Story 8 - Tribulation Troubles (6 ?)
Did he seriously just kick the damn pan?!
Unnecessary and risky!
If he couldn’t catch everything...
Fuck, we’d have to store the first dish in the new ti-freezing pantry of the space, then search for the ingredients for the tofu and vegetables.
I should yell at the brat. But I had to keep silent — cooking was one of the few subjects I knew shit about. For all I knew this was necessary.
While I kept a stiff face, I watched the little shit use an immortal chef technique to spin the bowls under the falling vegetables, catching each of them before they could fall all over the place.
When the dishes landed softly on the countertop next to the Scorching Garlic Chili Noodles, they appeared to be full of energy, but also a tiny bit lackluster. It was like the dish wasn’t complete and was duller for it.
That was when he grabbed his pre-made sauce. With a twist of a spoon, he drizzled it over the rice, vegetables and tofu. That was when both dishes started to sparkle. Waves of intense mouthwatering scent wafted through the kitchen.
When he added a few julienned sprigs of Split Yang Carrots as a garnish, I visibly saw the al increase in quality. If this were in a manhua, it would have gone from having a few sparkles to filling the panel with them. Possibly even a rainbow effect just to add that extra bit of special.
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