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The document was very thin, but it contained all the publicly available information about Chen Feng from his debut to the present.

His education, family background, acting credits, variety show appearances, interview clips, and even the content he liked on social media were all meticulously detailed.

One of the pages was marked with a red marker: "Life skills: None".

They can't cook, can't do housework, and have poor self-care abilities.

When Jiang Jingyan saw this, she thought to herself: "Someone who can't even cook, and who isn't well-off, probably doesn't eat well."

But right now, Chen Feng is standing in the kitchen, neatly rolling up the opening of the flour bag to prevent the flour from spilling out.

The movements were so practiced, as if she had done them thousands of times, that she didn't seem like someone who couldn't cook.

"Don't you know how to cook?" Jiang Jingyan asked.

Chen Feng paused for a moment.

He turned his head and looked at her.

"It's not something you can learn," he said.

"You want to learn this on the spot?!" Jiang Jingyan raised her voice slightly, her tone filled with obvious doubt.

Learning on the spot? Learning on the spot in front of the camera? From a complete kitchen novice to being able to cook dinner? This isn't just cooking instant noodles; it's properly kneading dough, letting it rest, pulling noodles, and seasoning.

Chen Feng did not give a direct answer.

He smiled and shook his head, his gaze returning to the flour bag, and lightly changed the subject: "What kind of noodles do you like to eat?"

Jiang Jingyan was stunned for a moment.

She hadn't expected him to ask that.

"Oil-splashed noodles," she said.

She was a little surprised when those three words came out of her mouth.

She never orders this dish at banquets or parties.

She's too down-to-earth; it doesn't suit her status.

But at home, her personal chef's best noodle dish is oil-splashed noodles.

Wide noodles, chili peppers, minced garlic, and hot oil are poured over them, sizzling and filling the entire restaurant with aroma.

That was one of her few hobbies that wasn't influenced by any social niceties.

Chen Feng's eyes lit up when he heard the words "oil-splashed noodles"!

"Then I'll make oil-splashed noodles tonight," he said.

After saying that, he turned and walked to the sink, turned on the tap, squeezed out some hand soap, and carefully washed his hands.

Fingertips, between fingers, back of hands, wrists—no corner was overlooked.

After washing, she dried herself with kitchen paper towels, her movements were clean and efficient.

Then he went back to the kitchen and poured the flour from the flour bag into a large white basin.

The flour fell into the bowl like snowflakes, piling up into a small white hill at the bottom.

Chen Feng held the basin in one hand and shook it to smooth the surface of the flour, then picked up the measuring cup to fill it with water.

"I'll help." Jiang Jingyan walked over.

Chen Feng glanced at her sideways and asked, "You can cook?"

"No," Jiang Jingyan answered readily, without any embarrassment. "So I can only assist. Is there anything I can do?"

Chen Feng thought for a moment, put down the measuring cup, and pointed to the sink: "First, get me some water, and then get some salt."

Jiang Jingyan walked to the pool, picked up a clean bowl, filled it halfway with water, and placed it on the table.

Then she turned and walked toward the condiment area.

There were dozens of transparent containers there, without any labels on them.

She stood there, her brows slightly furrowed.

There are several jars containing white granules!

Which one is salt?

She picked up one of the jars, walked back to Chen Feng, and handed it to him: "Salt."

Chen Feng glanced at the white particles in the jar.

"That's white sugar."

Jiang Jingyan paused for a moment, looked down at the granules in the jar, and then looked up at Chen Feng.

She hadn't tasted it, nor could she smell any sweetness. How did he know?

"How do you know?" she asked. "You haven't even tried it."

Chen Feng smiled and said.

"You can tell just by looking at it."

Then Chen Feng walked over and picked up a white jar.

"This is salt," he said.

Jiang Jingyan looked at him, her eyes filled with even deeper doubt.

He didn't even taste it! He didn't even smell it! How could he know which was salt and which was sugar?

[Those white granules, can you tell the difference with your eyes? Salt and sugar look the same!]

[Different grain sizes? Salt is finer, sugar is coarser? But some salt is coarse too!]

[Could he really cook? And be the kind of expert who can identify the seasonings just by looking at him?]

Jiang Jingyan pressed for an answer.

"Are you sure? Don't you want to try it?"

Chen Feng smiled.

"Would you like to try some?"

Jiang Jingyan nodded.

I scooped up a tiny bit with a small spoon and put it in my mouth.

"It's salt."

Chen Feng thought for a moment.

"Let me prepare the seasonings first!"

Chen Feng began organizing the condiment area.

"I'll mark it with a marker."

"I'll cooperate."

Jiang Jingyan asked the production team for label stickers and markers.

"Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, cumin, chili powder, sesame paste, oyster sauce, cooking wine, sesame oil, light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, aged vinegar, white vinegar..."

Chen Feng read out each name.

Jiang Jingyan wrote it on the label and then stuck it on the seasoning jar.

In less than two minutes, dozens of unlabeled spice jars were neatly arranged into four rows, each row arranged in an orderly manner according to frequency of use and category.

"Alright! Now you won't take the wrong one."

Jiang Jingyan looked at the rows of neatly arranged, clearly labeled spice jars, opened her mouth, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

He could accurately name every seasoning just by opening the lid and glancing at it.

This goes beyond just being able to cook.

This level of skill is so high that you could roam freely in the kitchen even with your eyes closed.

"When did you learn to cook?" Jiang Jingyan asked.

Chen Feng is adding salt to the basin.

"A few days ago, I think."

Jiang Jingyan looked at his profile, at his sharply defined features in the afterglow of the setting sun, and at his hands focused intently on the dough.

She had only one thought in her mind.

The information is incorrect.

Moreover, it is seriously wrong.

The comments section is going crazy.

He can tell the difference between the seasonings just by looking at them?! Some of them are exactly the same! I've been cooking for ten years and I wouldn't dare be that confident!

He didn't taste it, didn't smell it, didn't even touch it! He just glanced at it!

This isn't talent, this is cheating!

Could it be that the production team told him beforehand?

[Impossible! The production team wouldn't treat an unknown actor like that!]

[So it's true? Is there anything Chen Feng can't do?]

I declare that Chen Feng is the most outrageous, obscure, unknown actor I've ever seen. Without a doubt.

I'm really looking forward to Chen Feng's oil-splashed noodles! So incredibly excited!

Chen Feng started kneading the dough.

Holding the edge of the basin with one hand, he spread his fingers with the other and stirred the flour and water from the bottom up, mixing them thoroughly. The flour and water met at his fingertips, forming clumps, then a lump.

His palms pressed the dough with even and firm pressure, each press making the dough smoother and more elastic.