Chapter 2020 - Ripped Clothes

Irina, Amy, and Annie sat around the dining table, and stared at the tray of salted egg yolk pastry in the middle of the table.

The aroma of the pastry and the aroma of the milk made the three of them salivate.

Amy tilted her head, and asked Mag expectantly, "Father, when can we eat the salted egg yolk pastry?"

"We still need to wait a while. It will taste even better after it cools a little." Mag knew that the little one was already getting impatient, but the brief wait necessary in order for the salted egg yolk pastry to achieve the best texture would be very worthwhile.

"We just need to let it cool down, right?" Irina asked Mag.

"Yes."

"Then, I have a solution." Irina went into the kitchen, and made some sounds in there. Shortly after, Irina came out with a box that was carved out of ice. Its top was open, and chopsticks were used to make a support at the bottom over a plate.

Irina used the chopsticks to place a few pieces of salted egg yolk pastry into the icebox, and they cooled down rapidly.

There was no problem with physical cooling, so Mag didn't stop her.

Soon, Amy tiptoed and used her finger to gently poke at the salted egg yolk pastry in the icebox before exclaiming, "They are already cool."

Mag used the chopsticks to poke the skin of the pastry. It had already hardened. He nodded, and said, "We can eat it now."

"Father will have one first." Amy reached out to grab one salted egg yolk pastry, and passed it to Mag.

"Little Amy, you will eat it first. I will eat it later."

"No way. Father has a hard time making it. Father has to eat the first salted egg yolk pastry." Amy shook her head with conviction.

"Alright. I will eat it." Mag accepted the salted egg yolk pastry, feeling so touched. Daughters were still the best.

"Hehe." Amy smiled. She gave Annie and Irina one each before picking up the last salted egg yolk pastry, and took a big bite.

"Ah…"

"So delicious!"

"So, so, so, so satisfying!"

The slightly crispy skin was wrapped around the pastry, forming layers of crispy texture that crumbled in the mouth as soon as she bit into it. The teeth easily bit open the red bean paste and egg yolk. The exquisite texture and taste made the little one sway left and right. Her two short legs swung gently, and her face had a satisfied expression.

"Is it that delicious?" Irina looked at Amy, who was immersed in the scrumptiousness of the salted egg yolk pastry, and bit into one herself too.

"Mmm…"

A hint of disbelief appeared in Irina's eyes. Under the pastry skin was the soft red bean paste and the savory salted egg yolk that was wrapped in the very center.

Crunchy, soft, sweet, and savory. Different kinds of sensations filled the mouth.

How could one mouthful be enough!

One mouthful followed by another mouthful. The small salted egg yolk pastry all went into her stomach quickly.

She licked the pastry skin on the fingertips, and then licked her lips. She looked at Mag with satisfaction. "Not bad. It's delicious."

Erm, it was actually more than delicious. It was super delicious!

Irina had never eaten such a delicious dessert before in her life.

Be it that exquisite layered combination, that crunchy exterior and tender interior, or that innovative creation of the red bean paste wrapping around the salted egg yolk, they were all amazing.

Compared to the mung bean cake, this salted egg yolk pastry had already taken the number one spot in her heart!

Annie nibbled on the salted egg yolk pastry. Judging from her curled lips and surprised expression, she was similarly very satisfied with the salted egg yolk pastry.

Mag's lips curled up slightly. He was feeling rather satisfied with himself.

As a chef, his greatest satisfaction was receiving others' acknowledgement for the food that he had painstakingly cooked.

Furthermore, they were the people that were the closest to him and he cared the most about.

Suddenly, he felt that the dozens of days that he spent battling with the salted egg yolk pastry in the test field for the God of Cookery last night were very worthwhile.

Mag picked up the salted egg yolk pastry, and took a bite. This salted egg yolk pastry that was perfectly done in every aspect was indeed so scrumptious that it could make a grown man weep.

Even all those salted egg yolk pastries that he had eaten before could only be considered as inferior when compared to this salted egg yolk pastry.

Irina placed a few more salted egg yolk pastry into the icebox to cool down, and casually asked, "So, is the tavern going to sell desserts?"

"No. Saipan Tavern doesn't deserve them." Mag shook his head and smiled. "This salted egg yolk pastry will be reserved for the customers of Mamy Restaurant. Just take it as compensation for the time we will be away for our vacation."

"Oh, yes. You haven't cooked for that grandfather and grandson duo in the morning, and you didn't send them food for lunch, either," Irina reminded him.

"Oh dear. I have forgotten about them." Mag slapped his head. He had indeed messed up all his plans by waking up late.

He went into the kitchen to make one helping of braised chicken and rice for Merante and Noah each. After packing them up, Mag packed two salted egg yolk pastry for them too before sending the food to them via the teleportation portal.

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"Grandpa, did Boss Mag forget about us?" Noah stared at the simplified teleportation portal in the corner of the room and gulped.

"As a member of the Ghost Clan, don't keep thinking about food. You look useless," Merante lectured. However, he couldn't help staring at the corner, and his stomach began to growl uncontrollably.

These two days were the most comfortable life that they had ever led. They didn't have to wander around, and their three meals were taken care of. Moreover, they were extremely delicious food.

However, today's breakfast and lunch weren't delivered on time. They actually weren't used to it.

Right then, a golden light flashed in the corner, and a takeaway box appeared.

"It's here!"

Noah jumped up from bed excitedly, and ran over to pick up the takeaway box. He placed it on the small table at the side, and opened it reverently. The rich chicken soup's aroma filled the room.

"Oh… This enticing aroma. He's indeed Boss Mag!" Noah took a deep sniff as he took out two extra-large helpings of braised chicken and rice.

"However, what are these?" Noah took out two separately plated portions of salted egg yolk pastry on the topmost layer.

"It has the aroma of an egg. Perhaps it is the baked egg of some bird?" Merante picked up a salted egg yolk pastry, and sniffed it before taking a bite.

The crunchy skin wrapped up an amazing taste. The crunchy aroma of the skin, the sweet aroma of the red bean filling, the savory aroma of the salted egg yolk… All kinds of flavors exploded in his mouth layer by layer before overlapping together, and releasing an incredible taste.

Rip!

Merante's clothes ripped and revealed his fit chest.

"Are you exaggerating?"

Noah looked at Merante's ripped clothes, and then bit into the other salted egg yolk pastry.