Chapter 76: The True Meaning of the Task

Liu Heming woke up very early the next morning, but he didn’t have much Spirit. He was still very depressed about yesterday’s zero income. It wasn’t until Alex, wearing her Pajamas, ran in to find him to play, that he felt a bit more spirited.

When he came out with his daughter, he happened to see Sasha standing by the stove, seemingly thinking about what to eat for breakfast.

“Sasha, should I cook?” Liu Heming quickly asked.

To be honest, Sasha’s cooking was really just average. Even without training in knife skills or wok skills, the food he made tasted better than hers.

It was easy to guess, she was probably a young lady in her family, with servants at home, so she never had to worry about food and drink.

Sasha looked back at the father and daughter pair. Not only did Liu Heming’s eyes show expectation, even her daughter’s eyes were full of hope, making her feel a little embarrassed.

She was also quite frustrated, frustrated by the rapidly heating up relationship between her daughter and Liu Heming. Liu Heming could not only play with her daughter, but also cook delicious food for her. She felt she should also work hard in this area.

Last time she ate Sweet Potato here, she thought she should show off her skills for her daughter when she returned home. She also bought some very thin Sweet Potatoes, but her daughter made a face while eating them; the taste really couldn’t compare to what they had here.

Liu Heming carried his daughter on his shoulders while making breakfast. The little one was also shouting and making noise; in her view, she was also participating in making this breakfast.

“There is a blood connection between them; you can’t just cut it off. You allowing them to interact proactively is what is truly good for Alex,” Robin came up to Sasha and said.

“But I don’t know if coming here this time is right or wrong. I don’t want to cause him harm because of me, even though in my eyes, he is only slightly better than a stranger,” Sasha said, lowering her head.

“Just hang on a little longer. Two months isn’t very long,” Robin comforted her.

Even though Liu Heming had sharp ears and eyes, he didn’t hear their conversation. Right now, all his energy was focused on making breakfast.

Actually, breakfast was very simple. He simmered a small pot of porridge on one side and reheated the Braised Marinated Meat. On this side, he was making fried eggs and fried Bacon—he wanted his daughter to eat more.

Moreover, today’s fried eggs were made together with his daughter. He just wanted to play with her, so he put great effort into frying this fried egg into a heart shape.

He didn’t have a mold, so it was very laborious to fry. He kept adjusting with both hands, and only after frying three misshapen fried eggs did he manage to make one that looked somewhat like it.

“Dad, fry one more for Mom to eat,” Alex, holding his head, happily shouted.

Liu Heming hesitated for a moment. Was this a bit inappropriate? But since his daughter had spoken, he could only obey.

This fried egg was fried much more smoothly than the previous one; he had grasped a little trick after all. He poked it a few times with the spatula, then shook the pan, and it was done.

“Dad, I want to fry one too. Okay?” Alex spoke up again.

“Don’t be scared,” Liu Heming said, and with a lift of his arms, he took his daughter down and set up a chair beside him, placing her on it.

The little one also took a small spatula, imitating seriously, waiting for Liu Heming to crack the egg and put it on the frying pan.

Watching her tense little expression, Liu Heming found it quite amusing. He really liked his daughter’s courage to try everything. It could only be said that Sasha usually paid a lot of attention in teaching their daughter; otherwise, if he had raised their daughter himself, who knows how she would have turned out.

“Ah… Dad, it’s so hot.” A drop of hot oil splashed onto Alex’s chubby, lotus-root-like arm, making the little one grimace.

“Come, let Dad blow on it. Blowing will make it stop hurting,” Liu Heming quickly blew on it continuously for his daughter.

He felt a bit guilty; the spot where the oil had splashed was already red. His daughter’s skin was very tender; if it left a scar later, what would he do?

“Dad is amazing, it doesn’t hurt at all anymore,” the little one said happily after he blew on it for a while.

“Alex is the best,” Liu Heming said, very happy looking at his well-behaved daughter.

It couldn’t possibly not hurt at all; the little one just didn’t want him to worry. Children nowadays were very smart; even though she was just over four years old, she already knew how to care about others, making Liu Heming forget all the negative effects from yesterday’s business failure.

But with this interruption, a small mishap occurred. The fried egg in the pan got a bit burnt. Liu Heming saw it but didn’t dare say anything, afraid the little one would be unhappy.

The not-very-sumptuous breakfast was brought to the table, and the fried egg made by his daughter naturally ended up directly on Liu Heming’s plate. It tasted a little bitter, but that was just in terms of flavor. Spiritually, it was incredibly sweet.

While eating, Liu Heming paused slightly. Because the System, that somewhat abnormal nutcase, started acting unpredictably again.

He didn’t know if this task was special because it involved his daughter, but it had just given him a task progress prompt, showing completion as 1/6.

This baffled him and gave him a whole new understanding of this task.

In his understanding, these six foods had to be extremely delicious to make his daughter eat happily and satisfied. So, when he was making the fried eggs earlier, he hadn’t thought much about it and hadn’t paid attention to his daughter’s expression while eating.

Now, with the task prompt, looking again at his daughter’s narrowed eyes, he understood what this task was assessing.

The food didn’t necessarily have to be top-tier delicious; the key was his daughter’s mood. It was just an ordinary fried egg, but this time his daughter participated, even frying one herself. Even if the taste was ordinary, his daughter ate it very satisfied.

Now it seemed this task might not be as difficult as he had thought. Delicious flavor was one aspect, but his daughter’s mood was another.

Children’s thoughts were hard to figure out. As the old saying goes, a child’s face changes in an instant. That was their mood; you simply couldn’t grasp it.

What you thought was delicious, they might not necessarily like. This ordinary fried egg, instead, allowed him to complete one part of the task and even opened up new ideas for completing the task in the future.

In a very good mood, he stuffed the remaining fried egg into his mouth in one bite and chewed loudly.

Probably little Alex thought eating like this must be quite fun, so she tried to imitate him. But the little one’s mouth was too small, and the remaining fried egg was a bit too big, stuffing her mouth completely full.