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

Chapter 89 Is this dog food from Facebook?

"what!"

pain!

it hurts!

A piercing pain shot through the back of my hand, as if it were being ground by something hard.

This scene is damn familiar! Damn it, I've time-traveled again! Is the only opening animation version where the character lands face-first and gets their hands stepped on? System, were you a lazy programmer who only wrote one trigger event?!

Wait, something's not right. Lu Feng keenly sensed something amiss amidst the pain. This time, it was definitely his hand that had been stepped on, but why were his elbows and knees burning with pain again?

The feeling was exactly the same as when it first entered. Even the location and intensity of the pain were exactly the same.

Could it be that...?

"You two little bastards, get out of Yangquan Restaurant as soon as possible. Don't think you can—"

Lu Feng looked up abruptly. Zhou Lingfeng, A Xing, and Dudu were all in the same spot as before. Had the scene been reset?

"Let go of Afeng!"

"Ah Xing, Ah Feng, are you alright?" Dudu bypassed Lu Feng, who looked even worse, and went straight to Ah Xing.

Lu Feng, "————" Is this dog food just Facebook?

He silently got up, brushing off the dust. This time, the dream cultivation method was clearly different from the last. It's just cooking; does he really need to use such a seemingly sophisticated but overused setting? Everyone else uses the Spring and Autumn Cicada and the Hundred-Life Book.

Zhou Lingfeng's sarcasm and A Xing's rebuttal were repeated verbatim from last time. When Zhou Lingfeng once again suggested "cook a dish to prove yourself," Lu Feng's mind raced.

Last time, Ah Xing made stir-fried bok choy and chose egg fried rice, but it was a complete disaster. This time—

As Zhou Lingfeng pointed to the bok choy, Lu Feng spoke first, loudly proclaiming, "I'll make stir-fried bok choy!"

With his almost non-existent cooking skills, even if he can't make good fried rice, he should be able to make stir-fried bok choy without any problem, given his understanding of heat and seasoning.

Zhou Lingfeng and the others were all taken aback. Ah Xing also looked at Lu Feng in surprise, "Then I'll use this leftover rice to make golden fried rice."

"————" Zhou Lingfeng felt like his lines had been stolen. "Fine! Let's see what tricks you two can pull!"

Lu Feng reluctantly picked up the bok choy. "Wash and chop the vegetables first, who doesn't know that?"

Meanwhile, Ah Xing had already started. Lu Feng simply stopped and observed Ah Xing's method.

The recipe mentions that for golden fried rice, the eggs should be mixed with a pinch of salt and very little water, and then quickly beaten until foamy and smooth.

But Ah Xing obviously didn't do it that way. He cracked three eggs into a row, quickly stirred them with the spoon in his hand, and cooked them until they were half-cooked. The egg liquid solidified into a beautiful golden-yellow flocculent shape, and he immediately set it aside.

Then pour in the rice that was placed aside. With each press and spread, the rice grains are heated evenly and gradually become dry and distinct.

Pour the scrambled eggs back in and quickly toss the pan to coat each grain of rice evenly with the golden egg bits. Once the rice and eggs are well mixed, season with salt and pepper to instantly capture the flavor and aroma of all the ingredients.

The whole process was smooth and effortless. Although it was just the simplest ingredients of eggs, rice, and salt, when he turned the plate of fried rice from the pan onto the plate, it was a beautiful sight.

The moment the spoon was lifted, Zhou Lingfeng and the others couldn't help but let out a soft gasp of amazement. Under the light, the fried rice seemed to radiate a golden glow.

A dish that glows! Lu Feng witnessed this moment. The fried rice on the plate was distinct, glistening and slightly moist, each grain evenly coated with a thin layer of golden yellow, traces of the perfect egg wash.

Needless to say, Zhou Lingfeng sighed. This was a fried rice dish that even he couldn't make. He never expected that Ah Xing in front of him would be so skilled. No wonder Master Jidi took him in.

