy herself was stunned.
"This... shouldn't hurt her pride, right?" Irina glanced at the door and smiled.
"I hope the little guy can clearly recognize his talent in cooking, and don't toss the kitchen and our stomachs every morning." McGonagall shrugged with a smile.
He was quite moved by the fact that Amy was cooking for them.
The little guy who is just that old already knows to understand their hard work.
However, her talent in cooking is inversely proportional to her magic talent, which is a complete mess.
If it is Anna, you should be able to make a good-looking Yangzhou fried rice.
With Irina's help, the kitchen was quickly restored to its original condition.
McGonagall took out various ingredients from the refrigerator, only to notice a cut through on the cutting table.
"I'm not used to using kitchen knives, it's normal." Irina took a look and said calmly.
McGonagall glanced at her, and most people didn't think it was normal.
"do you have any opinion?"
McGonagall shook his head quickly: "No, it's normal. I used to chop the vegetable cutting table to make vegetables."
"It turns out... Father, they can even accept this kind of smell in order to take care of my feelings." Amy glanced at the direction of the kitchen, then turned her eyes, and landed on the ugly duckling who was lying on the counter.
[An obese cat]
This was the first time the Ugly Duckling had not come to the table when he was eating.
The ugly duckling seemed to feel something bad, and when he turned his head, he saw Amy walking step by step holding a spoon with dark dishes in the spoon.
"Come on, Ugly Duckling, try the loving breakfast I made for you."
"Don't come here!!!"
The ugly duckling instantly burst into flames, staring at Amy.
Amy hugged the ugly duckling who was about to retreat, then pinched his round face, pinched a few fried rice from the spoon and threw it into its mouth.
The ugly duckling kicked his legs twice, his head tilted, and died instantly.
"Negative emotions from the ugly duckling +3!"
"Wow, that's okay?" Amy's eyes lit up, looking at the ugly duckling as if she saw a treasure.
Amy put down the spoon, squeezed the fat face of the ugly duckling, and said happily, "Is it dead? That would be a shame. It seems that I can only eat Peking duck or roast goose for lunch today?"
"Meow~"
The ugly duckling with his head tilted and his tongue stuck out suddenly opened his eyes and let out a weak cry.
"This ugly duckling looks like it has heat stroke, or..."
"Meow, meow~"
The ugly duckling got up with a clutter, and affectionately rubbed Amy's hand with his head, and jumped down on the counter again, indicating that he was healthy.
"The negative emotions from the ugly duckling +1+1+1..."
After a while, Amy got ten life experience points on the ugly duckling.
McGonagall came out with a freshly cooked breakfast, brightly colored Yangzhou fried rice, a classic combination of soy milk and fried dough sticks, a bowl of porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat, and a bowl of spicy red oil.
"this is?"
Everyone's eyes were attracted by the red bowl of red oil.
In McGonagall’s breakfast menu, there is no such heavy-tasting breakfast.
Moreover, this is something that I have never seen him do.
[A bowl of perfect red oil hand made-the chef has amazing cooking skills]
Amy watched the red oil copy her hand, and a line of notes popped out of her mind.
"This is a red oil copy hand. It's the first try today. Would you like to try it?" McGonagall smiled.
If you don't count the thousands of operations in the God of Cooking Proving Ground last night, this is indeed the first red oil copy he has done in reality.
When he saw this Sichuan food snack, which he loved, reappear in another world, the sense of accomplishment was quite amazing.
"It looks a little greasy, I'll just drink the porridge." Irina refused, serving the preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Her injured stomach needs warming porridge.
Annie chose Yangzhou fried rice, and she also shook her head slightly to indicate that she did not use it.
"Can I taste one?" Only Amy looked at McGonagall expectantly.
"Of course." McGonagall took a small bowl and gave her a bowl.
Only the real foodie will have the courage to try different foods.
Amy scooped up a hand with a spoon. The bright red soup dyed the noodles a beautiful color, and the fragrance of the meat slowly floated through the thin skin. A few green onions and coriander were dotted on it, which looked very attractive.
After pouting a few mouthfuls, Amy took the spoon and carefully fed the hand into her mouth.
