"This flavor is from a new dish that I just developed, and I personally think it's pretty good."

"Huh? A new dish? Really? Little El, you didn't mix some weird ingredients together again, did you?"

As Al Wayne's father, Carl Wayne knew his fast-growing, big-eater, and intelligent son well.

For example, Al's cooking skills were beyond the imagination of normal people. Before Al showed his cooking skills, Carl Wayne really couldn't have dreamed that a child who was not even ten years old could cook food better than him.

Even the simplest grilled meat can be transformed into something novel and delicious in El's hands.

However, compared to his talent for cooking, Carl Wayne also found Al somewhat of a headache.

Because of his exceptional potential in cooking, El also possesses a greater imagination when it comes to recipes than the average person.

He mixes things he feels are inedible or shouldn't be combined, and sometimes the resulting food smells delicious, but its appearance is... well, let's just say it's not very appealing.

He recalled that Al made sesame paste from ground sesame seeds, then spread it on the meat as a marinade, and finally grilled the meat without removing the sesame paste.

That time, the strange, dark food on the table made Carl Wayne even suspect that it might turn into a monster, come to life, and slap him across the face...

"So, El, before we start cooking, may I ask what your recipe is this time, and are there any special ingredients?"

"Ah, this time the dishes are very ordinary, just a simple slime tomato fish soup."

As he spoke, El continued wiping the pot he had just used, his tone remarkably calm.

"Oh, it's just simple slime tomato fish soup, that's fine... wait, what is it? El, say it again?"

Carl Wayne was initially relieved, thinking the food was normal because of Al's tone.

Then, he repeated it in his mind again.

Make up the difference!

He frowned, realizing the problem.

Slime tomato fish soup.

Slime, tomatoes, fish soup.

"Why is there slime in there? Are you sure this stuff can be used to cook?"

If I remember correctly, slimes are monsters, right? They are definitely monsters, right?

"Where did you get this slime, you little brat? Are you feeling unwell now?"

The father immediately hugged him, wanting to check on El's condition, while the mother also walked over with concern, asking El if he was feeling unwell anywhere.

Although the misunderstanding made Al laugh a little, the care from his family also made him feel at ease.

"It's okay, really it's okay. I not only have no problems now, but I also feel great."

Giving a thumbs-up to his family, Al said he looked radiant and was perfectly fine.

"It's good that there's no problem, it's good that there's no problem, so you really aren't poisoned?"

"No, Dad, is it possible that slimes are inherently non-toxic?"

To convince them that her cooking was okay, and also so that she could try other monster dishes in the future without being stopped by her family, El explained her recipe design ideas, how to handle slimes, and so on.

"That's it. If you follow my method, this slime will be a pretty good dish. How about giving it a try?"

"Forget about it. Al, slimes and stuff, just thinking about them makes me scared."

Karl Wayne was just an ordinary person; eating monsters was something he had never even considered.