Asuna took out a large glass bowl, beat the eggs into it, then picked up the chopsticks, tilted the bowl at a certain angle, and began to stir slowly in the clockwise direction.

The ingredients are very ordinary, but Asuna is very focused and her movements are very meticulous.

Soon the eggs were completely broken.

Asuna then added salt, sugar and milk to the bowl, with a little more milk, so the finished product made will be softer.

After mixing the mixed egg liquid, Asuna put it aside and set aside.

Then she took out a square pan, poured a little oil on it, and then gently turned her wrist.

Soon, the golden grease adhered to the bottom of the pan.

Then ignite, heat and pour in the egg liquid.

However, Asuna kept half of the egg liquid, turned off the heat until low, and then quickly spread the egg liquid with chopsticks so that there would be no bubbles during the heat.

When the egg liquid was almost solidified, Asuna used chopsticks to fold the formed eggs several times to form a long egg roll.

Then she poured some oil into the free place in the pan, and poured all the remaining egg liquid in.

Then Asuna began to fold the egg roll with her chopsticks, wrapping the unsolidated egg liquid layer by layer on top of the egg roll. The final egg looks like a golden quilt rolled together.

After a little cooler, Asuna immediately took the egg roll out and placed it on the cutting board, then cut it into small pieces with a knife.

After Asuna put the cut egg roll on a long ceramic plate, she thought about it and took out another jar, which was filled with dark green powder.

This is crushed seaweed.

Asuna scattered seaweed on the golden egg roll, and it suddenly looked extremely bright, green, and a faint smell of seaweed was emitting.

Such an ordinary and extraordinary takoyaki dish was completed.

It is said that it is ordinary because the Tamakoyaki has few ingredients and simple workmanship, which can be made by almost every Japanese family.

It is said that it is not ordinary because this ordinary home-made dish contains the thoughts a girl was about to tell her mother.

In the second floor private room.

Qian Chen was in a mess and dealing with Yuki Kyoko's interrogation like a police uncle.

At this moment, the paper door of the box was opened.

Qian Chen couldn't help but burst into tears.

‘Finally saved…’

On the other hand, Yuki Kyoko was also very satisfied with the result of her 'friendly communication' with Qian Chen.

Both parents died, they had sisters and houses, they became famous at a young age, and their careers were successful... Yuki Kyoko liked them the more she looked at her, of course, the kind that the mother-in-law looked at her future son-in-law.

This is simply the best money-maker!

What a pity, why did such an excellent person kidnap and deceive their baby daughter? She and her father would definitely agree to it when they came to propose marriage directly.

Yuki Kyoko completely doesn't understand what young people are thinking today. Is this a role-playing role?

Asuna walked into the box and placed a plate of Tamakoyaki and a pair of chopsticks in front of Kyoko Yuki.

"My mother, this is the dish I made, please try it."

Yuki Kyoko looked at Tamakota on the plate and sneered.

"This is what you want to pursue even if you disobey me and leave home? It's simply..."

The word "smile" didn't say anything, and Qian Chen interrupted her with great force.

"Ms. Yuki, please try Asuna's cuisine first before expressing your opinion."

Asuna, who had bit her lips tightly and said nothing, resisted Yuki Kyoko's scolding with silence, showed a hint of gratitude to Qian Chen.

"Hmph! Isn't it just a plate of yuzi roast? Can you still taste almas caviar?"

Yuki Kyoko deliberately muttered in a voice that could be heard by both of them.

Qian Chen pretended not to hear it, anyway, humans will eventually return to their essence.

Even though she said that, Yuki Kyoko was actually a little happy. You should know that since her daughter arrived in the second grade of junior high school, she has become a little rebellious. She hasn't eaten the dishes her daughter made in her own hands for a long time.

He said it was very strict, but Yuki Kyoko directly picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of Tamako and put it in his mouth.

Soft! Extremely soft! Soft and smooth like cotton candy!

The teeth felt almost no resistance, so they easily cut the jade in their mouth. The aroma of fried eggs and the sweetness of milk were intertwined, and the seaweed scattered on the skin became the most exquisite adhesive.

Not only does it remove the greasy, but it also makes the taste of Yuzi roast more rich and layered.

It feels like lying on a cushion on a back, floating with the waves and the sun shining, and the whole person is bathed in a warmth.

Wait, this warmth...she seems to be very familiar with it.

The pictures that had long been covered in memory began to surge uncontrollably.

It was when she was young, she lived with her parents in a small wooden house backing. When she opened the window behind her, she could see the rising hills and the endless forests.

Every winter, there is a whistling cold wind outside the window, and the family of three is curled up next to the stove to keep warm.

The warmth emitted by the stove, the warm and safe embrace of her parents, Yuki Kyoko felt that this was the warmest and happiest time in her life.

A crystal tear fell from the corner of Yuki Kyoko's eyes.

'It turns out that it's not my daughter, but me...'

Walking out of the remote countryside of the mountains, studying hard, I found an excellent and perfect husband.

However, her humble background made her unable to help but feel severely inferior. In order not to see that she was a wild girl from the countryside, she restrained herself with almost harsh requirements. After her son and daughter were born, she strictly demanded them with such standards.

Everything comes from her inferiority complex.

At this time, only Asuna heard him speak slowly.

"During the time when you kept me in my grandparents' house, my favorite thing every day was to open the window and look out at the forest behind the house. Especially when it had just snowed heavily, I looked at it and saw it was pure white without any impurities...

Sometimes when I cry, my grandfather would retrieve two eggs from my chicken coop and let my grandmother cook for me. I will never forget the taste of it in my life...

I thought my life would be like my mother arranged, graduated, went on a blind date, and then married and had children with a man who satisfies my parents, and lived a lifetime like this...

It wasn't until I met the master that I knew what I really wanted and what life I really wanted to live!

Mother, I want to be a chef!

A chef who makes others smile happily when they eat my dishes!"
Chapter completed!