The soup is slightly numb and spicy, but the bones are rich in aroma. This is the old bone soup that has been boiled for a whole night, and it is the perfect combination with sesame oil.
The dough is thin and smooth, and it is covered with meat fillings. When you bite it gently, the meat juice splashes in your mouth.
The soft and delicious taste, combined with the slightly spicy soup, is a wonderful collision!
This bite is really satisfying!
"System, please don't post any excessive tasks for me to do breakfast in the future. This is an insult to a father who has perfect cooking skills." Amy said seriously in her heart.
Life experience system: "..."
How can the host ask the system for tasks?
This is the most excessive, okay!
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Irina happily ate a small bite of the black soil fried rice, resisting the stomach upset, and swallowed it.
"Well, it's good." Irina drank a glass of water and nodded with a complicated expression.
She hasn't eaten something so unpalatable for many years.
Last time……
It was probably time to taste the dishes she made herself.
It was a bison like a hill.
Finally it was roasted to ashes.
The taste of bibimbap...
She still feels stomach upset when she thinks about it now.
This soul fried rice made by Amy is her true story.
Annie heard the praise of the two and took up the spoon expectantly, took a spoonful of fried rice and fed it into her mouth.
Her eyes gradually widened, looking at McGonagall and Irina with some doubts, her bright eyes were like a deceived deer.
But she finally swallowed the fried rice, then silently put down the spoon, drank a large glass of water, and showed a reluctant smile.
"Negative emotions from Annie +1+1+1"
"Then what... I'll go to clean up the kitchen, and then make some other food." McGonagall walked to the kitchen with the bowl.
"I can help clean up." Irina, who had never worked, got up and walked to the kitchen with her bowl.
Annie also stood up silently, carrying the bowl into the kitchen.
"It seems that this fried rice is not as bad as expected. Everyone seems to like it." Amy picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of fried rice into her mouth expectantly.
Amy's expression instantly solidified.
silence……
silence……
"Oh~~~"
(??｀??Д????)!!
"How can it be so terrible!"
Amy herself was stunned.
"This... shouldn't hurt her pride, right?" Irina glanced at the door and smiled.
"I hope the little guy can clearly recognize his talent in cooking, and don't toss the kitchen and our stomachs every morning." McGonagall shrugged with a smile.
He was quite moved by the fact that Amy was cooking for them.
The little guy who is just that old already knows to understand their hard work.
However, her talent in cooking is inversely proportional to her magic talent, which is a complete mess.
If it is Anna, you should be able to make a good-looking Yangzhou fried rice.
With Irina's help, the kitchen was quickly restored to its original condition.
McGonagall took out various ingredients from the refrigerator, only to notice a cut through on the cutting table.
"I'm not used to using kitchen knives, it's normal." Irina took a look and said calmly.
McGonagall glanced at her, and most people didn't think it was normal.
"do you have any opinion?"
McGonagall shook his head quickly: "No, it's normal. I used to chop the vegetable cutting table to make vegetables."
"It turns out... Father, they can even accept this kind of smell in order to take care of my feelings." Amy glanced at the direction of the kitchen, then turned her eyes, and landed on the ugly duckling who was lying on the counter.
[An obese cat]
This was the first time the Ugly Duckling had not come to the table when he was eating.
The ugly duckling seemed to feel something bad, and when he turned his head, he saw Amy walking step by step holding a spoon with dark dishes in the spoon.
"Come on, Ugly Duckling, try the loving breakfast I made for you."
"Don't come here!!!"
The ugly duckling instantly burst into flames, staring at Amy.
Amy hugged the ugly duckling who was about to retreat, then pinched his round face, pinched a few fried rice from the spoon and threw it into its mouth.
The ugly duckling kicked his legs twice, his head tilted, and died instantly.
"Negative emotions from the ugly duckling +3!"
"Wow, that's okay?" Amy's eyes lit up, looking at the ugly duckling as if she saw a treasure.
Amy put down the spoon, squeezed the fat face of the ugly duckling, and said happily, "Is it dead? That would be a shame. It seems that I can only eat Peking duck or roast goose for lunch today?"
"Meow~"
The ugly duckling with his head tilted and his tongue stuck out suddenly opened his eyes and let out a weak cry.
"This ugly duckling looks like it has heat stroke, or..."
