I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

Chapter 105 Sylvia, what did you add?

The kitchen was filled with the familiar aroma of cooking.

Lynn tied on the clean apron that Sylvia handed her and began to inspect the ingredients.

The pork was just delivered today; it's a good mix of lean and fat and looks very fresh.

The chicken needs to be prepared properly, cut into even cubes.

The vegetables were vibrant green and the garlic cloves were plump.

"Today I'm making twice-cooked pork, Kung Pao chicken, and some garlic-flavored greens," Lynn said as she deftly placed the pork into a pot of cold water, added ginger slices and a little wine.

"Let's cook the meat first, and while we cook, we can prepare the other ingredients."

Vera leaned closer and asked, "I... how can I help?"

Her voice was softer than usual, and her eyes were somewhat unfocused, but her desire to participate was undeniable.

Baby Vera wants to show off, so naturally we have to satisfy her.

"Please peel the garlic for me."

"Peel them all, then crush and chop them finely."

Lynn handed her a small basket of garlic.

"Okay, no problem!" Vera took the garlic basket, moved a small stool to sit next to the kitchen counter, and began peeling the garlic cloves.

Make sure that every single garlic clove remains completely naked.

Vera's movements weren't very skillful, but she was very focused. Her silver hair slipped down her shoulders, and she casually tucked it behind her ear, revealing her fair neck.

Lynn began processing the chicken.

His knife skills are excellent; the rhythmic slicing sound of him chopping vegetables is very pleasant.

Marinate the diced chicken with salt, pepper, a little starch, and egg white.

Leah stood quietly by the pool, washing the vegetables.

Her movements were gentle and delicate, washing each leaf clean, water droplets sliding down her slender fingers.

Sylvia stood a little further away, her eyes fixed on Lynn's every move.

She held a small notebook in her hand, jotting down notes every now and then.

But she seemed somewhat absent-minded, her gaze occasionally drifting to Vera, who was peeling garlic, before quickly looking away.

Lynn noticed Sylvia's unusual behavior.

Could it be that she really likes me?

Are you jealous now?

Lynn thought to herself.

Are you uncomfortable because you see me interacting closely with Vera and Leah?

After all, her previous actions...did indeed go a bit beyond the boundaries of an ordinary master and disciple relationship.

By this time, the pork was almost cooked.

Lynn took the meat out and placed it on a plate to cool.

"Vera, are the garlic peeled yet?" he asked.

"Ah? Oh, okay, okay!" Vera quickly brought over the peeled garlic cloves.

As she stood up, she tripped for some reason and staggered forward.

Lynn instinctively reached out to help.

Vera bumped right into his arms.

The girl's soft body carried a fresh fragrance, and her silver hair brushed against his chin, making him feel a little ticklish.

Vera's face flushed instantly. She tried to stand up straight in a fluster, but her hand accidentally landed on Lynn's chest.

"I'm sorry!" She jumped back like a startled rabbit, head down, her ears red as if dripping blood.

Lynn could feel the delicate, supple touch of her palm when it supported her waist, as well as the warmth emanating from her body.

He coughed lightly to cover up his momentary unease: "Be careful, there might be water on the ground."

"I-I understand!" Vera's voice was barely audible as she quickly stepped aside.

She pretended to continue sorting the garlic cloves, but her bright red ear tips betrayed her panic.

Sylvia took in the whole scene, a strange emotion flashing in her eyes.

Lynn shook her head and turned her attention back to the food.

Cut the cooled pork into thin slices, cut the green garlic sprouts into sections, and prepare the chili peppers, broad bean paste, fermented black beans, and sweet bean sauce.

Heat oil in a pan, then add sliced ​​meat and stir-fry.

The fat in the fatty parts is rendered out, the meat slices curl up, and the color turns golden and translucent.

The unique aroma of meat mixed with the smoky fragrance of oil filled the air.

"It smells so good..." Vera couldn't help but sniff.

The little foodie temporarily forgot her earlier embarrassment, her eyes sparkling.

Lynn moved the sliced ​​meat to one side, added chili peppers, fermented bean paste, and fermented black beans and stir-fried until fragrant, then added sweet bean sauce and stir-fried evenly.

Finally, add the green garlic shoots and quickly toss the wok to coat each piece of meat and garlic shoot with the sauce.

"The key to twice-cooked pork is the word 'twice-cooked.' The meat must be boiled first and then stir-fried, the heat must be sufficient, and the sauce must be fragrant," Lin En explained as he demonstrated.

"Garlic sprouts should not be stir-fried for too long; just cook them until they are just tender to maintain their crispness."

A plate of twice-cooked pork, with its bright red color and enticing aroma, is ready.

