Operation Red Book

"Cut it, cut it, cut it so it's more cooked... cut it into small pieces, cut it a little more..."

“Pour the pepper powder and salt in, all of it… Mix them well, just like you’re massaging them, harder, I’ll ask you to be even harder!”

There were some discordant noises coming from the kitchen, which made Dorian feel confused.

He ran down the stairs in two steps at a time, and just as he was about to stride forward, his feet stopped where they were.

He was very familiar with this road. At the end of the stairs was the kitchen, and there were some black, unidentified objects left on the floor.

The sound coming from inside was more familiar, it was Ivy's impatient scream. He had been looking for Ivy in the manor for a long time.

After leaving Mrs. Emerson's room, Dorian went to the rose-bed, where the servants had overwhelmed a bush opposite them on the other side.

A few skillful workers built two long oak boards on site and nailed them in front of the incomplete flower bed.

Dorothy the freckled girl and some girls of similar age brought colorful paints, cleaned the long boards, and wrote and drew on them.

On one side it says "Welcome" and on the other side it says "See you next time". The text is not in advanced Italian italics, but it is full of childishness and imagination.

The signboard doesn't quite match the elegant mansion, but it's surprisingly suitable for this field of roses swaying in the breeze.

The gardener collected flowers of various colors and made them into a waist-high, colorful flower ball to fill the gaps in the flower bed.

The workers wiped the sweat from their foreheads, the girls clapped their hands to each other and made happy giggles, and the gardener and Dorian, who came to inspect the work, nodded with satisfaction.

"Go, go, take out the French fries. They've been fried for too long and they've become dry and hard to chew..."

"Don't be afraid of the oil splashing out. You're wearing an apron, aren't you? Use a clip to pick up the oil that's left. Move forward. It's just a French fry, not Cthulhu..."

"Put it on the plate! I've prepared it for you... Don't go so far away. I told you this isn't a bomb that's going to explode!"

"Ah! Ahsiba! It fell! Baka! Baka!"

The series of angry screams almost blew off Dorian's eardrums. He quickly covered his ears with a painful expression.

Even without activating his abilities, his hearing is much more sensitive than that of humans.

"I'm sorry, that's all I have left..."

Another familiar voice sounded, and Dorian was startled and quickly let go of his ears.

The voice was dull, boring, and trembling. It was Andrew's voice.

"Brother Andrew made her angry too? With such a loud roar, even Joshua would be amazed... No, what are they doing?"

Dorian simply pushed open the kitchen door. The two people inside twitched at the same time, obviously frightened by the sudden sound of the door opening.

The few French fries Andrew was holding also fell to the ground and scattered at his feet.

The kitchen was a mess, with used pots and pans everywhere, and black marks from the previous explosion on the walls and ceiling.

Ivy and Andrew stood in front of the bubbling oil pan, and the ground was covered with yellow French fries.

Both of them were wearing ridiculous white aprons and their expressions were a bit surprised and embarrassed.

"Dorian, you are finally here..."

Andrew looked like he was about to cry. His black beard and droopy bags under his eyes made him look even more haggard.

"Don't count on me, Brother Andrew. She just plucked out hundreds of my hairs."

Dorian took the wooden clamp from Andrew and said helplessly and humorously that he couldn't tell who was more miserable.

"We are making fish and chips. If they can't make such a simple dish properly, no wonder making a pork chop can blow up the kitchen."

Ivy rolled her eyes and fished out another batch of soaked potato strips, placing them on a beige cotton cloth to drain.

She found Andrew at the end of the corridor. At that time, Andrew was in tears and sighing, completely losing the dignity and composure he had at the ball.

The servants passed by him from time to time, each of them had an annoyed and tired look on their face. They were in a hurry, no one stopped, and no one even looked at him.

Ivy felt sorry for him, so she brought him a cup of black tea and took the opportunity to ask him about his troubles.

"I can't do anything right. I only cause trouble for Dorian and Mom. I can fry pork chops and spill flour all over the kitchen, which can cause an explosion."

"I'm going to be engaged to Miss Fiona Baxter, you know? And I can't even make her a nice pork chop, sob, sob, sob..."

"I am not a good son to my mother, nor am I a good Duke Emerson to the Queen. How can I be a good husband? How can I be a good father? Woo woo ...

"Excuse me, is this funny... it's you, the laughing lady, wuwuwuwu, I'm just expressing my distress, wuwuwuwu..."

So, Ivy decided to teach him how to make the famous British dish - fish and chips, and then the conversation just now happened.

She handed the drained French fries to Andrew, and after watching the French fries being put into the frying pan with her own eyes, she decided to make the batter for the fried fish herself. After all, Andrew had developed a great fear of flour.

The batter is very simple to make. Just mix flour and corn starch in a 1:1 ratio, add some flavorful beer, and mix it into a yogurt-like consistency.

"Where are the cooks and servants?"

Dorian asked as he monitored the frying pan.

"They've gone upstairs to prepare the food. The portions are really small, just enough for one or two sips... Where is this beer made? It tastes really good... But fortunately, the presentation is very exquisite, but you may not be able to enjoy it."

"It's okay, I'll just have fish and chips." Andrew wiped the sweat off his face with a determined look.

"If you don't take it out, you'll have to eat this pot of failed French fries from dawn to dusk and then to dawn again." Ivy put her hands on her hips and tilted her head, her tone cold.

Andrew suddenly felt his hair stand on end. With trembling hands, he hurriedly used tongs to scoop up the French fries from the pot.

In his hands, the clamps were like two thin fishing lines and he couldn't pick them up no matter what he did. He was so anxious that he uttered a few gibberish words in French.

Although the process was a bit difficult, the result was always good. Not a single fries was left out of this pot of freshly baked French fries, which exuded a rich potato aroma on the plate.

"Well done, look! Miss Ivy! Look! Dorian! An order of fries that I made myself."

Okay, if you say so, then so be it... Ivy and Dorian thought to themselves, with kind smiles on their faces.

Ivy stirred the batter in her hands, while Dorian put away the blue flame between his fingers behind his back.

Andrew laughed like a child and added pinches of salt.

"Hey! That's enough!" Ivy shouted, shocking Andrew so much that he trembled all over, his fingertips loosened, and he added more salt.

"Forget it, forget it, luckily I didn't stir it..."

"Ah..." Andrew stiffly put down the wooden clamp in his hand. He glanced at Ivy's face horribly, and his face turned pale again.

"Only, only stirred three times."