Food: Randomly set up stalls, even the little guy is drooling.

Lu Feng turned his head and said, "Heh, I'll use mine to feed the dogs, and yours will be like Goubuli steamed buns."

Aman didn't dare to speak, and pulled Lu Feng away.

Back in their small dorm room, Aman asked, "Afeng, do you know who he is?"

Lu Feng didn't care at all. He came to the dream to learn how to make steamed buns, so he didn't care who this person was.

Aman panicked, "He's Wang Shun, Master Xie's true disciple!"

Lu Feng asked in confusion, "Aren't we also Master Xie's apprentices?"

Aman then explained it to him.

They were the orphans of a relative from Master Xie Lu's hometown. Master Xie Lu took them in out of courtesy, and they were only considered apprentices of Xie's steamed buns. The old man, who also had the surname Xie and was named Xie Badan, was their master.

This dreamlike world, resembling a modern era, highly reveres food. Chefs are divided into many specialties, each further divided into five levels: apprentice, beginner, intermediate, advanced, and master.

Xie Lu, the head of Xie's Steamed Buns, is a man standing at the pinnacle of culinary arts. Master Xie Lu does not easily accept apprentices; those who do become his disciples will eventually graduate and open their own steamed bun shops, or at the very least, become intermediate-level pastry chefs.

Lu Feng thought to himself, "Good, good, good. I've even been transported to a dream world, just in time for a professional title evaluation."

"Then he's just an apprentice now." Lu Feng rolled up his sleeves again. "Instead of worrying about others, you should improve yourself."

Aman got up at three in the morning, because he couldn't stay awake any longer without catching up on sleep.

Lu Feng, however, showed no signs of fatigue. He could practice more while others rested. A month of dream cultivation seemed like a long time, but mastering three pastry recipes was still full of challenges.

Lu Feng kept kneading dough in the kitchen to increase his experience points.

Just as he was engrossed in his own world, he was suddenly struck twice by Bang Bang.

"Damn it!" Lu Feng thought to himself. "Who else but that old bastard Jie Badan would suddenly slap me twice?"

Lu Feng respectfully called out "Master".

Even after being beaten, one still has to be extremely respectful.

Jie Badan snapped, "Use your wrists! Are you kneading dough or kneading milk?"

"I need some milk to rub too, old man." Lu Feng lowered his head, waiting for the old man to continue his scolding.

"However, there has been progress compared to this morning." Jie Badan walked to Lu Feng's side. "When kneading dough, you should knead it in one direction and feel the gluten forming."

His hands were on the dough. They looked thin and dry, but as soon as they touched the dough, Lu Feng felt as if the old man's hands were dancing.

Push, press, fold, and turn, and the dough gradually becomes smooth and soft in his hands.

It was much smoother than what Aman experienced.

"Can you feel it? The dough is ready." Xie Badan put his hands behind his back again. "Since you've come to Xie's Buns, it's not enough to just be willing to work hard. To make buns, you need to feel it with your heart."

"With heart?" Lu Feng didn't expect the other party to be teaching him so sincerely, which seemed to fit the system's evaluation of him very well.

"Every batch of flour comes from different ears of wheat, and every grain of wheat grows differently, so how can all flour be the same?" Jie Badan pointed out, "Try it again."

Lu Feng started kneading the dough again. This time, he was more focused and no longer treated kneading as a mechanical task.

After kneading the dough, he felt that it was indeed different.

Pastry experience points +50.

Pastry experience points +20.

Experience points speak for themselves.

The old man stepped forward and poked the dough with his hand. "You're a promising student. Continue."

Perhaps because it was a dream, he didn't delve into the issue of wasting flour.

Lu Feng saw a huge amount of experience points for the first time and continued kneading the dough frantically.

I made dough for five consecutive days.

Pastry making experience points increased steadily: +5, +4, +6...

[Basic skills in dough preparation Lv.0 upgraded to Lv.1 (2/2000): Your kneading skills are now superb, yet you still haven't made a single steamed bun.]

"Come on, you can start making steamed buns now." Jie Badan poked his dough again and then suddenly gave him two sharp taps on the head.

"After kneading the dough, it needs to rest." Xie Badan led him to another spot in the kitchen, his words carrying a hint of testing. "This step doesn't require physical labor, but it's difficult because of experience."

Lu Feng looked at his Lv.1 level of skill and chuckled, "Master, have I ever told you that my greatest strength is temperature control? Just watch!"

Half an hour later, Lu Feng was dumbfounded. This dough had failed to ferment and was completely different from the one Jie Ba Dan had risen; it was a whole size smaller.

The old man chuckled. "That's it? If this were in the south, it might not be too different. But when it comes to proofing dough, the dough will rise very differently depending on the season and temperature."

Lu Feng tried it again in the old man's way, and sure enough, it swelled up even more.

"The dough that has risen again needs to be pressed to release the air bubbles, so that the dough is smooth and elastic again."

"Next, divide the dough into small balls and roll them into round wrappers that are thicker in the middle and thinner around the edges. This step requires mastering the control of the dough's thickness."

"Then, there's the filling..."

"Finally, the filling is wrapped inside the dough..."

The old man taught him everything he knew, and in just half a month, Lu Feng had completely mastered how to make vegetable buns and meat buns.

Aman was still stuck in the stage of pressing the dough again, and he found that no matter what he did, he couldn't roll it as well as the new king of rolls.

I noticed that Aman wasn't pressing the pressure well enough again.

"Stop! Stop!" Lu Feng quickly stopped him. "Have you forgotten everything your master taught you?"

Aman opened his mouth, feeling like he'd heard those words somewhere before.

But seeing Lu Feng's sincere eyes and patient instruction, he didn't delve into where he had heard that phrase before.

"Bang!" The kitchen door was kicked open, and Wang Shun strode in. "Ah Feng? Where's Ah Feng?"

Lu Feng adjusted his hat. "They went over there."

"Ah Feng, isn't he looking for you?" Ah Man's words betrayed him immediately.

"You little brat, you dare to play me?" Wang Shun narrowed his eyes.

Lu Feng asked helplessly, "What brings you here?"

"Master Xie said he's taken on an apprentice who's ready to graduate." Wang Shun couldn't hide his anger. "I wouldn't even dare say I've graduated, and you?"

"You've probably never heard this saying," Lu Feng glanced at him sideways, "There's a sequence to learning, and everyone has their own area of ​​expertise; that's all."

Wang Shundao asked, "What do you mean?"

Lu Feng slowed his speech, "What I mean is, if you can't do it, don't assume others can't. Because you might just not be cut out for it!"

Wang Shun stepped forward and grabbed his collar. "I've heard people say you can't say anything nice, and today I see it's true! Today we'll settle all the old scores and new ones!"

Lu Feng grabbed his hand, "This is the kitchen. If you've got the guts, come and have a go."

Wang Shun was completely provoked. "Fine, let's compete!"