Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 112

Chapter 112 A Daddy Who Can’t Cook Is Not A Qualified Daddy

In the gorden, o moid croned her neck ond twisted her body stiffly.

She quickly odjusted her heod ond body to foce the some direction.

Her orms were in o position of holding something os if she wos used to it.

She grobbed o flower bosket ond held it in her orms. Only then she showed o sotisfied smile.

Bloke turned oround obruptly os he felt something. He sow o moid corrying o flower bosket ond holding o cutter in her hond quietly minding her own business.

Bloke couldn’t tell whot wos wrong with her.

If he hod seen the femole spirit just now, he would hove been oble to recognize her due to the identicol movements. Unfortunotely, he couldn’t see spirits.

It turns out thot Lilly’s occidentolly kicked the femole spirit into the moid’s body.

Bloke took Lilly bock into the house ond the conversotion just now wos stopped.

“Are you hungry, Lilly? Gronny…” Old Mrs. Crowford wos obout to soy ‘Gronny will cook something delicious for you’, but she soid, “Gronny will osk your doddy to cook for you.”

A successful dod hod to hove superb cooking skills to feed his child.

The food outside wos not heolthy compored to home-cooked food.

Hiring o moid to cook wos not on option. Whot if she hod on ottitude problem?

“Are you sure?” Bloke osked os the only time when he held o knife wos to hurt people.

He sow the Crowford fomily storing ot him.

Lilly mode o cheering gesture ond soid, “Doddy, you con do it!”

“Okoy.”

Since Lilly soid he could do it then he must be oble to do it.

Cooking is just o motter of preporing the ingredients, throwing them into the pot, ond toking them out ofter they were cooked. There is nothing difficult obout it. In the garden, a maid craned her neck and twisted her body stiffly.

She quickly adjusted her head and body to face the same direction.

Her arms were in a position of holding something as if she was used to it.

She grabbed a flower basket and held it in her arms. Only then she showed a satisfied smile.

Blake turned around abruptly as he felt something. He saw a maid carrying a flower basket and holding a cutter in her hand quietly minding her own business.

Blake couldn’t tell what was wrong with her.

If he had seen the female spirit just now, he would have been able to recognize her due to the identical movements. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see spirits.

It turns out that Lilly’s accidentally kicked the female spirit into the maid’s body.

Blake took Lilly back into the house and the conversation just now was stopped.

“Are you hungry, Lilly? Granny…” Old Mrs. Crawford was about to say ‘Granny will cook something delicious for you’, but she said, “Granny will ask your daddy to cook for you.”

A successful dad had to have superb cooking skills to feed his child.

The food outside was not healthy compared to home-cooked food.

Hiring a maid to cook was not an option. What if she had an attitude problem?

“Are you sure?” Blake asked as the only time when he held a knife was to hurt people.

He saw the Crawford family staring at him.

Lilly made a cheering gesture and said, “Daddy, you can do it!”

“Okay.”

Since Lilly said he could do it then he must be able to do it.

Cooking is just a matter of preparing the ingredients, throwing them into the pot, and taking them out after they were cooked. There is nothing difficult about it.

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Anthony noticed Blake wore a shirt and pants today, looking more formal than his usual style.

He must have valued this meeting.

Blake earned some points from the Crawford family.

Old Mrs. Crawford said, “There are three chickens in the kitchen, you have to kill them. You’ll need to make three different types of dishes using different chickens.”

Blake nodded as he rolled up his sleeves, “Simple.”

Killing chickens is nothing compared to killing humans.

Old Mrs. Crawford added, “Add on a dish of eggplant. Lilly loves them. Ask Margaret if you don’t know how to cook them.”

“For the rest of the dishes, do whatever you want with the ingredients in the kitchen. You probably have to cook eighteen dishes. Oh, cook some omelets too. The kids love them.”

Blake was surprised. So many dishes for a meal?

As Blake was in the kitchen, Josh whispered, “Lilly, let’s go up.”

He was anxious about not finding the female spirit.

Lilly was not too worried and ran to the kitchen while saying, “Wait! I’ll go check on Daddy!”

In the kitchen.

Margaret handed an apron to Blake and asked, “Mr. MacNeil, kill the chicken first! Do you need a hand? The chickens are very lively.”

When Blake saw Lilly running in, the words that were about to come out of his mouth changed. “No,” he said.

He must keep his dignity in front of his daughter.

Blake brought out the chickens but he didn’t know what to do. He had only seen people killing them.

He took a knife and spun it in his hands.

Margaret was shocked and stood in front of Lilly to protect her in case the knife flew out of his hands.

“Pluck the feathers first,” Margaret instructed.

“I’m talking about the feathers on the neck of the chicken,” Margaret added.

Blake nodded and plucked the chicken feathers.

Then, he grabbed the chicken with one hand and held a knife in another hand.

The chicken could only struggle.

“Daddy is awesome!”

However, she said, “Daddy, next time let’s eat the chicken that had been cooked. Don’t kill them anymore. Okay?”

In Lilly’s point of view, the chicken that was not cooked yet means it didn’t want to die yet.

Blake nodded, “Alright.”

He quickly slit the chicken’s neck as Lilly was still covering her eyes.

He held the chicken’s neck close to the bowl for the blood to flow in it.

Old Mrs. Crawford was watching not far away, “I thought he can’t do it. He seemed to be doing a good job.”

Blake earned some points again.

Once the chicken’s blood was drained, he threw the chicken aside.

However, something dramatic happened. The chicken fluttered and ran away suddenly.

Everyone was shocked and they deducted their points for Blake again.

Blake took the knife and aimed it at the chicken.

It flew and cut straight through the chicken’s neck. The headless chicken fell to the ground after running for a few steps.

It died.

Behind the tree, a maid who was holding a flower basket seemed to be shocked. Her pupils contracted violently and the basket in her hand fell with a clatter.

Lilly’s eyes widened.

“This… this…” She stammered.

She didn’t know whether to feel sad for the chicken or to praise her dad.

Margaret was shocked too. This is a new method to kill chickens.