The sliced ​​meat is fatty but not greasy, the garlic sprouts are vibrant green, and the sauce is rich and flavorful.

Next up is Kung Pao Chicken.

Stir-fry the marinated chicken pieces in hot oil until they change color, then remove them from the oil.

Leave some oil in the pan, fry the Sichuan peppercorns and dried chilies until fragrant, and the numbing and spicy aroma instantly ignites the kitchen's sense of smell.

Next, add chopped scallions, minced ginger and garlic and stir-fry until fragrant. Then add diced chicken and the prepared sauce (soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, cooking wine, starch and water).

Stir-fry quickly over high heat until the sauce thickens, then finally sprinkle in the fried peanuts.

The complex aroma of sweet, sour, and slightly numbing flavors spreads powerfully, intertwining with the savory sauce of twice-cooked pork, making one's appetite soar.

Finally, there's a simple garlic-flavored green vegetable dish.

Sauté a generous amount of minced garlic in hot oil until fragrant, then add the drained greens and stir-fry quickly over high heat. Season with just a little salt.

The greens softened quickly but remained bright green, exuding a strong garlic aroma.

When the three dishes were placed on the table, Vera's eyes were practically glued to them.

The twice-cooked pork is juicy and tempting, the Kung Pao chicken is spicy and appetizing, and the garlic-flavored greens are refreshing and help cut through the richness.

It was served with perfectly cooked white rice that Sylvia had prepared in advance.

"I'm starting!" Vera couldn't wait to pick up a piece of twice-cooked pork and put it in her mouth.

The fatty parts are tender and soft, while the lean parts are fragrant and chewy. The sauce is savory and slightly sweet, with the unique fermented aroma of fermented broad beans and black beans. The crispness of the garlic sprouts perfectly balances the oiliness.

"Mmm...delicious!" Vera squinted her eyes happily, her cheeks puffed out like a little squirrel hoarding food.

Her loss of appetite, which had lasted for several days, seemed to be cured all at once, and she became that happy little foodie again.

She also tried Kung Pao Chicken.

The diced chicken is tender and flavorful, with a sweet and sour taste, the numbing sensation of Sichuan peppercorns, and the spiciness of chili peppers, creating a rich and layered flavor. The peanuts are crispy and fragrant, making it impossible to stop eating.

Leah also ate more than usual. Although her movements were still elegant, her chopsticks moved noticeably faster.

Sylvia ate her meal in silence.

The food was impeccable, even more "soulful" than her imitation.

As for what the soul is?

As Sylvia watched Vera's joyful smile, a smile born of the delicious food and Lynn's return, the sense of defeat in her heart grew ever stronger.

It turned out to be the case.

No matter how hard I try to imitate him, or how much I learn his recipes and techniques, I can never completely replicate the dishes made by the Prophet.

It's not just because of subtle differences in heat, seasoning, and technique.

More importantly... because I am not him.

Vera.

Will you be with the Prophet from now on?

Would you marry him?

Will you still need my cooking then?

Are we... about to break up?

If you no longer need my cooking, what reason do we have to be together every day like this?

A resolute voice resounded from the deepest part of her heart.

So, this is the only way.

I'm sorry, Master.

But I want to be with Vera.

Together forever.

Dinner ended with Vera's satisfied sigh.

She rubbed her slightly protruding belly, her face flushed with satisfaction, and the resentment in her eyes as she looked at Lynn had long been replaced by sweetness and dependence.

Leah helped clear the dishes.

Sylvia took a deep breath, her lively smile returning, and said to Lynn, "Master, may I have a moment to spare? I have some questions about cooking that I'd like to ask you."

She then turned to Vera and Leah, saying apologetically, "Sister Vera, Sister Leah, I'm sorry, could I possibly take up the Prophet's place for a moment?"

Lynn looked at Sylvia and nodded: "Okay."

"I also have something to discuss with Sylvia."

He also felt it was time to have a serious talk with his apprentice, who was behaving somewhat strangely.

Vera was about to say something when Leah, understanding Lynn's hint, said, "Okay, you guys go ahead with your work. I'll take Vera for a walk to digest our food."

Only the two of them remained in the kitchen.

Sylvia took two drinks from the kitchen.

"Master, this is a plum drink I made today using your method, made with sour plums and licorice root. It's chilled. Could you please try it and give me your feedback?"

She handed one of the two drinks to Lynn and took one for herself.

Lynn took the cup, but did not drink it immediately.

He leaned against the kitchen counter, looking at Sylvia.

The kitchen was quiet, with only the faint chirping of insects coming from outside the window.

"Sylvia,"

"You've been acting a little strange lately."

Lynn spoke, his voice calm.

