Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

"what is this?"

"Dragon fish bone oil," a chef who was cooking replied in a trembling voice.

"Give me some to try."

He dared not disobey the young master's order, and used his fastest hands ever to scoop a spoonful of dragon bone fish oil for Domi.

Domi took the small silver spoon, brought it to her lips, and took a sip.

In an instant, an extremely familiar taste burst forth on my taste buds!

His eyes suddenly lit up.

"This...this is actually soy sauce!?"

If most of the ingredients from his previous life can be replaced in this other world, will he be able to taste the flavors of his hometown in this other world?

Seven years... I've been here for over seven years...

Even if you eat delicacies every day, you'll get tired of it after a while, and in the end, nothing tastes as good as a bowl of fried rice.

Thinking about this, his desire to eat a bowl of egg fried rice reached its peak.

So, while the iron was hot, I tasted almost every condiment on the condiment station.

Dragon bone fish oil is soy sauce, white crystal powder is salt, and cherry tomato sauce is ketchup!

With these ingredients, it's enough to make a bowl of fried rice with eggs. The only regret is that I couldn't find a plant like scallions, so I had to use chopped green leafy vegetables instead.

Seeing Domi fiddling with something on the stove, the maids didn't know what to do. They couldn't very well send him away, could they? So they called for the head maid, Catherine, to handle the situation.

The imposing head maid with long, straight black hair arrived immediately, standing behind Domi with impeccable posture, her hands clasped in front of her lower abdomen, and asked softly:

"Young Master Dominic, what are you doing?"

He recognized the voice; it was Catherine. He'd had plenty of dealings with her over the years and they were quite familiar with each other.

Without turning his head, he said:

"I was cooking when I suddenly felt like eating."

"If you have any requests, you can tell the head chef what dishes you want, and I think they will make delicious dishes for you."

"Besides, a son of a wealthy family should not sit under a dangerous roof. The kitchen is not a place for you to come here. Doing so would be beneath your dignity."

But Domi didn't respond at all. He just raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said while stirring the eggs, "Would you like one? I can make more."

"As for the others, don't just stand there. Go do what you're supposed to do. If the food is served late, that's your own problem."

Under the pressure of Carlos and Grace, the cooks and maids got busy again.

Only Catherine's face was filled with helplessness; her words had been ignored once again...

Domi and she had dealt with each other for many years, and she had dealt with Domi quite a bit in return. She knew this guy's nature all too well; he was practically the epitome of unruliness and intermittent madness.

She causes all sorts of trouble with him, but pretends to be well-behaved in front of her parents. Her superb acting skills are truly disgusting... Oh, and in front of Kelsey too.

Catherine's lips twitched slightly before she replied, "Thank you, but it's not necessary."

"Then you'll regret it later, I don't do this kind of thing often."

Catherine sneered inwardly. "A little kid like him, if he can even make something edible, he should be grateful. He thinks it'll taste good?"

Pure nonsense.

She wanted to just leave and let Dominic have his intermittent tantrums, but she needed to ensure Dominic's safety while he cooked, since there was a certain degree of danger involved in a child cooking.

So they just waited on the sidelines.

Out of boredom, she finally couldn't resist glancing at Domi's gameplay, and once she started watching, she couldn't take her eyes off it.

He wielded the cleaver with incredible speed, processing a large quantity of ingredients with a nimble, almost acrobatic, style that was both flashy and efficient.

Her technique is so skillful, she doesn't look like someone who's just started cooking at all!

Chopped green leafy vegetables, ham sausage, high-grade beef cubes, unidentified green beans, corn kernels... all arranged in a bowl, resemble a box of colorful candies.

Green, red, yellow... Catherine had never seen a dish with so many unrelated colors.

Is it really safe to eat food with this color?

With this skepticism in mind, she continued reading.

Domi poured the cooked rice back into the pot and stirred it again. This wasn't the first time he had tossed the rice in the wok, but this time it was a little different.

After unlocking Soma Yukihira's "Super Cool and Invincible Omelette Rice Making Tips," it's like having a master chef standing beside you, personally guiding you.

Who says you can't use your tips for making omelet rice to make fried rice?

The cooking temperature, the amount of seasonings, the right time to add ingredients, and even the force used for stir-frying—every step is executed with absolute precision, without the slightest deviation.

