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


    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.


    ke 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.


    ke 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 identally kicked the female spirit into the maid''s body.


    ke 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 sessful dad had to have superb cooking skills to feed his child.


    The food outside was not healthypared to home-cooked food.


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


    “Are you sure?” ke 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.


    ke loosened a button.


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


    He must have valued this meeting.


    ke 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.”


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


    Killing chickens is nothingpared to killing humans.


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    Old Mrs. Crawford added, “Add on a dish of eggnt. 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.”


    ke was surprised. So many dishes for a meal?


    As ke 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 ke and asked, “Mr. MacNeil, kill the chicken first! Do you need a


    hand? The chickens are very lively.”


    When ke saw Lilly running in, the words that were about toe out of his mouth changed. “No,” he


    said.


    He must keep his dignity in front of his daughter.


    ke 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.


    ke 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.


    ke 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.”


    ke 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 ke again.


    ke 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 tter.


    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.