The Villainess Is My Cute Daughter

He stood there, and his gaze went from looking around at all of the sacks of ingredients to his eyes just sticking to one single place.

And that specific place was none other than the hard ground.

His eyeballs didn't even move a single millimeter. It was almost like he had turned into a frozen statue for two whole minutes while his brain thought about what to make.

Then he finally brought both of his hands together in a loud, sharp clap.

"Right! I can make risotto. Not exactly the authentic one, but I can easily substitute butter for this beef lard and make a few other changes! Yeah, this is this possible."

Then he grinned widely, feeling like he had won.

But before he could speak to the soldiers, Aria looked up at him in confusion.

"Papa? What exactly is a... risotto?"

Adrian looked down at her.

"Well. A risotto is… hmm, it's similar to a creamy porridge, but it is not a porridge."

He frowned, unable to properly explain the difference.

"I honestly don't really know how to easily explain it in a way that makes sense. Why don't you just watch so that you'll be able to tell what it is?"

Aria nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay! What do I do now, Papa?"

Adrian looked up at the waiting soldiers.

"Go grab a few more people. We need a lot more hands for the prep work."

They eagerly nodded and they quickly headed over to the get some of their friends here. And once a group of thirty was there, Adrian looked at everyone.

"I want you guys to be evenly split into specific groups. I want exactly ten of you to work on precisely chopping all these onions. Use extremely sharp knives... well, actually I'll just give them to you from my storage so we don't mess up the cuts."

He pulled out ten massive, razor-sharp steel chef knives from his spatial ring and handed them out.

"Don't just forcefully push the knife straight down into the onion. Use a smooth slicing motion the exact same way you… smoothly cut people's throats?"

He asked that last part in a sort of doubtful, highly awkward tone, realizing he was unable to properly explain knife skills to them.

He just shook his head rapidly.

"Wait. Let me just show you."

He grabbed a raw onion from one of the massive sacks, and he brought out a nice, long Damascus knife. He casually placed a clean cutting board on the massive steel plate that he placed to use as a stove, and he looked at the soldiers.

"Look closely at exactly what I'm doing."

He chopped the onion evenly in two clean halves, and he quickly peeled the outer dry layers before he looked up at the soldiers again.

"Now. This specific motion is how most people cut their onions."

He purposefully took his sharp knife and he pushed it straight down with brute force.

"When you do it like this, you actively puncture the layers. And instead of cleanly cutting, you literally crush the cell structure of the onion. You can't really see with your naked eye if you're crushing it or if you're cleanly cutting it, but that is exactly what happens."

He paused, looking at their highly confused faces.

"And when you crush an onion, it immediately releases its..."

He just paused mid-sentence and he heavily thought to himself.

'I literally can't even explain how basic chemistry works to these guys. They don't even know what the word chemicals means.'

He took a deep breath.

"Well. It actively puts out... like it shoots out a toxic poison mist into the air. And this specific poison mist is exactly what makes you cry or tear up. This poison mist makes you cry, okay?"

The soldiers all nodded, understanding what he was saying. They had seen their mothers tear up whenever they cut onions but now they knew the reason.

It was because onions became poisonous when you cut it by pushing the knife straight down.

"Now," Adrian continued. "A good, efficient way to make the onions shoot out significantly less of this poison mist is to slice them properly."

He gently put the sharp knife securely on top of the other onion half.

"And instead of just aggressively pushing it straight down onto the onion, you push the knife forward instead of strictly downwards while putting a very little amount of force downwards. In simple words, you push it diagonally downwards."

He pushed the knife forward, and since the Damascus knife was ridiculously sharp, and he only put a very little bit of force downwards, the knife just flawlessly sliced through the layers like it was cutting through butter.

And then, as he did this, he went smoothly forward and then pulled it back. And just with that single, fluid motion, it perfectly cut the onion without crushing a single thing.

He looked up at them.

"Now. This is the correct culinary way of doing it. This technique will definitely take a little bit of time to get fully used to. But I'm extremely pretty sure you can easily do it if you practice."

He pointed to the crushed half.

"And you definitely can also use the first method if you want. But if you can... well, if you don't mind having your eyes irritated by the poison mist, then feel free to do so. The first method is faster, of course. Especially if you're not used to using the second method."

The soldiers nodded quickly. none of them wanted to be attacked by poison mist.

Adrian crossed his arms.

"Now. Exactly ten of you do the onion chopping. Get to it."

And then he looked at the other soldiers who were left over. There were exactly twenty more people left.

He looked at them.

"Now. I need ten more for the potatoes. I want you to peel them, properly chop them into super tiny pieces, and then I want you to just toss them into a massive pot of clean water. No need to actually boil it yet. Keep them submerged so they turn brown."

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