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Chapter 90 If I keep stomping, will I become a masochist? (Bonus Chapter)

Lu Feng felt like he was going to go numb.

In this dream-like training, he repeatedly experienced the cycle of being trampled on, cooking, being mocked, and then being trampled on again.

"System, are you playing a Groundhog Day infinite loop game here?" Lu Feng got up from the ground. But while other people are falling in love and saving their town, I'm here learning to make fried rice and getting trampled on every day! If this keeps happening, am I going to become a masochist?

However, through repeated failures and observations, Lu Feng also learned to be wiser.

He originally wanted to learn how to make Ah Xing's fried rice, but he couldn't quite get the hang of it. He suddenly realized that Ah Xing's fried rice used very simple ingredients. Yes, it was precisely because it was so simple that it became difficult to make.

The simpler and more common the ingredients, the harder it is to cook an outstanding dish.

High-end ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods.

Perhaps we should try a different approach. Since Ah Xing can't learn his methods right away, why not see how the villains do it?

Through less than an hour of observation, Lu Feng discovered that although Zhou Lingfeng had a foul mouth, he was still the head chef and disciple of Master Di, the number one restaurant in Guangdong Province, Yangquan Restaurant.

Ah Xing's skill in making golden fried rice has reached S-level. He is a genius even more talented than Cao Jianjia in reality. I have never heard of a special-grade chef like Zhou Lingfeng in the animation. So, is his technique easier to learn?

The cycle begins again.

After Zhou Lingfeng finished his routine mockery and offered to cook as proof, Lu Feng roared, "Zhou Lingfeng!"

The shout was full of energy, carrying a do-or-die spirit. Zhou Lingfeng was taken aback by the sudden formal address.

"You say I'm incompetent, just some Tom, Dick, and Harry?" Lu Feng spoke quickly. "I don't accept that! Do you think you've done a good job? Then prove it to me!"

He took a deep breath, pointed at Zhou Lingfeng, and said, "You're here accusing us of stealing your skills. You probably think what we make isn't even worthy of carrying your shoes, right? Fine! Talk is cheap! You, Zhou Lingfeng, a disciple of Master Jidi, you must have some skill, right?"

"You make a plate of fried rice! Let us see what you've got, and let us understand why we've been beaten up! Let's see what kind of people come out of Yangquan Restaurant really are!"

Zhou Lingfeng's face turned pale. What did he have to be afraid of? As a disciple of Master Jidi, he naturally had the right to be proud. But this kid was so blatantly provoking him, clearly showing that he was just throwing caution to the wind.

"What? You're too scared?" Lu Feng pressed his advantage, and it was finally my turn to mock him. "So, Zhou Lingfeng, all you can do is talk? Then don't talk about us cats and dogs anymore, after all, all you can do is meow!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Zhou Lingfeng was completely enraged. "Fine, I'll do it! Today I'll show you, you country bumpkin, what real fried rice is! What the heritage of Yangquan Restaurant is all about!"

He shoved Lu Feng aside, walked to the stove, and rolled up his sleeves.

"Watch closely, you bumpkin!" he sneered and began to operate.

Lu Feng's eyes widened immediately, and he started to learn from Zhou Lingfeng! Judging from Zhou Lingfeng's demeanor, although his attitude was arrogant, his every move showed the demeanor of a master.

Unlike Ah Xing, Zhou Lingfeng didn't handle the rice properly. Instead, he poured the leftover rice into a large bowl, stretched out his hands to rub it apart, and made sure that each grain of rice was separated and not stuck together.

After heating the pan, he poured in cold oil. Once the oil sizzled and heated up, he added diced sausage and sautéed it over low heat until the oil and aroma were released. He then set it aside.

Lu Feng noticed that Zhou Lingfeng left some oil in the pot, added scallion whites to sauté until fragrant, and then took them out, only keeping the aroma.

Zhou Lingfeng then turned the heat to medium, poured in the pre-beaten egg mixture, and when the edges of the egg mixture were slightly solidified but the center was still runny, he quickly used chopsticks to break it up, frying it into fine, even egg flowers, and set it aside. This was completely different from A-Xing's method of frying half-cooked egg shreds.

Next comes the main event. Zhou Lingfeng added a little more oil to the pot, poured in the rice, and stir-fried it quickly over high heat.

After coating each grain of rice with oil, pour in the stir-fried egg and diced sausage.

Zhou Lingfeng's eyes were sharp. He gripped the wok handle firmly with his large hand and continued to stir-fry quickly with great force, causing the rice grains to jump around in the wok.

He didn't pursue Ah Xing's perfect, distinct grains of rice, but instead let the rice grains, egg drop soup, and diced sausage mix thoroughly.

Zhou Lingfeng shouted and flicked his wrist, and the golden, oily, fragrant fried rice, garnished with reddish-brown sausage cubes and bright green scallions, landed precisely on the plate.

The rice was dry and fluffy, the egg was finely and evenly cut, and the sausage was glossy. The aroma that wafted over was a direct and forceful assault on the senses of everyone present!

"It smells good, very good." Lu Feng then put away his contempt. This Zhou Lingfeng has probably already firmly entered the peak of the system's A-level, the 4A-level strength. In any restaurant, he would be almost the head chef level.

Lu Feng and A Xing exchanged a glance, picked up their chopsticks, and went forward to taste the food.

Ah Xing savored it carefully and couldn't help but praise, "It truly lives up to its reputation as Cantonese fried rice. The rice is dry and not sticky, the egg is finely broken, and the egg and rice are perfectly balanced. It's seasoned with only a touch of salt, which brings out the aroma of the egg, the rice, and the sausage. Delicious!"

"You guys do have some discernment," Zhou Lingfeng said smugly, raising his chin. "This isn't even my specialty. You haven't tasted Master Jidi's fried rice! That's the real deal—"

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized he was wasting his breath talking to these two kids, so he immediately put on a stern face and said, "Alright, it's your turn."

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Lu Feng sighed and walked towards the stove. "Come on, come on, let the mockery come even more fiercely."

Zhou Lingfeng, watching from the side, was speechless and said, "You're trying to learn how to make my fried rice? I told you to learn from me, but you didn't even get it right."

"I get it! Let's try again!"

"what!"

Just as Zhou Lingfeng was about to make his usual sarcastic remark, he saw Lu Feng walk straight to the stove and start cooking rice on his own.

Zhou Lingfeng stared blankly at Lu Feng as if no one else in the room existed, thinking to himself, "What am I doing? What are you doing? Are you trying to steal my skills and show off in front of everyone?"

once.

"Is this how you cook? You don't even have the basics, and you're just wasting rice!"

twice.

"You think you can eat this? You should learn the most basic technique of making each grain separate."

Three times, four times —

"With your skills, you can only work in a small restaurant for the rest of your life."

I don't know how many times —

"It's alright, so-so, barely edible."

Lu Feng was just about to close his eyes and reopen the app when he heard this, and his heart skipped a beat. He'd passed? At least, he'd gained this cynical guy's minimum approval?

Ah Xing also looked at Lu Feng's plate of fried rice, a hint of surprise and contemplation flashing in his eyes, as if he hadn't expected Lu Feng to make such progress in such a short time.

"Master Jidi has arrived!"

At a shout from Zhou Lingfeng's henchman, everyone in the room turned to look at the door.