"Hmph, there is no distinction between host and guest in the kitchen, only the difference between the challenger and the challenged." The husband raised his head and said, "Since someone is trying to get into the position of head chef, I naturally want to defend my rights with all my might!" ”

"You...... In some respects, they are not as sensible as your grandchildren......" Seeing that her husband did not listen to persuasion at all, the old woman also shook her head helplessly.

"Anyway, the theme of the first round of the competition is dessert!" My husband raised the spatula in his hand straight towards me, and the momentum around him was as awe-inspiring as if he was about to go into battle with a katana in his hand, "The verdict of victory or defeat is whose work the old man's grandsons and granddaughters prefer." How about the little ghost, are you ready for failure? ”

"Mr. Yasumoto, I will give you the same words." I crossed my arms and smiled slightly, "Dessert is an all-purpose dish that can be used before and after meals, but I try it again and again every day, and I am confident that I will not lose to the old man who is shaking his hands when he is old!" ”

"Hahaha, in the end, it's a young man, it's really useless to be ignorant!" The elderly husband couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, and it seemed as if he had won the battle.

"Hmm...... It doesn't seem like a lot of material. Sweeping the kitchen with his eyes full, the husband held his chin in his hand and muttered, "But if that's it...... It should be enough too......"

"Yukiko, I want eggs, flour, milk, and sugar." The husband turned to his wife and commanded.

"Yes...... Yes, needless to say, I know that I will be your sub-master at such times......" The old woman sighed helplessly, but she was not slow at all, and almost as soon as the complaint was over, she put the materials that her husband needed in front of him.

“……”

Without saying a word, the husband grabbed the flour bag with his right hand and sprinkled some of the flour into the large bowl, while with his left hand he picked up four eggs and deftly broke them on the edge of the bowl, and poured the egg whites and yolks evenly into the flour.

After that, he held the bottom of the bowl with one hand, took three chopsticks from the side with the other, sandwiched them between his fingers, and reached into the bowl mixed with flour and eggs, and stirred it very skillfully and quickly!

“——！” As soon as I saw my husband's textbook-like routine, I understood what he wanted to make.

I have to say that his decision is really bold, and he actually plans to use only the four simplest materials to complete the corresponding work with a set of the most basic kitchen utensils!

The husband's wrists kept flipping, his fingers couldn't stop stirring, and the unimaginable speed was dazzling. And every five minutes or so, he would stop and put a spoonful of sugar in the bowl, and then continue his movements without stopping.

After about fifteen minutes of rhythmic stirring, the husband finally stopped his movements and laid the bowl in front of him.

Through his flawless operation, I could see that the flour and eggs in the bowl had been perfectly bonded together to form a golden batter. The surface of the batter is as smooth as a mirror, and it actually reflects the husband's face with a faint smile!

"Whew...... It's really unforgiving, and there were a few times when I almost couldn't control it, but fortunately, I succeeded in the end. Looking at the impeccable batter in the bowl, the husband said with some sighs, and raised his hand to gently wipe the slight sweat oozing from his forehead.

After that, he carefully carried the whole bowl into the oven, set the time, and then picked up the whole carton of milk from the side.

"Grandpa, you look like you're planning to make a cake." I hesitated for a moment and then interjected, "But I'm really sorry, I don't have a cream at home, I'm afraid it won't achieve the effect you want......"

"Well, I've been clear about that from the beginning." The husband nodded slightly, "But that's fine, the cream bought from outside is not as good as the quality of the cream I made." ”

"What——!? You say...... Can you do it yourself? "I couldn't believe my ears.

"Of course. Although it is a bit of a hassle, it is good to extract it directly from the milk. ”

After speaking, the husband poured a full liter of milk into the stainless steel milk pot next to him, picked up the wooden spoon and stirred it quickly inside.

After every dozen or so stirring turns, the husband would quickly scoop a spoon on the surface of the milk, lift a little milky white grease into the bowl, and repeat the same process again.

Slowly, as those greasy objects were extracted, the milk in the milk pot became thinner and thinner. By the end of the day, the entire pot of milk had almost turned into a clear consommé!

Looking at the bowl again, the cream is as clean and soft as the first snow, and the amount is half a bowl!

"This ——!" My eyes widened, and I was completely impressed by the other person's amazing cooking skills!

"Ding ——!"

At the same time, the oven makes a pleasant soft sound, indicating that the cake has been baked.

Putting on special gloves, the husband opened the oven door.

Suddenly, a squirting fragrance that made everyone present almost out-of-body emanate incomparably unbridledly, filling the nasal cavity in an instant!

Even before you even eat it, you can already feel the delicious taste buds through the aroma, and it's just a cake base that hasn't been creamed yet!

After taking a large white plate, the husband nimbly placed the bowl containing the cake base upside down in the center.

Gently lift the bowl and the hemispherical cake base falls on the plate, and the crispy texture and tangy aroma are appetizing.

Finally, picking up the food brush, the husband carefully applied the cake base and applied a layer of cream completely and evenly from the bottom to the top, from the inside to the outside. All the cream has just been used up, and from the outside, the cake looks like a big snowball, which is very beautiful!

"This is the old man's original snowball cake, please enjoy it."

Steadily bringing his work to the table, the husband smiled softly, and his tone was full of smugness that could not be hidden.

"Wow——!"

Before the husband finished speaking, several children rushed up and completely divided the snowball cake!

"Grandpa, it's so delicious!"

"I love grandpa's cake the most!"

"It's so good, it's so good, I really want to eat cake at every meal in the future!"

A few children gulped down the cake, cream all over their mouths.

"Taro, pay attention to etiquette when eating, don't learn like your brother Emiya."

While saying something that made people unconsciously want to complain about her, the girl picked up the youngest of them, a little boy who was only about three or four years old, and said softly, picking up a napkin from the table and gently wiping his mouth for him.