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"Now, please teach me how to cook!" Renz shifted the topic to the main issue. "We have two unavoidable matters coming up soon."
"The first is the Food Soul Competition, and the second is the child."
"Currently, I'm completely clueless about cooking. I have skills but no common knowledge, so I still need your help, Erina," Renz admitted, fully aware of his shortcomings.
Compared to others, Erinaāwith her God's Tongueāwas the best Sensei, and also the most suitable for Renz: the one least likely to expose his lack of cooking foundation.
"I've never taught anyone to cook before," Erina said, frowning. "I agreed to the show's request before because I thought you could cook."
"I didn't expect that you from ten years ago truly hadn't learned any cooking. But... the hidden memories in your body from ten years later tell me you're at least a renowned chef."
"Counting the time, you must have been 17 or 18 back then. Not having learned to cook means you became a renowned chef in ten years. The person who taught you cooking during that period must have been extraordinary."
"Many chefs who receive education from a young age might not even reach your level."
Renz paused for a few seconds, absorbing Erina's analysis. Then he said, "You've never taught anyone to cook before? Well then, how about you give me a recipe, I'll learn the steps and cook it, and then you can use your God's Tongue to taste it for me?"
"That's not impossible," Erina nodded. "There should still be many ingredients in this kitchen. I'll help you find some simpler recipes, and we can go one by one."
"How about Eggs Benedict?" Erina considered.
"Never heard of it," Renz grumbled. "Sounds difficult. Do you have anything more common?"
"This is the simplest dish I can make," Erina said truthfully. Her cooking was more advanced; whether it was ingredient selection or pairing, everything was top-tier. This was the most accessible and simple dish she could think of.
"The simplest one, huh?" Renz nodded. "Give me the recipe."
Erina took out her phone. "I'll write down the general process for you."
Renz nodded. Looking at the content Erina typed and sent, the entire cooking process slowly formed in his mind. "This is a breakfast dish, right?"
"That's right," Erina confirmed.
"After seeing this recipe, it's as if I've already learned it. I have a very strange feeling," Renz said, not exaggerating. His body's instinct told him he must have learned this dish before.
"Perhaps any dish I've learned, I can make just by seeing the recipe once?" Renz proposed a hypothesis.
"Don't boast. Make the dish first!" Erina adopted a strict demeanor. This wasn't the time for jokes.
Renz followed the recipe, prepared the ingredients, and systematically began cooking. The core of making Eggs Benedict was the poached egg. He boiled a pot of hot water, added a few drops of white vinegar. Following Erina's instructions, after the water boiled, he lowered the heat and used a whisk to stir the water in one direction until a vortex formed. He cracked an egg, carefully slid it into the simmering water, lowered the heat, and counted the seconds. Once the egg white turned opaque and encased the yolk, he carefully removed it. With the core component done, all that remained was preparing the toast and vegetable slices.
He slowly assembled the dish. An Eggs Benedict was ready.
Erina was about to pick up a fork from the kitchen to taste it for Renz but was stopped by Renz's outstretched hand.
"I'll eat it first," Renz picked up another fork. "If I'm not even satisfied myself, how can I ask you, Erina, to eat it?" The curse of the God's Tongue. Renz always kept that in mind.
He took a bite. Renz shook his head. "No, let's do it again. I don't think it's good enough. It's truly lacking something."
Erina put down the fork she had picked up. "It's normal for your first time cooking. Don't be discouraged," she offered a rare word of comfort. If it were anyone else who failed at cooking, she wouldn't even consider speaking.
Renz redid the dish. He tasted it again. He shook his head once more. The more times he made it, the more serious his expression became. After trying three or four times, Renz finally seemed willing to hand the Eggs Benedict to Erina for a taste.
This time, the Eggs Benedict's luster had clearly changed dramatically compared to previous attempts. Even the aroma of the dish slowly wafted outāa fragrance of egg and sauce mingling, enveloping the entire kitchen.
"Erina, this time, it's good," Renz handed over the plate.
The fork, which had been resting quietly, finally found its purpose in Erina's hand. She picked up the fork and broke open a section. The already enticing aroma became even more prominent. She wanted to eat it.
Erina gently lifted a small piece with her fork and put it into her mouth. A wonderful taste spread across her taste buds. The sauce and egg yolk blended perfectly. Her tongue gently licked the edge of the fork. Her pupils seemed to soar in an ocean of flavors, and in the shimmering light, she seemed to see a figure repeatedly trying and perfecting. The combined taste of the egg and sauce was exquisitely delicious.
However, she maintained her elegance, slowly and gracefully wielding the fork, carefully finishing the dish Renz had personally made.
"I sensed the sincerity in this dish," Erina said, nodding approvingly after finishing the Eggs Benedict on the plate. "A truly wonderful dish!"
"Your body's cooking skills are far more impressive than I imagined."
Renz didn't expect such high praise from Erina after failing several times and finally making a dish he was satisfied with. Although he had tasted it before Erina did and thought this Eggs Benedict was quite good, he hadn't expected it to satisfy her.
"Does it taste good?" Renz asked.
"The taste is superb. Not only can I eat it, but it also makes me feel some wonderful flavors," Erina commented.
"In that case, I don't necessarily have to trouble you with breakfast every day. If you like it, I can make you breakfast every day," Renz considered. "Later, when you're about to have the baby, it might be inconvenient for you to be the head chef, right?"
"Once I've mastered cooking, it won't just be breakfast... lunch and dinner can be handled by me too."
Hmm. This man was annoyingly sweet.
Erina thought this, but then pouted and said, "It took you so long to make one decent breakfast. How long will it take for you to master other dishes? It'll be a long, long time!"
The great tsundere, faced with such a sensitive topic, indeed became tsundere again.
"However, no matter how long it takes, if you sincerely want to learn to cook, I will teach you."
The true acquaintance between the boy and the girl began at this moment.
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