"Meow, meow~"
The ugly duckling got up with a clutter, and affectionately rubbed Amy's hand with his head, and jumped down on the counter again, indicating that he was healthy.
"The negative emotions from the ugly duckling +1+1+1..."
After a while, Amy got ten life experience points on the ugly duckling.
McGonagall came out with a freshly cooked breakfast, brightly colored Yangzhou fried rice, a classic combination of soy milk and fried dough sticks, a bowl of porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat, and a bowl of spicy red oil.
"this is?"
Everyone's eyes were attracted by the red bowl of red oil.
In McGonagall’s breakfast menu, there is no such heavy-tasting breakfast.
Moreover, this is something that I have never seen him do.
[A bowl of perfect red oil hand made-the chef has amazing cooking skills]
Amy watched the red oil copy her hand, and a line of notes popped out of her mind.
"This is a red oil copy hand. It's the first try today. Would you like to try it?" McGonagall smiled.
If you don't count the thousands of operations in the God of Cooking Proving Ground last night, this is indeed the first red oil copy he has done in reality.
When he saw this Sichuan food snack, which he loved, reappear in another world, the sense of accomplishment was quite amazing.
"It looks a little greasy, I'll just drink the porridge." Irina refused, serving the preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Her injured stomach needs warming porridge.
Annie chose Yangzhou fried rice, and she also shook her head slightly to indicate that she did not use it.
"Can I taste one?" Only Amy looked at McGonagall expectantly.
"Of course." McGonagall took a small bowl and gave her a bowl.
Only the real foodie will have the courage to try different foods.
Amy scooped up a hand with a spoon. The bright red soup dyed the noodles a beautiful color, and the fragrance of the meat slowly floated through the thin skin. A few green onions and coriander were dotted on it, which looked very attractive.
After pouting a few mouthfuls, Amy took the spoon and carefully fed the hand into her mouth.
The soup is slightly numb and spicy, but the bones are rich in aroma. This is the old bone soup that has been boiled for a whole night, and it is the perfect combination with sesame oil.
The dough is thin and smooth, and it is covered with meat fillings. When you bite it gently, the meat juice splashes in your mouth.
The soft and delicious taste, combined with the slightly spicy soup, is a wonderful collision!
This bite is really satisfying!
"System, please don't post any excessive tasks for me to do breakfast in the future. This is an insult to a father who has perfect cooking skills." Amy said seriously in her heart.
Life experience system: "..."
How can the host ask the system for tasks?
This is the most excessive, okay!
Irina happily ate a small bite of the black soil fried rice, resisting the stomach upset, and swallowed it."Well, it's good." Irina drank a glass of water and nodded with a complicated expression.She hasn't eaten something so unpalatable for many years.Last timeIt was probably time to taste the dishes she made herself.It was a bison like a hill.Finally it was roasted to ashes.The taste of bibimbap...She still feels stomach upset when she thinks about it now.This soul fried rice made by Amy is her true story.Annie heard the praise of the two and took up the spoon expectantly, took a spoonful of fried rice and fed it into her mouth.Her eyes gradually widened, looking at McGonagall and Irina with some doubts, her bright eyes were like a deceived deer.But she finally swallowed the fried rice, then silently put down the spoon, drank a large glass of water, and showed a reluctant smile."Negative emotions from Annie +1+1+1""Then what... I'll go to clean up the kitchen, and then make some other food." McGonagall walked to the kitchen with the bowl."I can help clean up." Irina, who had never worked, got up and walked to the kitchen with her bowl.Annie also stood up silently, carrying the bowl into the kitchen."It seems that this fried rice is not as bad as expected. Everyone seems to like it." Amy picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of fried rice into her mouth expectantly.Amy's expression instantly solidified.silencesilence"Oh~~~"????????!!"How can it be so terrible!"Amy herself was stunned."This... shouldn't hurt her pride, right?" Irina glanced at the door and smiled."I hope the little guy can clearly recognize his talent in cooking, and don't toss the kitchen and our stomachs every morning." McGonagall shrugged with a smile.He was quite moved by the fact that Amy was cooking for them.The little guy who is just that old already knows to understand their hard work.However, her talent in cooking is inversely proportional