Wang Yue fell into contemplation upon seeing the Good Luck Card and Bad Luck Card.
As the names suggested, these were likely items that could bring good or bad fortune to people.
He wondered about the extent of their effects.
However, considering the principle that "products from the system are always top-notch,"
Wang Yue felt there was great potential.
"In the future, if I want to mess with someone, I'll just give them a Bad Luck Card,"
Wang Yue thought.
Then there was this new milk tea recipe that could also be implemented. Shuixing Ji (Water Mercury) had already cultivated a large following of loyal fans.
But relying on only one signature drink wouldn't do.
It was time to launch a second blockbuster milk tea.
However, before that, Wang Yue still wanted to test his divine culinary skills.
It was just past five in the afternoon, and his parents would likely be home soon.
Wang Yue opened the refrigerator to check. There weren't many dishes inside.
He inventoried the ingredients and decided to make Yu Xiang Rou Si (shredded pork with chili sauce), Mapo Tofu, and a Tomato Egg Drop Soup.
After preparing the ingredients, Wang Yue went to the kitchen.
He first skillfully washed the vegetables.
Then he began to chop them.
As is well known, a chef's skill can be judged by their knife work.
In the past, when Wang Yue tried to make shredded pork with potatoes, he ended up cutting the potatoes into strips.
"Dada da..."
Empowered by his divine culinary skills, Wang Yue was like a kitchen god possessing him.
His chopping was incredibly smooth.
In just five minutes, he had prepared all the ingredients needed for the dishes.
Next was the stir-frying.
He stir-fried directly over high heat, every detail precise, seasonings measured to the gram with a casual flick of his wrist.
If someone were watching, they would find Wang Yue cooking to be a visual feast.
In less than twenty minutes, Wang Yue had completed two dishes and one soup.
Yu Xiang Rou Si, Mapo Tofu, and Tomato Egg Drop Soup.
The presentation rivaled that of "A Bite of China."
Wang Yue couldn't wait. He picked up his chopsticks and took a spoonful.
Then he closed his eyes in enjoyment.
A magical flavor exploded on his taste buds. These were simple home-style dishes, yet Wang Yue had imbued them with a different soul.
Wang Yue dared to say that if anyone tasted this flavor, they wouldn't find it expensive even if he charged eight hundred yuan per dish in a restaurant.
Wang Jianguo and Pan Huiying returned.
As soon as they entered, they saw Wang Yue placing the dishes on the table.
"What smells so good?"
Pan Huiying sniffed and asked.
"Dad, Mom, come and try the food I made!"
Wang Yue smiled and called out.
"Son, when did you learn to cook?"
Wang Jianguo was very surprised.
He walked closer and was even more shocked upon seeing the dishes: "Wife, look, this looks much better than yours."
"What's the use of looking good? Taste is what matters."
Pan Huiying gave Wang Jianguo a glare.
Then she subconsciously swallowed.
Regardless of whether the food tasted good, the presentation and aroma were exceptional.
Wang Yue took three sets of bowls and chopsticks and placed them on the table: "Try it!"
"This old woman will try your son's skills."
Pan Huiying picked up a bite of Yu Xiang Rou Si.
Upon tasting it, her eyes instantly widened. The flavor was absolutely divine!
She couldn't find words to describe it, but this taste was far superior to any stir-fried dish she had eaten in restaurants.
"You try it quickly."
Pan Huiying said to Wang Jianguo.
After tasting a bite, Wang Jianguo was directly shocked: "Holy crap! This is too delicious."
Then the two of them began to eat with gusto.
They didn't even bother to talk.
Before long, the plates were empty.
Wang Jianguo let out a satisfied burp. He hadn't eaten so much in a long time.
Actually, his appetite had declined with age, but Wang Yue's cooking was too delicious; he couldn't resist.
"Son, with your cooking skills, you could teach a class at the New Oriental."
Wang Jianguo said with a smile.
"When did you learn this? I didn't even know."
Pan Huiying rubbed her belly: "I haven't eaten so full in a long time."
"Hehe, I learned it in secret. Surprised you, didn't I?"
Wang Yue said with a smile.
The feeling of accomplishment from having his cooking praised was incomparable.
Then the elderly couple had a bowl of soup. Even the simple Tomato Egg Drop Soup was incredibly savory.
"I've left some dishes outside. I'll heat them up and eat them when brother gets back."
Wang Yue said.
...
In the evening, after tasting Wang Yue's cooking, Wang Hu was also greatly surprised.
He suggested that Wang Yue should be in charge of cooking from now on, so the family could enjoy good food.
Wang Yue had no objections. After all, he could now cook extremely quickly.
He was much faster than Pan Huiying, who had been cooking for decades, and more importantly, his food was delicious.
In Wang Yue's mind, there were still tens of thousands of dishes he wanted to try.
Now, he had another path for his future. If he went bankrupt, opening a restaurant would also be extremely popular.
That night, lying in bed, Wang Yue received a call from an unknown number.
The number appeared to be from their small city.
"Hello? Who is this?"
Wang Yue asked after answering the phone.
A voice with a distinctly cool and clear tone came from the other end.
"It's me, Shen Musi."
Shen Musi's stunning face instantly appeared in Wang Yue's mind.
He scratched his head and asked, "How did you get my number?"
"I asked the teacher for it."
Shen Musi said.
"Is there something you need?"
Wang Yue asked.
"Have you been practicing your calligraphy diligently recently?"
Shen Musi asked.
"I don't think I've touched it much lately. What's wrong?"
Wang Yue replied.
Shen Musi was silent for a moment before saying, "Have you forgotten that you're going to participate in the city's calligraphy competition?"
This reminder from Shen Musi made Wang Yue remember. Yes, there was such a thing. It seemed to be next Wednesday.
"Oh, I remember now."
Wang Yue said.
"Your talent for calligraphy is so high, you can't let it go to waste. If you practice diligently, becoming a calligraphy master in the future is not impossible."
Shen Musi said.
She had asked her grandfather.
Her grandfather said that the copy of the "Lanting Xu" that Wang Yue wrote already possessed a divine charm, just a tiny bit away from touching the realm of a master. His skill level was likely at the peak of the Master level.
Her grandfather was also shocked by such a young master.
After all, he had been practicing calligraphy for fifty to sixty years and had only now reached the peak Master level.
People truly were different.
At the same time, Shen Musi's grandfather told her that to reach Wang Yue's level, she would likely need another twenty to thirty years.
This made Shen Musi fully recognize the gap between them.