Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 39: Prisoners of Food (Seeking Follow-up Reading)
In the narrow and dim stairwell.

Fang Cheng carried the gas tank in one hand and walked up the stairs with brisk steps.

Zhou Xiumei clasped her hands in front of her, lowered her head, and followed him carrying two bags.

Inside were Fang Cheng's changed clothes, as well as still hot buns and soy milk.

When the two walked to the platform at the corner of the 5th floor.

Fang Cheng put the gas tank on the ground, then switched to his left hand to continue lifting it.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiumei stepped forward and said:
"Brother Cheng, why don't you take a break first? Don't get too tired."

Fang Chengwei sighed and shook his head.

12 points of strength, 20 points of constitution.

Carrying a gas tank up to the ninth floor is a relatively easy task.

The amount of exercise is far less than doing a hundred push-ups in a row, so there is no need to rest.

But thinking back to a month ago, I still had to carry it up the stairs and rest for half a minute after every floor.

I have undoubtedly made a lot of progress now.

Perhaps sensing that there was not enough talk between the two of them, Zhou Xiumei muttered to herself:
"That big brother just now was really greedy. He asked for twice the usual price. He obviously could make money but he didn't want to..."

Fang Cheng looked back at her and said with a smile:

"Businessmen are so smart. He is sure you can't get it."

Zhou Xiumei also smiled slightly, but unconsciously looked away.

Ever since that night when I applied medicine to Fang Cheng’s back injury.

Every time the two met, Zhou Xiumei felt somewhat embarrassed.

Soon, we reached the 9th floor.

Zhou Xiumei pushed hard to open the half-open iron gate.

A hoarse, weak voice came from the room.

"Xiu Mei, has the gas been delivered?"

"Brother Cheng helped deliver it."

Zhou Xiumei walked in first, quickly squatted down, and handed Fang Cheng a pair of slippers.

"Grandma Zhou."

Fang Cheng followed in, changing his shoes and greeting him.

Old Mrs. Zhou had a kind face, and she smiled and nodded, but her ears seemed a little deaf.

There was no one else in the room. Uncle Zhou was probably handling a case at the police station. Aunt He and Zhou Xiumei's brother seemed to have gone out for something.

Fang Cheng didn't ask any more questions. He walked into the kitchen carrying the gas tank.

It took a minute or two to reconnect the pipe and tighten the valve.

"Brother Cheng, drink some water. I added honey..."

Zhou Xiumei walked over, holding a cup of boiled water carefully in both hands.

"No, I have some pork rib soup cooked in my room, I have to go over there right away."

Fang Cheng waved his hand to decline, then asked, "By the way, where's my bag?"

Zhou Xiumei blushed when she heard this, and responded softly:
"I've already soaked your clothes in water..."

Fang Cheng was stunned when he heard this.

"Anyway... I was just about to do some laundry, so I'll do some for you as well."

She bit her lip and then added another explanation.

Fang Cheng had no choice but to take the bag of breakfast:

"Then...thank you."

Zhou Xiumei lowered her head and said "hmm".

A shy blush slowly spread across her cheeks, even the tips of her ears were red.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Fang Cheng changed the subject and politely invited:

"I have prepared a lot of dishes. How about you and grandma not cook at noon and go eat something together?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiumei hurriedly shook her head.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly.

You don't trust my cooking skills, do you?
I got home, took out my key and opened the door.

Suddenly, a slightly pungent burnt smell wafted over.

Fang Cheng sniffed and his expression changed instantly:
"Oops, it took too long to cook!"

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In the kitchen, smoke rises.

The gas stove spewed out blue flames, licking the bottom of the pot, and the oil temperature was just right. Chop, chop, chop—

Pour the chopped garlic sprouts and chicken breast into the pot, and a sizzling sound is heard instantly.

Fang Cheng used his wrist to shake the wok handle, allowing the meat and vegetables to roll quickly in the hot oil, trying to stir-fry them as evenly as possible.