Sylvia paused in her act of preparing to drink the plum juice, looked up, and a perfectly balanced blush and confusion appeared on her face: "Eh? Is...is that so? Why do you think that, Master?"

That expression perfectly captured the flustered and shy demeanor of a young girl in the throes of first love when her secret feelings are exposed.

Lynn looked at her and decided to go straight to the point.

He put down his cup and looked directly into Sylvia's eyes: "Do you like me?"

Sylvia seemed taken aback by the direct question.

She blinked, then a more pronounced blush spread across her face. "Of course I like it! Who wouldn't like the Prophet's words? You saved everyone's lives. If you were willing, most of the unmarried female elves in the settlement would probably be willing to marry you, right?"

This answer is clever, blurring personal feelings into a collective admiration.

"so."

"Do you really like me? The kind of liking between a man and a woman?"

Lynn remained unmoved and continued to press for answers.

Sylvia's gaze began to wander under his watchful eyes.

Do I like my master?

Her master was very gentle, although he could be a little mischievous at times, but he taught her cooking skills without reservation.

Her master was very perceptive; when she failed a challenge, he was the only one who understood her thoughts.

Master is very powerful; he can solve so many problems.

The master was also very popular. Vera liked him, Leah depended on him, and many people in the settlement worshipped him.

But...do I like him?

It would be a lie to say I don't like it at all.

If you don't like it, what about all those ambiguous actions you took before?

If you don't like it, what is this complex emotion in your heart right now, a mixture of guilt, bitterness, and determination?

But... compared to his promise to Vera, which is more important?

"I..." Sylvia opened her mouth, but found herself unable to speak.

As Lynn watched her struggle, the vague guess about her past life gradually became clearer.

He sighed, his tone softening, revealing a hint of understanding:

"Alright, you don't need to say anything more."

"You didn't do those things because you like me, right?"

"You're doing this because you can't bear to part with Vera, right?"

Sylvia's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

She looked abruptly at Lynn, a flash of shock in her eyes, followed by deeper panic and helplessness at being seen through.

Lynn recalled Sylvia from the game in his previous life.

Sylvia did have an unusual dependence on Vera, but the two didn't do anything too outrageous.

But this guy kept trying to persuade Vera to break up with him.

In this life, something went wrong, I don't know.

This made her obsession so strong that she was even willing to use herself as bait to manipulate her master.

"Forget it, you don't need to explain anymore."

"I know everything."

Lynn waved his hand.

"I..." Sylvia wanted to explain, but she didn't know how.

Because she doesn't understand her own true thoughts either.

Do I like Vera?!

Actually, it's not that. It's just that I really miss Vera and I love seeing her happy smile when she's being fed.

Don't you like your master?!

It's impossible for me not to like my master, who is so outstanding.

Sylvia felt like she was trapped inside countless nesting dolls, and no matter how many times she opened them, she couldn't know her true thoughts.

Lynn seemed a little tired.

His gaze fell on the two glasses of plum juice on the kitchen counter.

After talking for so long, I am indeed a bit thirsty.

He casually picked up the cup he had just put down without giving it much thought.

He tilted his head back and gulped it down in a few mouthfuls.

The chilled plum juice went down smoothly, with a pleasantly sweet and sour taste and a lingering sweetness from the licorice. It was indeed well-cooked.

"No—!" Sylvia's exclamation came belatedly after she saw him drink the soup.

Her expression instantly turned tense, and her eyes widened.

Lynn put down her empty glass and looked at her curiously: "What's wrong?"

"May the Elf King protect me, may he protect me from drinking that laced cup." Sylvia prayed in her heart, deceiving herself, but she knew that Lynn had taken that laced cup.

My original plan was to use the Sound of Nature to summon Vera.

Let Vera see clearly, see clearly that the Prophet is a lustful glutton.

Maybe in this way, Vera will go back to being single and stay with him forever.

But now.

Suddenly realizing the change in her feelings, Sylvia suddenly didn't dare to tell Vera.

A moment later, Lynn felt an unusual heat surge up from his lower abdomen and quickly spread to his limbs and bones!

This feeling... is so familiar!

It was almost exactly the same feeling of heat, impulsiveness, and accelerated blood flow that I had when I was drugged by Vilitas.

Lynn's expression changed.

He felt a sleeping dragon awakening at an astonishing speed in his lower body.

"Sylvia!"

"What did you put in this plum juice?!"

He grabbed Sylvia's wrist with an unexpectedly strong grip.

"I'm...I'm sorry...Master..."

Sylvia closed her eyes, a resigned look on her face. "I...added... [Hair Growth Potion Extra Strong]..."

"How much did you add?"

"One bottle..."

"Wow!"