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Not long after Lynn returned home, a system notification sounded.
[Ding! Mission complete. Mundungus has been arrested. Rewards have been issued.]
Crack—
A House-elf appeared directly in front of Lynn.
It looked fairly decent—by Lynn's standards, at least, it was far more presentable than the kitchen elves.
"Master, Elf is very happy to serve you."
Lynn nodded in satisfaction.
"I'll give you a name. From now on, you'll be called Dodo."
"Dodo? Although the name sounds a bit like a dog's, since it was given by Master, Dodo accepts it."
Lynn: "…"
I refuse to accept being called bad at naming things!
…
The next day, noon. Kitchen.
Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the neat and well-organized space.
Dodo, dressed in a brand-new set of work clothes, was vigorously chopping ingredients.
The air was filled with the aroma of toasted bread and sizzling bacon, while a pot of stew bubbled gently on the stove.
Dodo's face was filled with unprecedented focus.
This was its first proper meal as a "formal employee," and it was determined to showcase its full abilities.
Just then, the kitchen door opened.
Lynn walked in.
Behind him floated a large stack of heavy, newly purchased books, their gilded titles glinting in the sunlight.
Lynn set the stack down in an empty spot.
Dodo immediately stopped what it was doing and leaned in—curious, yet respectful.
It carefully picked up the top book and tilted its large head to read the title:
"Famous Recipes (Illustrated Collector's Edition)"
The cover displayed glossy, reddish Peking duck and translucent shrimp dumplings—so vivid it almost seemed fragrant.
Dodo blinked, confused.
It set the book down and picked up the next one—
"160 Authentic Asian Dishes."
Flipping it open, it was greeted by a sea of bright red chilies and a dish of boiled fish fillets.
The dense notes and ingredient lists beside the images made its head spin.
The third book—
"Popular Recipes"—
was slightly more approachable, but still filled with unfamiliar ingredients and complex diagrams.
Further down:
"Complete Collection of Pastry Making"
"Cantonese Slow-Cooked Soups"
"Home Banquet Dishes"
Every single one was richly illustrated.
Dodo's expression shifted from curiosity—
To shock—
To outright horror—
All at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Its hands trembled.
Its ears drooped.
"Master! Dodo's elders never taught these… Dodo is—"
"Stop! Right there!"
Lynn decisively cut off Dodo before it could begin its dramatic apology.
"Do house-elves just love apologizing or something? If you don't know, then learn. No one is born knowing how to cook."
He pointed at Famous Recipes.
"Start with the simple dishes. For example, 'Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes'—that's easy. We already have the ingredients. Also…"
"I'm hungry. Make lunch first. We'll have stew and toasted bread today. Starting tomorrow, try one new dish from these books every day as practice."
…
It had to be said—
House-elves truly had their skill tree maxed out when it came to housekeeping and cooking.
Although Dodo had initially been terrified by the pile of cookbooks, the learning ability and dedication it unleashed afterward were nothing short of frightening.
As a result—
Lynn's original travel plans…
Stalled.
His daily schedule became:
Monday:
"Dodo, how about trying 'Shredded Pork' for lunch today? And for dinner… hmm, 'Braised Pork Belly' sounds good."
Tuesday:
"Yesterday's braised pork was a bit too sweet, but not bad. Let's go lighter today—'Steamed Sea Bass'? With 'Garlic Broccoli.'"
Wednesday:
"Hermione? Are you busy? If not, come over for lunch. My elf is learning cooking—come be the judge?"
Thursday:
"Lynn, oh Lynn, look at yourself! What happened to the Northern Lights? What about the pyramids? How did you fall this far? Your will has been crushed by sugar-coated temptation!"
Then, at noon—
Smelling the rich aroma of Twice-Cooked Pork drifting from the kitchen—
His resolve collapsed instantly.
Friday:
After finishing a full serving of Mapo Tofu with rice, Lynn finally overcame his gluttony.
Rubbing his stomach, he addressed Doudou, who was bustling about with sparkling eyes:
"Dodo, I have a new task for you. Go to the Ministry of Magic and handle the exit procedures. Destination: Norway. Duration… let's say one month for now."
Saturday:
The paperwork wasn't processed that quickly.
Knowing his master would be leaving for an extended trip, Doudou worked even harder to showcase its progress.
Which meant—
Eat.
Day after day, Lynn's dining table was filled with an ever-changing array of dishes.
Dodo learned at an astonishing pace.
Lynn finally understood why Goyle and Crabbe had grown so plump.
If you had a house-elf with god-tier cooking skills at home—
Who could resist?
Beep beep beep—
It was lunchtime again.
Lynn sat before a plate of fragrant food and just about to dig in—
When his phone rang with a video call.
He glanced at it.
Edgar.
Lynn wiped his hands and answered.
Edgar's face immediately filled the screen.
"Lynn! You—"
He froze mid-sentence.
Through the camera, he saw the steaming dishes on Lynn's table.
His voice cut off.
His eyes widened.
He looked down at the plain sandwich in his own hand—
Then back at Lynn's restaurant-quality spread—
A deep sense of injustice surged within him.
With a trembling finger, he pointed at Lynn through the screen.
"You… you're eating again?! Do you even know what you're eating?! What time is it?! And what even is all that? It looks fancy and colorful!"
Lynn had long grown used to this reaction.
He calmly tilted his phone, giving a full panoramic view of the table—
Deliberately lingering on the translucent shrimp dumplings and the milky-white fish soup.
"Come on, Edgar. Take a good look. This is called cuisine. Gastronomy is deep and profound—do you understand?"
His tone was filled with shameless bragging.
"Shrimp dumplings, fish soup, and those garlic ribs just out of frame… sigh. Even if I explained it, you wouldn't understand. Your life revolves around sandwiches and baked potatoes."
Edgar stared at the screen.
Then at his sandwich.
And fell silent.
"…Who wants to look at your food anyway!" Edgar snapped, changing the subject.
"Didn't you say you were going on a trip? How many days has it been? Why are you still lounging at home? Are you going or not?"
This time, Lynn went quiet.
The smug smile on his face froze.
His eyes flickered slightly.
He coughed lightly.
"Cough… well… I'll leave in a couple of days. Definitely in a couple of days! The itinerary's already planned—Norway."
"Norway?!"
Edgar's eyes lit up.
"What a coincidence—let's go together."