LRAB Chapter 115 How come you guys are so skilled?
Chapter 115 How come you guys are so skilled?
Chapter 115 How come you guys are so skilled?
But as a decent man, Solomon couldn't help but give the true Creator another look:
Spoiling children is wrong!
Although Solomon wasn't a terrible father like Death Salinger, he was both loving and strict with his children. So he was quite disappointed in the True Creator's obvious indulgence of his children.
The True Creator: ————
He admits that He does spoil children, but this incident involving Rosen is really not His fault!
"You'll understand later," the true creator said calmly, his tone carrying a sense of helplessness and resignation, as if he had been through it all.
This time, Solomon was filled with questions, which made the Black Emperor even more curious about Rosen.
It was this curiosity that led Solomon to accept Rosen's invitation and actually choose to stay for a meal.
However, just over ten minutes later, Solomon began to regret his decision.
"You mean I have to cook my own dinner?" Solomon looked at the dough and various messy fillings in front of him, feeling deeply confused.
As a Sequence 0, Solomon naturally didn't need to cook for himself; his servants arranged everything for him.
"It's just part of the game. If His Majesty Solomon doesn't want to do it himself, he can leave everything to us. You just need to wait to eat," Rosen explained with a smile, his hand already reaching for the basin. Clearly, as soon as Solomon nodded, he would immediately take everything away.
"Wait!" Solomon suddenly raised his hand and pressed down on the bowl containing the dough. He suddenly remembered something and said, "No, I can do it myself. It's a novel experience."
If the rules are really as Rosen said earlier, giving up the ability to take action would undoubtedly hand over all initiative to others, which is clearly unacceptable to Solomon.
"Oh!" Rosen immediately withdrew his hand in disappointment, but he was not disappointed for long. He quickly returned to his seat and began to hum a little tune while wrapping glutinous rice balls.
After Solomon left, he glanced at the true creator beside him and saw that the other party had already started to work quite skillfully, clearly having immersed himself in the art of cooking for many years.
How come you're so skilled?
Solomon was clearly unaware of Sasriel's past experiences. He then looked at the others. Although he couldn't see clearly what fillings they were putting into the glutinous rice balls because of the concealment, he could tell that everyone's movements were quite skilled.
—Rosen was actually quite good at cooking, Medici once assisted Sasriel in the kitchen, the same goes for Urolius, Amon, although he didn't know how to cook at first, learned a little bit after he developed into a family on his own, and Antigonus learned to cook during his long wandering life.
Am I the only one who's special?
At this moment, Solomon began to question the meaning of life, and at the same time, he had a vague feeling of having lost.
No, I can't let them know that I'm the only one who can't cook!
After a few seconds of silence, the great Black Emperor reached out and poked the dough. Then, like the others, he pinched off a small piece from the dough and chose one of the messy fillings. However, problems arose repeatedly in the subsequent steps. Either the dough was too thick or the filling was exposed. In short, it was not as perfect as the glutinous rice balls in the hands of the others.
This somewhat aroused Solomon's competitive spirit, and he began to compete with the glutinous rice balls. By the time he came to his senses, the entire bowl of dough had been used up.
Wait, what was I just doing? Why am I arguing with them about this?
Solomon was somewhat doubtful about life, but looking at the perfectly round glutinous rice balls in the bowl, a strange sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.
Sure enough, he was second to none in any aspect.
"Alright, now that everyone has finished wrapping, let's cook them." Rosen happily began collecting the glutinous rice balls. Then, in front of everyone, he took out a large pot, put all the glutinous rice balls into the pot at once, and used Medici's flame to cook them all at once. He also had Mr. Fool add a secret to the pot.
Rosen then distributed bowls and spoons to everyone, gesturing for them to proceed, and said, "To prevent anyone from accusing me of cheating, everyone should help themselves. However, the rule is that we can't waste food, so whatever you scoop up, please eat it!"
"Of course—" Rosen blinked as he thought of something, and added, "If you can get others to eat it for you, that's your skill, but you should at least eat one yourself."
"Why don't you just say you want to see us fight!" Medici glanced at him, his tone as sarcastic as ever. Then, Red Angel took the lead and scooped a glutinous rice ball from the pot. After taking a bite, his expression changed slightly.
Rosen immediately looked curiously at the remaining half of the glutinous rice ball in the bowl and saw a bright green filling. Judging from the taste, it was probably a mixture of wasabi and mint.
"Hiss, who's such a devil?" Rosen gasped, looking around to see who had put this stuff in the glutinous rice balls. Finally, he locked onto his target—Solomon, who looked slightly embarrassed.
"Your Majesty Solomon, do you have such unusual tastes?" Rosen asked curiously.
Solomon did not answer. It wasn't that he had a particular taste; he simply couldn't distinguish the ingredients and so he just made a random combination.
"I'm starting to regret inviting Your Majesty to participate in this game. I get the feeling you've made a lot of culinary disasters." Rosen understood Solomon's expression, and his own expression turned strange.
Medici's unfortunate start clearly made the others hesitate, but not everyone hesitated. For example, Urolius gritted his teeth and finished the remaining half of the glutinous rice ball after Medici, becoming the second person to try it.
"Which flavor did you taste?" Rosen asked Urolius curiously.
"It looks like sesame dumplings?" Urolius chewed on the dumpling in his mouth, paused, and said uncertainly, "It's a bit like the ones Sasriel made last time."
After that discussion about what everyone had similar foods to eat, Saslir made them some glutinous rice balls.
"This was indeed done by me," the true creator said calmly.
"Male mom, reliable!" Rosen gave a thumbs up to the true creator, who might be the only conscience in this food war.
"I'll have the third one!" Rosen continued, then scooped a glutinous rice ball from the pot and took a bite without hesitation: "Mmm, so sweet! Fruity flavor, probably strawberry!"
After tasting the flavor of the glutinous rice balls, Rosen immediately knew whose handiwork they were. He glanced at Klein beside him and asked earnestly, "Did you add extra sugar?"
The strawberries probably aren't that sweet.