Soon, a fresh and delicious dish of fried chicken breast with garlic sprouts was ready.

As the dish is placed on the plate, prompt information will appear on the panel.

[You are skilled in flipping the wok and have completed a qualified stir-fry. Cooking experience +1]

Fang Cheng raised the corner of his mouth, and was quite appreciative of his own craftsmanship.

"Flipping the wok" can be said to be the most basic and important skill of Xia country chefs, which tests the flexibility and stability of the wrist.

With this trick, it shouldn't be too much to go out and apply for a chef job and claim yourself as an outstanding graduate of Lanxiang, right?
[Cooking skill level 0 (96/100)]

Looking at the progress bar displayed on the panel, Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

This skill, which belongs to the life system, is about to be upgraded without me noticing.

Ever since he accidentally unlocked the "cooking skill" while cooking, he has not specifically learned any recipes or practiced knife skills.

As soon as I started frying some rice and making some fried eggs, my daily experience started to soar.

With every bit of experience gained, my skills in cooking and cutting vegetables became more and more proficient, and my sense of controlling the heat became more and more precise.

However, when the progress bar exceeds 50 points, similar to other skills, the experience growth rate gradually slows down.

The panel will give comments and scores for each dish that is completed.

The minimum is 0 points and the maximum is 1 point.

This sumptuous meal that I prepared with great care only increased my experience point by 1.

Fang Cheng took a look.

There are three dishes and one soup, both meat and vegetarian, and it actually looks quite good.

Except for the fact that the "soup" turned into a few pieces of burnt pork ribs, at least it was edible.

"It's ok."

Fang Cheng shook his head and sneered. He was in a good mood now.

Anyway, I have to cook for myself every day, so upgrading my skills is a natural thing.

Holding the fried chicken breast and a large bowl of rice, Fang Cheng sat down at the dining table.

Then I turned on the TV and enjoyed my meal with the midday news playing in the background.

Although he is in the fitness period, he still prefers to eat stir-fried dishes with strong flavor.

Especially recently, the amount of training has been quite large, and my appetite has increased a lot, almost four or five times what it was before I started working out.

If you only eat bland food, your body may be able to withstand it, but your stomach and intestines cannot.

Fang Cheng is pursuing muscle gain, not weight loss.

At the very least, you have to ensure the intake of oil and salt for one stir-fried meal every day.

"Our station reports that, through the joint efforts of all departments in the city and the National Security Department, the fire in Xishan has been completely extinguished, the explosion hazard has been eliminated in time, and the relevant personnel have been effectively rescued..."

"From 18: today, the alert status in Xiguan District will be gradually lifted, and only some areas in Xishan will remain blocked for a long time. For the sake of safety, please pay attention..."

The news anchor's pleasant voice echoed in the house.

Fang Cheng raised his head and chewed the minced meat.

Looking at the scene that appeared on the screen, the West Mountain seemed to have returned to its peaceful state.

After staring for a while and briefly understanding the information, he ordered a second bowl of rice to finish the remaining chicken breast and other dishes.

When the fourth bowl was finally added, there was very little left of the three pots of food.

Fang Cheng looked at the remaining "pork rib soup".

After thinking about it, I decided not to waste food, so I picked a piece of pork ribs that looked pretty good and put it in my mouth.

Although the pork ribs soup was cooked to look like fried pork ribs.

But it seems to taste different.

Fang Cheng ate slowly and savored the food, finally finishing a piece of pork ribs.

Suddenly, the panel in front of me lit up.

Several prompt messages actually appeared.

[You practice your skills diligently to a certain level, and can endure food that ordinary people cannot endure, and realize that all ingredients have their value.]

[Unlocked skill: Gourmet level 0 (0/100)]

"What does this mean?"

Fang Cheng's mouth, which was filled with rice, opened slightly and did not close for a long time.

(End of this chapter)