My skill tree increases every day.

Lin Yu felt that his good luck had finally arrived.

After reviewing a series of authentic Wu Dong dishes from his memory, Lin Yu recalled the restaurant owner with whom he had had an argument about 20 chapters ago.

Actually, it seems like it was only three days ago.

I don't know why, but it feels like a long time has passed.

Never mind, boss, just wait for me.

I'm back from New Oriental!

Lin Yu glanced at the cabinet he had specially prepared and was once again glad that he had made preparations in advance.

Lin Yu filled the empty space in the cabinet with the 0.1 yuan (shipping included) trinkets that had just been delivered, and then prepared to go to sleep.

Although he had drunk some alcohol the night before, Lin Yu still woke up on time at six o'clock the next morning and started his morning run.

When Liu Zhiyuan returned to the dormitory at 7:30, he was still not awake.

I have an English class today, and I'll be seeing Chen Shuyan again this afternoon.

I'm a little nervous just thinking about it.

No, why should I be nervous?

Lin Yu felt a little strange. He felt nervous every time Chen Shuyan was mentioned, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

That's weird.

Unable to recall any further details, Lin Yu simply stopped thinking about it.

What could be so important that I can't remember?

Would I forget important things?

After taking a quick shower, Lin Yu decided to make himself a bowl of noodles.

Lin Yu stood in front of the stove boiling water.

There was half a bag of noodles left over from an emergency in the cupboard, and when I looked into the refrigerator, there were also two small bok choy and a few eggs.

There aren't many ingredients, just enough to make a bowl of the famous Yangchun noodles.

Lin Yu now plans to try it out based on what he remembers.

A handful of thin noodles, half a bowl of broth, a cup of water, five qian of lard, a spoonful of soy sauce from Old Chen's shop at the bridgehead, and two crisp and refreshing bok choy.

Lin Yu picked up a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth to try it.

Lin Yu's brow furrowed, and his expression froze instantly.

Instead of using thin alkaline noodles, dried noodles were used, resulting in a loss of the texture and flavor that traditional plain noodles are known for.

failure.

Instead of preparing stock, they opted to use instant noodle seasoning packets as a substitute.

But that was too naive. They used chicken and mushroom stew, which nobody eats. A perfectly good soup was ruined because it had neither chicken nor mushroom flavor.

failure.

I used light soy sauce instead of dark soy sauce.

failure.

The bok choy had been in the refrigerator for at least two days and wasn't crisp at all.

A failure within a failure.

The worst part is the oil; they used peanut oil! They should have used lard! Even sesame oil would have been better!

Are you kidding me?! Who made this noodle dish?!

Oh. I made it.

That's fine.

Lin Yu only gained the memory of tasting the food, but did not simultaneously acquire the skill of making it.

Even if we follow the usual logic, someone who is good at one skill will most likely be good at the other.

Lin Yu now knows what delicious food should look like, but if he wants to cook it himself, he can only deduce it from his memory.

A rigid, step-by-step reverse reasoning is one thing, but if you want to come up with some new ideas...

That's like opening a blind box.

For example, right now.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, Lin Yu ate two more bites.

This is a bit difficult.

It's not that bad, it's just that it tastes exactly like instant noodles with chicken and mushroom flavor.

If I've never tasted anything delicious before, I can still eat it without batting an eye.

But now!

Lin Yu suddenly felt incredibly cheated. Others in similar situations at least got a good meal once, but what about him?

Many of the wonderful things in my memory are things I've never even heard of.

I'm already tired of eating these simple meals!

There's no other way; this is the only option.

Lin Yu tidied up the remaining things and then woke up Liu Zhiyuan.

"Liu, get up and have breakfast."

"Hmm?" Liu Zhiyuan poked his head out from under the covers, his hair a mess and his eyes barely open.

"What do you want to eat?"

……

"Don't cook noodles anymore, at least cook instant noodles!"

Liu Zhiyuan is from the north; according to their local dialect,

It's better not to eat it than to eat noodles.

"Having food to eat can't shut you up."

Lin Yu rode his electric scooter and replied to Liu Zhiyuan.

"That's true, but I still have to tell you, about these noodles..."

Liu Zhiyuan may be picky about noodles, but he was quite meticulous when he ate them.

"By the way, why did you make that soup? It tastes so familiar."

"Chicken stew with mushrooms".

"Hmm? I didn't see any chickens or mushrooms?"

"Do you usually have beef in your braised beef noodles?"

"Mushroom and chicken noodle soup?"

"Otherwise what? The seasoning packet from that stuff will be left over."

A while ago, there was a torrential rain. Lin Yu was too lazy to go out to find something to eat, so he opened a pack of mushroom and chicken noodle soup.

They ate the flatbread dry.

Surprisingly, it was quite delicious.

The seasoning packet was left over.

Lin Yu turned on the throttle, and the electric scooter emitted a soft hum, accelerating forward.

Leaning his body and adjusting his center of gravity to maintain the vehicle's balance, Lin Yu executed a beautiful cornering maneuver.

"Depend on!"

Liu Zhiyuan, sitting in the back, finally remembered why he hadn't let Lin Yu ride a bike before.

With a graceful drift, Lin Yu found an empty spot under the shade of a tree at the foot of the teaching building and calmly parked the car.

If the school hadn't prohibited it, Lin Yu would have even considered driving the car into the teaching building.

The English classroom is on the first floor, so he doesn't need to go upstairs; he can even drive his car directly to the classroom door.

"You'd better not open it after that."

Liu Zhiyuan snatched the car keys first: "Do you do this when you're giving other people a ride?"

"You're such a loser!"

Lin Yu did not answer the question. Who was sitting in the back seat and how the car was driven were all planned out.

We can't do it casually.

The morning English class was taught by an elderly man who was about to retire. He particularly enjoyed talking about his experiences studying in Europe and America back then.

Half of a class period is spent reminiscing about the glorious past.

Lin Yu didn't have any objections to this.

After all, he is quite interested in the European and American regions.

I'll definitely go see it if I have the chance.

In the old man's storytelling sessions, class time flies by.

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

As usual, Lin Yu was going to Aunt Wang's place for a free meal.

Aunt Wang's cooking skills are much better than Lin Yu's, so at least Lin Yu won't find it hard to swallow.

Looks like I'll have to practice my cooking skills, otherwise I won't be able to eat the food I make myself.

Lin Yu thought to himself as he ate his rice.

Lin Yu wasn't so picky as to not be able to eat these everyday meals.

Didn't you see that chef who's been serving state banquets? He can still enjoy eating at roadside stalls, can't he?

He simply felt that his cooking was bad.

"Lin Yu".

Chen Shuyan arrived a little late today; Lin Yu had almost finished his meal when she finally arrived.

She was wearing a colorful striped short-sleeved shirt, white overalls, and clean white sneakers.

The overalls are knee-length, just covering the thighs.

It's a pity.