He swore to God that he would never eat slime or anything like that.

Compared to a stubborn father, a mother is more likely to encourage and support her child's inventions.

"Little El, there's no point in just saying this here. Why don't you make another one?"

"Alright, I'll do it right away. Dad, remember what you just said, and don't go back on your word later."

"Hmph, I definitely mean what I say. I, Karl Wayne, would rather starve to death, die outside, or jump into the river than eat a single monster!"

His attitude was so firm that it seemed there was absolutely no possibility of him wavering.

Carl Wayne will use his willpower and determination to show his children that he means what he says!

It took about an hour...

"Wow, it smells amazing."

Carl Wayne placed the empty bowl on the table and let out a long sigh of relief.

After finishing his meal, he ate the slime tomato fish soup that Al had just made.

As for why? El simply repeated what he had been doing before: fishing, making soup, and cooking.

Just in time, the last bit of slime was used up. This time, he also optimized the recipe according to his own feeling, based on the previous recipe.

Unsurprisingly, the glowing dish appeared.

The aroma shattered Carl Wayne's resolve, and he succumbed to its allure.

"Karl, didn't you just say that you would never eat slime?"

El's mother also put down her bowl, watching her husband's embarrassed expression because of her question.

"This, this is different. Cooking is no longer considered a monster."

Look at this slime block, it's completely still now. It's no longer a slime.

So, all things considered, I didn't eat any monsters; I just had a simple meal.

From the initial stumbles and setbacks to the final confident assertion, it's clear that he has convinced himself.

Whether you believe it or not, I believe this statement; that's the gist of it.

"Haha, it's great, it's great. I'm glad you like it. I knew my cooking wouldn't be bad."

Although the parents also had a great appetite because of the glowing food, they couldn't eat too much. Only a large pot of soup was left, which eventually ended up in El's stomach.

"call……"

He put down the bowl and felt the food in his stomach being quickly digested. He felt more energetic and a sense of fulfillment welled up inside him.

He wondered if he could unleash his full strength at this moment and perhaps tear his clothes off.

"Let's forget about clothes tearing and stuff. Although our family isn't short of money, we can't waste it."

He shook his head, abandoning a strange idea, and looked at the spot where he had placed the slime, now only a puddle of water remained.

"The slime tomato fish soup is undoubtedly a success. There are still plenty of slimes by the lake, so there's no fear of running out of food."

However, besides fish soup, there should be other possibilities for this water elemental slime, right?

His inspiration as a chef seemed to have been triggered once again, and tomorrow he wanted to try a different way of making slime.

The fourth update is finished. The author is going to rest now. Please give me a free copy of "Fighting for Love," and also a five-star review. Goodnight everyone. ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_