"You sit here while I go take care of these things." Claire took Irene to the restaurant and took the vegetable basket from him.
As for the guy Hayden, Claire took him elsewhere. After all, this is his Baronial Manor, and the other party can't mess around. The most important thing is that Irene doesn't want Hayden to follow him so closely.
"Ah? Do you want to cook the food yourself?" Irene suddenly stood up from his seat.
"Our custom here is that when important guests come to the house, you have to cook in person." Claire said softly. This was a custom from the previous life, but Claire mainly wanted to let Irene experience the beauty of Chinese Cuisine for himself.
"Then I want to go and have a look. I haven't seen it yet." Irene followed. Unlike other nobles, she felt that being able to cook would make her inferior.
"Maybe you can try it too."
"Really? But I've never cooked before. Is it really okay?" Irene asked with his eyes widened.
"Of course, I'll teach you from the side. It's very simple." Claire said easily.
"Okay, okay, let's go." Irene took the vegetable basket from Claire and excitedly led the way.
Within a few seconds, Irene turned around and asked, "Where is the kitchen?"
Claire then walked forward, smiled and said softly, "Follow me."
A rare blush appeared on Irene's face, and he followed Claire like a little tail with his head lowered.
"Master, why are you here? We haven't started preparing lunch yet." Yuna took a step forward and said anxiously. She thought Claire was hungry in advance.
"I'll take care of today's lunch myself." Claire put the vegetable basket on the table and said, "Go and wash these, we'll use them later."
"Okay." Yuna looked excited. Every time Claire came to cook in person, she could learn some new techniques.
"Hello." Irene nodded politely to Yuna. Irene suddenly appeared from behind Claire, which almost scared Yuna. After reacting, he quickly replied, "Hello, are you Your Highness?"
"Just call me Irene."
"Okay Your Highness, give me a moment, I'm going to wash the vegetables." Yuna turned sideways and passed by Irene.
Irene looked at Yuna's retreating figure unexpectedly. The people here seemed to have no novelty or respect for him as a Princess, as if he was an ordinary person, which was quite interesting.
"Let me teach you how to make egg fried rice. It's quite simple." Claire turned around and said.
"Okay!" Irene raised his hands excitedly, "Then, what is egg fried rice?"
"Egg fried rice is fried rice with eggs..." Claire felt that he had said nonsense, but Irene nodded vigorously, as if he had remembered something important.
"First of all, we need to use overnight rice..." Claire opened the rice container, and there happened to be leftover rice from the morning inside. It can be used after a little magic to remove the water.
Claire rolled up his sleeves, took out the rice and put it aside for later use.
Then he gestured sideways to Irene to come forward, then placed two porcelain bowls in front of the two of them, and said, "You can follow my steps, it's very simple."
Irene said firmly, "Okay!" He stared at Claire's hand carefully, for fear of missing any step.
"First, crack open the eggs, and then put the egg liquid inside into the bowl." Claire skillfully cracked open the three eggs in his hand and put them in.
"Oh... oh! The egg liquid came out and got on my hands. It's okay. Come again..." Irene comforted himself, "Why did the eggshell get in? Irene Don't worry, take your time."
Claire didn't come forward to help, he just watched from the side without any intention of laughing. There's nothing funny about this kind of thing. It's normal that the other person doesn't know this skill because he hasn't cooked before, just like some people in the city don't know how to plant rice. It's impossible to laugh at someone who lives in the city just because he doesn't know how to plant rice.
In the same way, Claire won't laugh at Irene because she can't cook. She is a Princess herself. She has lived a life of reaching out for clothes and opening her mouth for food. At least now she still has the heart to learn this cooking skill, which is very good. If someone laughs at someone because of something like this, then Claire is the one who will really be laughed at.
After a few minutes, a voice came from Irene, "Okay!"
It's just that the scene was a bit more tragic than Claire's. When Claire looked over, Irene's face turned slightly red and he explained to himself, "Those eggs are a little out of control."
Claire smiled slightly and didn't care, and continued, "Next, add the salt, and then use chopsticks to break up the egg liquid and beat it evenly."
"Question!" Irene raised his right hand and asked, "What are chopsticks!"
"Uh... use a spoon to break up the egg liquid, the effect is the same."
"Okay!" Irene picked up the spoon next to him and stirred the egg liquid evenly. Then he looked up at Claire expectantly and asked, "What next?"
Claire waved his hand and put a basic protective technique on Irene, and then explained, "It's okay, this is to prevent hot oil from splashing on you."
Irene reached out and touched the protective technique, "But this will affect my actions."
"Then leave it to me later. You have already completed the most important work." Claire took a step forward and reached out to hold the handle of the iron pot. It was probably the first time that the other party entered the kitchen since he was born. It was the first time for him to cook something like this. He was not worried about leaving it to the other party. It didn't matter if he blew her up. If his own kitchen was blown up, it would really be gone.
Hearing Claire's words, Irene's face turned crimson inexplicably. She felt her face was a little hot. Even though she didn't do anything, the other party could take care of her emotions like this.
"Okay..." Irene sounded like a mosquito.
After Irene withdrew for a while, Claire finally let go of his hand, heated up the pot, and when the oil was hot, put in the eggs and spread them. When the eggs turned from light yellow to dark yellow, pour the prepared rice, crush it quickly with a spatula, and then continue to stir-fry quickly. After stirring, add seasonings, soy sauce and other ingredients.
Finally, turn off the heat and take it out of the pot. The fragrant egg fried rice is placed in a bowl, and then a spoon is put in and pushed towards Irene, "This is the egg fried rice with most of your contribution. Have a taste."
Irene As soon as he put the egg fried rice into his mouth and chewed it, his eyes lit up.
"It's delicious!"
Claire then showed a satisfied smile. Although the steps for making this egg fried rice are very simple and each person who makes it has their own unique skills, it is a test of skill. The delicious ones are really delicious, and the unpalatable ones have their own ways of eating.
"Master, all the ingredients have been washed!" Yuna returned to the kitchen holding a lot of ingredients.
"Leave it there." Claire said casually.
Yuna glanced at Irene, and then asked tentatively, "Can I watch from here?"
"Sure, let's see."
It's not a secret, there's nothing you can't show others.
Claire skillfully pulled out the knives in the kitchen and began to further process the ingredients. He began to perform his cooking skills as if no one else was watching. There was a unique sense of beauty and rhythm in the process, like another piece of art work.