The seemingly ordinary ingredients seemed to undergo a wonderful chemical reaction after being stir-fried in the pot, and an irresistible aroma immediately wafted out from the pot.

The odor particles spread rapidly, reaching everyone's noses in the kitchen, including Catherine.

She twitched her nose and her gaze involuntarily drifted to the source of the aroma—Dominic's inedible pot of food!

"It smells so good..."

At that moment, Domi was tilting the large pot and pouring fried rice onto a plate, the black bottom of the pot obscuring Catherine's view.

Only after dividing the fried rice into two portions did Domi put the pot back on the stove.

At this moment, Catherine finally saw what the dish looked like.

The rice was dyed golden by the egg yolk, its color so bright it could almost glow!

The vibrant ingredients didn't overshadow the rice; instead, they served as decorative accents, adding a touch of flair to the otherwise monotonous golden color. Clearly, this approach made the rice more appetizing.

Gurgle, Gurgle...

The sounds of people swallowing their saliva all around them immediately rose and fell.

Countless eyes turned to look, and Chef Michelin even leaned in close! He examined the magical fried rice as if it were a priceless treasure, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"Amazing, amazing... Even using only the most common ingredients and seasonings, he still managed to create a dish that is perfect in color, aroma, and taste. This skill is in no way inferior to that of a master who has devoted himself to this art for many years!"

"Young Master, did you make this?!"

Meeting Michelson's expectant gaze, Domi blurted out:

"Ha, of course!"

That's just how he is; he can lie without even blushing.

But if you really look into it, it really was something he did himself. Accepting praise from others makes no problem!

"My God!" Michelson was very surprised, even his mustache twitched three times: "It seems that everyone has overlooked your true talent. If you follow the path of gastronomy, I, Michelson, am sure that you will become the greatest gourmet and chef in history!"

Michelson's yearning for fine food even surpassed his reverence for worldly power, so much so that he only realized his mistake a few seconds later and quickly tried to salvage the situation:

"Oh no no no... I'm not advising you to become a cook. Young Master is precious; how could you do such a lowly job as a cook?"

Wait a minute, everyone says cooking is a lowly job, but wasn't the young master just cooking?

Isn't that just a veiled insult to Dominic, calling him despicable?

"That's not right either!"

"Young Master can do whatever he wants! Everything the Young Master does is noble! So... could I have a bite of this dish? Just a small bite~"

In the end, Michelson's true intentions were exposed.

Chapter 28, Section 27: Watch closely, this is a family heirloom technique for ripping off clothes!

Domi looked at the man in front of her with a smile in her eyes.

Chef Michelin's pursuit of culinary excellence is truly admirable, but this time it's not his turn.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Michelson, I only made two servings this time, but Sister Catherine had already pre-ordered one. You see, she’s been standing here for quite a while now.”

This time, not only Michelson was stunned, but even Catherine was stunned.

She thought she wouldn't get any, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better, and Domi made an extra portion for her, even though she was quite disdainful at the time.

Thinking about this, Catherine felt that she had done something terribly wrong.

She silently mocked Domi, but Domi responded with a heartfelt feast.

"Thank you."

Catherine took a plate of fried rice from Domi's hands. The warmth from the fried rice was transmitted through the porcelain bowl to her hands, warming her heart as well.

Domi also held a bowl and two spoons, and when he was about to eat, he made sure to share one with Catherine.

Before they left, Domi said goodbye to Michelson:

"Uncle Michelin, that's how it is, but don't be discouraged, there will be a next time."

So, under the reluctant gazes of Michelin and the other chefs, Domi and Catherine left the kitchen.

[You've made all the top chefs green with envy, villain value +200]

Then, the two of them walked down the corridor, each carrying a bowl of steaming fried rice.

Such a scene should not have occurred in a strictly rule-bound aristocratic family, yet it did, and one of the protagonists was the head maid, who was known for her adherence to rules...

However, faced with the temptation of delicious food and Domi's heartfelt intentions, even rules seemed less important.

"So, young master... where should we go to enjoy it? There doesn't seem to be anywhere nearby for us to eat."

Catherine looked a little embarrassed, her beautiful eyes warily scanning her surroundings, her long eyelashes blinking as if afraid someone would see them.

It resembled a little squirrel guarding its food.

"You actually look quite good like this. Why do you usually act so aloof?"

"what did you say?"

Perhaps she was too nervous, because Catherine didn't hear what Domi said.

"nothing."