Chapter 1040 - My Beloved Dog is the Strongest in Another World

CHAPTER 1040

I tasted the bean sprout dish

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Ms. Gelda was red in the face and crying apologetically as she was led away.

I chuckled and told Liza to go with her to get washed up.

“We can leave them to Ms. Chita. Now…Ms. Helena. Did you fry them with other vegetables?”

There was no point in worrying about Ms. Gelda now, and so I moved my attention back to Ms. Helena.

The plate was filled with fried vegetables.

“Yes! I thought we could start with something more simple.”

She would do something basic before testing other styles.

To be honest, I did not have much of an appetite after seeing the bloody mess on the table. But I was also curious.

“Hmmm… Ah. It only has salt on it…”

It was the kind of simple dish that I sometimes made as a single adult. Still, it had the perfect amount of salt, and the vegetables were cooked perfectly. It was better than what I would have made. Though, a little pepper wouldn’t have hurt.

There was a little bitterness too. Perhaps it was from the oil?

“Yes, it is good. I like the texture of the bean sprouts.”

“I made sure that they wouldn’t become too soft. However…Ms. Gelda said I cooked them too long.”

“Ah, she ate some too?”

“No, she said that from just looking. But some of the other cooks tried it and agreed.”

“I see…”

I suppose she was right then… But I was impressed that Ms. Gelda could tell from just looking at it!

Perhaps she had the potential to be a good cook.

“Well, a little practice and you’ll have something perfect.”

“Yes. Now, the next dish…”

“Oh, you have more?”

Now that I thought about it, she had talked about boiling something…

“Of course! I wanted to test various styles and tastes. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes!”

The other cooks agreed with Ms. Helena.

And then they immediately rushed forward with plates and bowls.

Uh… They looked at me expectantly.

I really was not the right person to be giving critiques of food.

Still, I guess I could taste a little. Hopefully, I will still be able to eat dinner.

“Hmm… Not this one… This one over here is good…”

I felt bad that I couldn’t help Ms. Cheryl clean up the mess, but I continued to taste the dishes.

And though I was no professional, I could still tell that at least half were mistakes…

Though, most of the time the cooks agreed.

One dish that surprised me was one where they had fried it with sausages and ketchup. And along with other spices, made it a sandwich.

It was the kind of thing you might buy at a food stall.

“Uh…I don’t think I can eat anymore if there’s going to be dinner… Ms. Cheryl, sorry for leaving all of the work to you.”

“No, it’s nothing at all. Even though cleaning all of this blood is a little…”

I managed to get through the tasting without being too stuffed, but I still felt a little worried. But after hearing my opinion the cooks went to the corner of the kitchen and started muttering to each other…