to her magic talent, which is a complete mess.If it is Anna, you should be able to make a good-looking Yangzhou fried rice.With Irina's help, the kitchen was quickly restored to its original condition.McGonagall took out various ingredients from the refrigerator, only to notice a cut through on the cutting table."I'm not used to using kitchen knives, it's normal." Irina took a look and said calmly.McGonagall glanced at her, and most people didn't think it was normal."do you have any opinion?"McGonagall shook his head quickly: "No, it's normal. I used to chop the vegetable cutting table to make vegetables.""It turns out... Father, they can even accept this kind of smell in order to take care of my feelings." Amy glanced at the direction of the kitchen, then turned her eyes, and landed on the ugly duckling who was lying on the counter.An obese catThis was the first time the Ugly Duckling had not come to the table when he was eating.The ugly duckling seemed to feel something bad, and when he turned his head, he saw Amy walking step by step holding a spoon with dark dishes in the spoon."Come on, Ugly Duckling, try the loving breakfast I made for you.""Don't come here!!!"The ugly duckling instantly burst into flames, staring at Amy.Amy hugged the ugly duckling who was about to retreat, then pinched his round face, pinched a few fried rice from the spoon and threw it into its mouth.The ugly duckling kicked his legs twice, his head tilted, and died instantly."Negative emotions from the ugly duckling +3!""Wow, that's okay?" Amy's eyes lit up, looking at the ugly duckling as if she saw a treasure.Amy put down the spoon, squeezed the fat face of the ugly duckling, and said happily, "Is it dead? That would be a shame. It seems that I can only eat Peking duck or roast goose for lunch today?""Meow~"The ugly duckling with his head tilted and his tongue stuck out suddenly opened his eyes and let out a weak cry."This ugly duckling looks like it has heat stroke, or...""Meow, meow~"The ugly duckling got up with a clutter, and affectionately rubbed Amy's hand with his head, and jumped down on the counter again, indicating that he was healthy."The negative emotions from the ugly duckling +1+1+1..."After a while, Amy got ten life experience points on the ugly duckling.McGonagall came out with a freshly cooked breakfast, brightly colored Yangzhou fried rice, a classic combination of soy milk and fried dough sticks, a bowl of porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat, and a bowl of spicy red oil."this is?"Everyone's eyes were attracted by the red bowl of red oil.In McGonagall's breakfast menu, there is no such heavy-tasting breakfast.Moreover, this is something that I have never seen him do.A bowl of perfect red oil hand made-the chef has amazing cooking skillsAmy watched the red oil copy her hand, and a line of notes popped out of her mind."This is a red oil copy hand. It's the first try today. Would you like to try it?" McGonagall smiled.If you don't count the thousands of operations in the God of Cooking Proving Ground last night, this is indeed the first red oil copy he has done in reality.When he saw this Sichuan food snack, which he loved, reappear in another world, the sense of accomplishment was quite amazing."It looks a little greasy, I'll just drink the porridge." Irina refused, serving the preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Her injured stomach needs warming porridge.Annie chose Yangzhou fried rice, and she also shook her head slightly to indicate that she did not use it."Can I taste one?" Only Amy looked at McGonagall expectantly."Of course." McGonagall took a small bowl and gave her a bowl.Only the real foodie will have the courage to try different foods.Amy scooped up a hand with a spoon. The bright red soup dyed the noodles a beautiful color, and the fragrance of the meat slowly floated through the thin skin. A few green onions and coriander were dotted on it, which looked very attractive.After pouting a few mouthfuls, Amy took the spoon and carefully fed the hand into her mouth.The soup is slightly numb and spicy, but the bones are rich in aroma. This is the old bone soup that has been boiled for a whole night, and it is the perfect combination with sesame oil.The dough is thin and smooth, and it is covered with meat fillings. When you bite it gently, the meat juice splashes in your mouth.The soft and delicious taste, combined with the slightly spicy soup, is a wonderful collision!This bite is really satisfying!"System, please don't post any excessive tasks for me to do breakfast in the future. This is an insult to a father who has perfect cooking skills." Amy said seriously in her heart.Life experience system: "..."How can the host ask the system for tasks?This is the most excessive, okay!
