Roxanna's eyes widened as several recipes began glowing. They were simple, realistic, and efficient. Exactly what she needed:
- Bone Broth
- Fire-Grilled Herb Chicken
- Hearty Meat & Egg Scramble
- Mashed Sweet Potatoes with Egg
- Crispy Roasted Potatoes.
"Roxanna?" Azul called her name. He had probably called her more than once, but Roxanna had been too lost in her silent conversation with the system to notice. "What should we cook?" he asked.
He and Cyrus knew that when the voice in her head gave her a mission, Roxanna had to follow it. She might not receive any punishment if she failed to complete the mission, but she would certainly be upset if she couldn't finish it.
Therefore, they had to be careful not to mess up the cooking, or their wife would be angry at them—no, scratch that. Most likely, Roxanna wouldn't blame others for her failure. She would blame herself instead.
