"Yeah. I made these just for you," Mag answered, looking at Amy with loving eyes. He put them down on the table.
He might be a rookie cook right now, but the skills he had already mastered were enough for him to make these new dishes tasty, if not perfect, for Amy.
"You're not allowed to develop new dishes since the restaurant is only lv1," said the system. "This is your first warning. After your third warning, the restaurant will be degraded."
"Degrade it all you like. It's already at the lowest level," Mag said, seating himself.
"That's where you're wrong. I'm sure you still remember that rickety house."
"You…" I won't let Amy live in that ramshackle building again.
"Remember, you're to be the God of Cookery. Be strict with yourself and patient. Do it one step at a time," the system said solemnly.
