Volume 1 Chapter 25: First Dish: Omelet

"Ehh?" The rest of the family made a weird sound.

"Mmhmm! I want to cook!" Keith couldn't take it any longer! The food on the table was boiled eggs and boiled potatoes. They were plated to look like a first-class dish!

But the taste was nothing like that!

It was what you expect from boiled eggs and boiled potatoes. And the bread was horrible!

It was a brick. Keith didn't know whether he was eating dirt or brick. There was no bread. Besides the bread, he was okay with eating potatoes and eggs.

But it was wrong that they had to eat it all the time!

There was another thing he found off. Why was everything boiled or steamed? That was what Keith realized. Almost all cooking was based on these two styles. There was nothing else.

There was no stir-fry, baking, or even toasting! What is wrong with this world?! And it seemed they found nothing odd about it. Keith asked May about it.

She tilted her head,

"The royal family eats like this as well." That caused Keith's expression to drop when he heard that.

Dear lord, save me now. As a chef in his previous life, this was a horror show! That was why he couldn't take it any longer.

William didn't know what to say, "Are you sure you can cook?" He had never seen him do it before.

Keith said with a calm expression, "I can cook! I will show you all!"

"How about this; you will cook for us for lunch. I don't want to waste the food here." Keith nodded. He was the same. Even though Keith didn't want to eat it, he didn't want to waste food.

He had to suck it up.

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When he was done, Keith had gone to the library. May questioned, "Young Master, are you alright?"

"Of course I am!" Keith smiled. There was no way he wasn't. It was time for him to shine!

May tilted her head, "Young Master, have you always been interested in cooking?"

"Mmhmm! Also, you don't have to worry! I will make a plate for you and the maids as well!" Keith added. When she heard that, her face brightened.

"Alright, Young Master!" It didn't matter if his cooking was bad or good. As long as Keith was the one who cooked it, she would eat it happily!

...

"Greetings, Young Master." The person who greeted Keith was a burly man. He was tall and had a beard.

He was the chef of the estate, Gus.

"Good afternoon, Gus." Keith nodded his head.

Despite his kind expression, there was a slight anger behind it. It was obvious.

Keith had entered his territory. Keith ignored his look as he glanced around. The equipment is good. They were well maintained. Keith looked down at the stove.

It had four burners. What was interesting about this was that it ran on magic. He asked,

"What ingredients do we have right now?"

"We have some potatoes, a slab of pork, and eggs," Gus explained calmly.

"What seasonings do you have?"

Gus answered, "We have salt."

No pepper? Keith's expression turned dark. There was nothing to be said about this. This world was lacking. At least there was oil.

"Alright! I'm going to start!" Keith said with a confident expression. He washed his hands and took the apron.

"May, can you tie the back for me?" His arms were still a little short. He needed help.

"Understood!" May tie the back for him. When Keith turned around, her eyes turned heart-shaped! Young Master is the cutest! Wearing an apron made him so cute! While Keith was going to say something,

"Hey! You guys can't be here!" He saw William and the rest of the family peeking from the door!

"We just want to watch, Little Brother," Derek explained.

Sophia and William's eyes sparkled as they stared at their youngest. The apron was really cute on him. It was so big on his body that it dragged on the ground.

But Keith pushed them out, "No peeking! I want you guys to be surprised by it!" Before they could say something, Keith closed the door. The only people in here were Gus, May, and Aria. Aria was standing on the ledge of the window, watching everything.

"What will you make today, Young Master," Gus questioned. Keith smiled, "I will be making a Spanish omelet!"

"Spanish omelet?" The two tilted their heads when they heard that. Keith nodded his head,

"Mmhmm. I'm going to start. Gus, hand me a couple of potatoes." Gus nodded and handed some potatoes to him. Keith took the knife and started to peel the potatoes.

Skillful! He peeled the potatoes in a quick fashion! Gus and May were in awe at how fast he was peeling.

But what was even quicker was the way Keith cut the potatoes. They were all perfectly symmetrical with one another. He then cut into small quarters afterward.

After doing that, Keith placed a pan on top of the stove.

He took the oil and poured it into the pan. When Gus saw that, he was shocked! That oil was used for dressing! Why is he doing that?!

Feeling the oil hot, Keith dumped the potatoes into the oil! He took a spatula and started to move the potatoes around a bit.

Keith then took the piece of pork. He first sliced down thinly across. Afterward, Keith sliced them horizontally.

He continued doing this until the meat was minced down. Keith washed his hands as he shook the pan, flipping the potatoes. The potatoes were crisp enough, and the smell was incredible as well.