A hint of seriousness appeared in his eyes. This Ah Xing was already so capable, and Ah Feng, who looked even older, was now even more so. "It's your turn, Ah Feng."

Lu Feng opened his mouth, "Ah, well, I have no choice but to do it."

He mentally encouraged himself, remembering how Ah Xing had handled it so simply last time: cleaning it thoroughly and then cutting the bok choy into uniform lengths.

Looking at Lu Feng's skillful knife work, Zhou Lingfeng thought to himself that these two were not as simple as he thought. Although he felt that they should not have stolen his skills, it was too much to step on his hands.

Lu Feng was still working on it. It seemed like he was going to boil a pot of water and coat the bok choy with oil to remove the earthy taste. Hmm, once he stir-fries it, we don't need to use fermented bean paste, just add some salt, right?

It's done. Zhou Lingfeng only glanced at it before deciding to take back his previous thought and step on it—this piece of trash was the one to be trampled on.

"Get out! Ah Xing can stay, but you can go back to where you came from!"

The familiar pain returned to the back of my hand.

"what!"

pain!

it hurts!

Again!

Lu Feng opened his eyes and found himself lying on the cold, rough bluestone slab again, feeling the familiar sensation of being stepped on on the back of his hand.

"Let go of Afeng!"

"Ah Xing, Ah Feng, are you alright?"

Zhou Lingfeng's sarcasm, Dudu's concern—everything was repeated once again.

This time he noticed that the countdown on the screen had decreased by four hours, and each time he restarted, his time in this dream would be reduced.

When Zhou Lingfeng once again suggested "make a dish to prove yourself," Lu Feng immediately shouted, "A-Xing, make golden fried rice first."

Don't ask me why I'm so skilled; it's all based on experience.

"Ah Xing, you go first!" Lu Feng pushed the bewildered Ah Xing in front of the stove.

Ah Xing glanced at Lu Feng. Although he didn't understand why the other party insisted that he make fried rice, he nodded and started cooking.

This time, Lu Feng stared wide-eyed, standing right there, intently watching Ah Xing's hands, the pot, the size of the flames, and the changes in the ingredients.

The technique for adding eggs to the pan, the cooking time. The heat control after adding rice, the rhythm and force of stirring. Seasoning, tossing—he memorized every single detail.

Great, I feel like I've memorized everything, I've got it all figured out, this is going to be a sure thing!

Soon, another plate of golden, fragrant, and perfectly separated egg fried rice was served, eliciting gasps of amazement from the crowd once again.

It was Lu Feng's turn. Zhou Lingfeng looked at him. "It's your turn. How about you make the simplest stir-fried bok choy?"

"No," Lu Feng shook his head, his gaze firm, "I'll make fried rice too."

Zhou Lingfeng stared blankly as the other person took the cooking utensils from A Xing's hands, thinking to himself, "Did I agree to this before you started making fried rice?"

In Lufeng, heat a wok, pour in the egg mixture, and quickly scramble it.

This time, he tried his best to imitate Ah Xing's movements and rhythm. But it was all for naught; his eyes could see it, but his hands couldn't. Before the egg could even say goodbye properly, it was already fully cooked.

Zhou Lingfeng's momentary silence was met with even louder laughter, "That's it?! That's it?! That's it?!"

"what!"

pain!

it hurts!

Come again!

Lu Feng had lost count of how many times this had happened, and he was too lazy to calculate how many more times were left. Five times? Ten times? Every time he woke up, it was the familiar feeling of his back being stepped on, the familiar scene, and the familiar conversation.

I managed to fry the eggs until they were about 70% cooked, which was barely usable, but then I crushed the leftover rice into rice cakes that I couldn't break apart when I fried them.

I finally managed to stir-fry the leftover rice until it was broken up, but some of it still clumped together and some stuck to the pan.

Flipping the wok? That's impossible. He's so bad at flipping it that even he gets scared; once he flipped an egg right out of the bowl.

"Yes! That's it!" Lu Feng roared angrily. Zhou Lingfeng opened his mouth, feeling as if his lines had been stolen again.

"Again!"

"what!"