Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  After putting the children to bed, Mag returned to his room to check on the mission rewards given by the system.

  He didn’t really care for the title of “Junior Patissier,” and only he could see it anyway. He cared more about what was in the dessert gift package.

  Upon clicking open the gift package, five experience bags popped up: mung bean cake, red bean cake, milk custard, mango pancake, and salted egg yolk pastry!

  ?Mag lit up his eyes. This was his first time receiving five recipes at once. It was rare for the system to be generous.

  He felt that the mung bean cake and red bean cake were just ordinary, but he loved the salted egg yolk pastry. He didn’t expect the system to include it in the gift package.

  “Perfect. It’s rather perfect.” Mag nodded with satisfaction. He clicked on the mung bean cake’s recipe first.

  The complete and detailed recipe, with the master patissiers’ experiences and techniques, swarmed into his mind instantly.

  Mag opened his eyes, and mumbled to himself, “There’s indeed a huge difference between passable and perfection. The system is rarely so magnanimous.”


  The more he understood, the more respectful he got. After receiving the masters’ experience, Mag immediately realized that the mung bean cake that he thought was perfect was only a substandard product.

  However, with his own study experience, it would obviously be much easier to learn, so he didn’t rush to enter the test field for the God of Cookery. Instead, he clicked open the salted egg yolk pastry’s experience bag next.

  “This… is simply too difficult, right?” Mag opened his eyes after a long time, his gaze was still dazed.

  If the mung bean cake’s level of difficulty was 1, then the level of difficulty for the salted egg yolk pastry should be 5.

  Be it the number of ingredients, complexity of the procedures, or all the different kinds of techniques, they all stunned Mag.

  After all, he was still a rather new patissier who couldn’t even be considered as a novice. He could already foresee the difficulty that he was going to face.

  ?Mag lay down, closed his eyes, and pushed open the door to the test field for the God of Cookery.

  This was destined to be a long night for Mag.

  The next morning, Mag opened his eyes, and saw four pairs of eyes again.

  “You’re awake.” Irina looked at him smilingly.

  “The sun is already shining down on your butt,” Amy also smilingly said.

  Mag still hadn’t recovered from the salted egg yolk pastry’s nightmare. He blinked and turned to look at the alarm clock at the side of the bed.

  “It’s already 11am!” Mag was slightly taken aback. This was already more than the sun shining down his butt. It was already noon.

  Embarrassed, Mag sat up and put Ugly Duckling, which was sleeping on his arm, to the side, and said, “Erm. I seem to have overslept a little.”


  “It’s more than a little. We couldn’t wake you up no matter how. I almost wanted to treat you.” Irina pursed her lips.

  “Perhaps I’m just too tired.” Mag tried to change the topic.

  His sensation of the outside world was sealed off when he was in the test field for the God of Cookery. The system wouldn’t notify him if it didn’t sense any threats, so he didn’t hear Irina’s calls at all.

  “You guys must be hungry. I’ll go make break— lunch for you guys.” Mag got up from the bed.

  “We already had breakfast. You left quite a bit of mung bean cake from last night, and there is milk in the fridge.” Amy patted her tummy. “But, I am hungry again.”


  “Let’s go downstairs. I’ll make you new desserts after lunch.” Mag patted Amy’s head smilingly.

  “New dessert?”


  “Mm-hmm. I had a good sleep and a good dream. I learned it in my dream.” Mag nodded.

  “Are you for real? Can you learn to cook in your dreams?” Irina looked at Mag with doubt.

  “You will see it later if you don’t believe me. Moreover, I have improved the mung bean cake. I will let you try the real mung bean cake today.” Mag walked out confidently.

  Mag took a break after lunch before going into the kitchen to make the mung bean cake and salted egg yolk pastry.

  The system gave him a whole new set of molds, culinary tools, and an oven after he learned the recipes.

  The mung bean cake was relatively easier, but its preparation work was more complicated. Fortunately, he had already soaked some mung beans in the fridge last night. He could start making the mung bean cakes after removing the skins. It saved him plenty of waiting time.

  Meanwhile, it was much more complicated to make the salted egg yolk pastry.

  Irina stood at the kitchen’s entrance as she watched Mag take the ingredients and condiments out from the fridge. She perplexedly asked, “When did you buy all those things? I didn’t see you buy them when we went out shopping yesterday?”


  Mag’s hands froze in midair. She finally had suspicions about the inexhaustible ingredients that appeared in the fridge mysteriously after so long?

  “Oh, I know it. You must have bought them when you went to buy the mung bean pastry.” Just as Mag was trying to come with an explanation, Irina had already found a perfect excuse for him.

  “Yes. It’s exactly like that.” Mag nodded.

  The complexity of the salted egg yolk pastry stemmed from its four-layered structure. The exterior layer was also the glazed layer that engulfed the pastry skin. Their layers were created by rolling it over and over again with the rolling pin. The salted egg yolk was wrapped in red bean paste before being wrapped in the pastry skin. A layer of egg yolk glaze would be brushed over the surface, and sesame seeds would be scattered over it before putting it into the oven.

  Furthermore, the pastry needed to be coated and baked trice during the baking process. The salted egg yolk pastry would be removed, coated with the egg yolk wash, and put back into the oven again three times before the golden and crispy salted egg yolk pastry was formally done.

  The entire process was like an artistic performance. The two children also came to the kitchen’s entrance, and watched Mag’s performance. They were mesmerized.

  “Father is really so formidable.” Amy opened her mouth slightly with admiration in her eyes.

  Annie’s expression was also similar. She was also looking at Mag with a gaze full of admiration.

  Irina leaned against the door frame, and looked at Mag with interest. She didn’t know why, but the Mag who put down his longsword, picked up his chef’s knife, and cooked quietly in the kitchen gave her a peaceful and reliable sensation. It was as if a boat that had been wandering around had finally found a harbor where it could dock.

  Ding!

  The oven’s sound rang out.

  Mag turned off the power, and opened the oven.

  “Smells so good!”


  A milky aroma together with the aroma of the egg pastry filled the kitchen and surged towards the kitchen’s door. The eyes of the three people watching at the door all lit up.

  Mag brought out a tray of salted egg yolk pastry from the oven under their stare. The golden skin had a layer of glaze with specks of sesame decorating it. It looked extremely enticing.

  “This is the salted egg yolk pastry, but you can only eat it after it cools down……” Mag walked out with the salted egg yolk pastry smilingly.