Chapter 5

"Let's go, look, our little Mi is already yawning. Let's go upstairs to sleep," Mag took Amy's hand and said with a smile.

"Mi isn't sleepy yet, I can help Father tidy up," Amy yawned and shook her head, saying.

"In a bit, I'll tidy up. You can't fall asleep here, Father can't carry you anymore..." Mag held Amy's small hand, feeling a bit disappointed.

Such a cute daughter, but he couldn't give her a princess hug, let alone lift her high. No, he had to recover his body as soon as possible, Mag resolved in his heart.

The stairs were on the other side of the kitchen. From the counter, there was a small door that separated the dining area from the living area, which suited Mag's preferences perfectly.

The little one had been running up and down the stairs while he was unconscious, even inviting people to see him. Now, after eating, she said she wasn't sleepy, but her eyes were already half-closed as she climbed the stairs.

Mag led her into the master bedroom. Next to the large bed was a pink children's bed with guardrails. The small bed was fully equipped with a small quilt and pillow, and there was even a small ladder to climb up.

Seeing such a beautiful room and bed, Amy's eyes lit up, but she was too sleepy. She took off her shoes, climbed onto the small bed, and rested her head on the warm, comfortable pillow. She held Mag's fingers tightly and said happily, "Father is so amazing, the bed is so soft and comfortable, Mi really likes it. And the Manhan Quanxi, it must be delicious..."

"Sure, you can have Father's loving breakfast as soon as you wake up tomorrow. Sleep well," Mag said with a smile.

"Loving breakfast, it must be delicious..." Amy mumbled, closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Mag stood by the bed, looking at the sweetly sleeping Amy. He reached out to brush the hair from her face, pulled back his other hand, and tucked her in.

"Don't worry, Father will definitely let you have the Manhan Quanxi," Mag leaned down and gently kissed Amy's hair, saying silently in his heart.

Mag then sat on the edge of the large bed, closed his eyes, and looked at the door in his mind. He was thinking about how to open it when a small figure identical to him appeared in his mind, completely under his control. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and pushed the door marked "Yangzhou Fried Rice."

A flash of white light appeared before his eyes, and Mag instinctively closed his eyes. When he opened them again, all his consciousness had been absorbed into the small figure's body. The door behind him was gone, and he was now standing in a rectangular kitchen, identical to the one on the first floor, perfectly scaled.

"Wow, this is great, it saves time for getting used to the kitchen after I leave," Mag's eyes lit up. He lifted his leg and was surprised to find that his body, which had been completely powerless, could now move normally. He couldn't help but jump a few times. Although he still felt a bit weak, it was much better than his previous state.

"System, what is this?" Mag asked excitedly, wondering if the system had kindly restored his body.

"The host's current physical condition is after a +0.5 increase in physical fitness. Please strive to complete the tasks, a strong body awaits you," the system's voice said.

"I see," Mag looked at the physical fitness comparison chart that appeared in his mind. A normal human's physical fitness is 2, while Mag's after his hand and leg were reattached was 1, a semi-disabled state.

His current state is 1.5, not enough to lift a heavy sword, but enough to hold a kitchen knife.

Moreover, the physical limits of humans in this world are much higher than on Earth. For example, a physical fitness of 4 allows one to fight ordinary orcs, and 10 can knock down a forest troll with one punch. Mag Alex's physical fitness was around 8, making him one of the most powerful humans.

"Welcome to the Master Chef Training Ground. The system will provide an authentic Yangzhou Fried Rice experience. Only after the host completes the Yangzhou Fried Rice and it is certified by the system can you leave the training ground. The standard is all the requirements you mentioned when you critiqued the Yangzhou Fried Rice," the system's voice said again.

"System, I think I heard something wrong. What are the standards you mentioned?" Mag asked tentatively.

"All the requirements you mentioned when you critiqued the Yangzhou Fried Rice," the system responded emotionlessly.

"I think the official Yangzhou Fried Rice standards are good. How about we use those?" Mag tried to negotiate.

"The standards cannot be changed. Please complete the task as soon as possible," the system firmly refused.

"What about the standards for other dishes?" Mag was a bit panicked.

"All standards will be based on your previous critiques."

"Damn it!"

Mag was devastated. He had thought the system was harmless and could be used as an auxiliary system, but now he realized he was too naive. Using the standards he had set was full of malice.

Thinking about the nitpicky requirements he had set, he felt that even "haha" couldn't express his feelings.

This was clearly setting him up for failure. Even the masters of Yangzhou Fried Rice might not be able to make such a high-level dish.

"Indeed, I can't be too optimistic. This is a system created by the heavens to punish me. But now that I'm in, I can't leave without completing it..." Mag looked at the golden experience package that appeared in his mind, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.

Since there was no choice, he had to face it. He had promised to make Amy a loving breakfast. Thinking about how happy Amy would be when she ate the Yangzhou Fried Rice, Mag felt a surge of determination, and his gaze became resolute.

Mag tried to touch the golden experience package in his mind, and the experience of making Yangzhou Fried Rice was instantly absorbed into his mind. From selecting ingredients to processing them and cooking the rice, everything was perfectly integrated into his thoughts, as if he had always known how to do it.

"Is it that simple?" Mag was completely stunned. He had thought the system would make things difficult for him, but instead, it gave him such a big surprise, like inheriting the legacy of a Yangzhou Fried Rice master. He felt that as long as he followed the method in his mind, he could immediately make a bowl of high-quality Yangzhou Fried Rice, turning him from a novice to an expert, almost like cheating.

After organizing the information in his mind, Mag confidently walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and saw various ingredients neatly arranged inside: rice, tree mushrooms, ham, winter bamboo shoots, large shrimp, green peas, eggs, and scallions. All the ingredients he needed were there.

"First, cook the rice, then process the ingredients, and finally, fry the rice." The steps in Mag's mind were very clear, and his eyes lit up as he looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator.

He grabbed a handful of rice, which was smooth and fine, with a greenish-white color and plump grains. Under the light, it was crystal clear, much better in quality than the Thai jasmine rice he usually ate, and a fresh fragrance filled the air.

Next, he looked at the large shrimp in the sink, which had a translucent body with rare light purple patterns, swimming happily and looking full of vitality and wildness.

The winter bamboo shoots still had a bit of black soil on them, and the salt on the ham had not been removed. The gray mushrooms were probably some kind of tree mushrooms. The eggs were larger than ordinary eggs, with a light yellow color, and the tender green scallions still had some dew on them.

As a foodie who had almost eaten at all the Michelin-starred restaurants, Mag had a good eye. These ingredients were definitely top-notch, but he wasn't sure how good they were. However, since they were provided for him to practice, he didn't hesitate and started washing the rice and cooking it.

With such a comprehensive experience, Mag thought making a bowl of Yangzhou Fried Rice wouldn't be difficult. However, when he started processing the ingredients, he realized it wasn't as simple as he had imagined.

Although he knew exactly how to cut the ingredients in his mind, when he actually held them and started cutting, his hands couldn't meet the requirements and standards in his mind.

To make the fried rice more delicate, each ingredient had to be cut to the same size as the rice grains, which required extremely high knife skills. For Mag, this was a severe challenge. He couldn't even cut the slices uniformly and had to repeat the process over and over.

Looking at the thin and thick slices of bamboo, Mag sighed and switched to another piece, continuing.