Start the liver experience with push-ups

In the narrow, dim stairwell.

Fang Cheng carried a gas tank in one hand, nimbly ascending the stairs.

Zhou Xiumei clasped her hands in front of her, head bowed, carrying two bags behind him.

Inside were Fang Cheng's changed clothes, as well as still-warm buns and soybean milk.

Carrying a gas tank up to the ninth floor was still a relatively easy task.

The amount of exercise was far less than doing a hundred push-ups in a row, so there was no need to rest.

However, recalling a month ago, he still needed to carry it upstairs, resting for half a minute every floor.

The current him has undoubtedly improved too much.

Perhaps feeling that there were too few words between them, Zhou Xiumei muttered to herself:

"That big brother just now was really greedy, asking for twice the usual price, clearly not wanting to earn money even when he could..."

Fang Cheng looked back at her and smiled:

"Businessmen are all so shrewd, he was sure you couldn't carry it up."

Zhou Xiumei also smiled slightly, but unconsciously shifted her gaze.

Ever since that night, after helping Fang Cheng apply the medicinal ointment on his back.

Zhou Xiumei felt somewhat uneasy every time they met.

Soon, they reached the 9th floor.

Zhou Xiumei forcefully pushed open the half-open iron gate.

A hoarse and weak voice came from inside the house.

"Xiumei, the gas is delivered?"

"Brother Cheng helped bring it up."

Zhou Xiumei went in first, quickly squatted down, and handed Fang Cheng a pair of slippers.

"Grandma Zhou."

Fang Cheng followed in, changing his shoes as he greeted.

Grandma Zhou had a kind face, nodded with a smile, but her ears seemed a little hard of hearing.

There was no one else in the house, Uncle Zhou was probably at the police station handling a case, Aunt He and Zhou Xiumei's younger brother seemed to have gone out.

Fang Cheng didn't ask much, carrying the gas tank, he walked into the kitchen.

It took him a minute or two to reconnect the pipe and tighten the valve.

"Brother Cheng, have some water, I added honey..."

Zhou Xiumei carefully held a glass of boiled water in both hands and walked over.

"No need, I'm boiling pork rib soup at my place, I have to go back and take care of it."

Fang Cheng waved his hand to decline, then asked: "By the way, where are my bags?"

Zhou Xiumei's cheeks flushed when she heard this, and she responded softly:

"I've already soaked your clothes in water..."

Fang Cheng couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this.

"Anyway... I was just about to do laundry, so I just washed them for you too."

She bit her lip and added an explanation.

Fang Cheng had no choice but to take the bag containing breakfast:

"Then... thank you."

Zhou Xiumei lowered her head and made a soft 'hmm' sound.

A shy blush slowly spread across her cheeks, even the tips of her ears turned red.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Fang Cheng changed the subject and politely invited:

"I've prepared a lot of dishes over there, how about you and Grandma not cook at noon and come eat together?"

Zhou Xiumei hurriedly shook her head when she heard this.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly.

You don't believe my cooking skills, do you?

Returning home, he took out the key and opened the door.

Suddenly, a slightly pungent burnt smell wafted over.

Fang Cheng sniffed with his nose, his expression changed instantly:

"Damn it, I cooked it for too long!"

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In the kitchen, oily smoke rose in wisps.

The gas stove spewed out faint blue flames, licking the bottom of the pot, the oil temperature was moderate.

Chop chop chop chop — —

The chopped garlic sprouts and chicken breast were poured into the pot, instantly bursting out with sizzling sounds.

Fang Cheng shook the pot handle with his wrist strength, allowing the meat and vegetables to roll quickly in the hot oil, trying to stir-fry evenly.

Soon, a fresh and delicious stir-fried chicken breast with garlic sprouts was ready.

At the same time as it was placed on the plate, a panel prompt message immediately appeared.

[You skillfully flipped the wok, completed a qualified stir-fry, cooking experience + 1]

Fang Cheng's mouth turned up, quite admiring his own craftsmanship.

"Flipping the wok" can be said to be the most basic and most important skill for a Xia country chef, extremely testing the flexibility and stability of the wrist.

Based on this trick alone, going out to apply for a chef, claiming to be an excellent graduate of Lanxiang, shouldn't be too much, right?

[Cooking lv0 (96 / 100)]

Looking at the progress bar displayed on the panel, Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

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This skill, which belongs to the life skill category, was unknowingly about to level up.

Since unintentionally unlocking "Cooking" while cooking, he had not specifically learned any recipes or practiced knife skills.

In the beginning, just stir-frying rice and frying an egg, daily experience soared upwards.

With each point of experience increasing, the skills of stir-frying and cutting vegetables became more and more skilled, and the feeling of controlling the heat also became more and more precise.

It's just that after the progress bar exceeded 50 points, similar to other skills, the rate of experience growth gradually slowed down.

The panel gives comments and scores on each dish he completes.

As little as 0 points, as much as 1 point.

This carefully prepared sumptuous meal in front of him only increased by 1 point of experience.

Fang Cheng took a look.

Three dishes and a soup, with meat and vegetables, the presentation is actually quite good.

Except for that "soup" that turned into a few pieces of somewhat burnt ribs, at least they could all be eaten, right?

"It's okay."

Fang Cheng shook his head and smiled slightly, he is in a very good mood now.

Anyway, he has to cook for himself every day, and skill upgrades are a natural thing.

Holding the stir-fried chicken breast, scooping a large bowl of rice, Fang Cheng sat down at the dining table.

Then he turned on the TV, and in the background sound of the midday news, he buried himself in eating heartily.

Although he is in the middle of fitness, he still prefers to eat stir-fried dishes with a lot of flavor.

Especially recently, the amount of training has been high, and his appetite has increased a lot, almost four or five times what it was when he didn't start fitness.

If he only eats those clear and bland foods, his body can withstand it, but his stomach can't.

Fang Cheng is pursuing muscle gain, not weight loss.

At least, he has to ensure a certain amount of oil and salt intake from stir-fried dishes every day.

"According to our station, after the joint efforts of various departments in the city and the National Gendarmerie, organizing rescue, the fire in Xishan has been completely extinguished, the explosion hazards have been eliminated in time, and relevant personnel have received effective rescue..."

"Starting from 18:00 today, the alert status in Xiguan District will be gradually lifted, with only some areas of Xishan remaining under long-term lockdown. For safety reasons, please pay attention to the general public..."

The news anchor's pleasant voice echoed in the room.

Fang Cheng raised his head, his mouth chewing on minced meat.

Looking at the screen, the image of Xishan, which seemed to have returned to a peaceful scene, appeared.

After staring for a while, after simply understanding the information, he added a second bowl of rice, sweeping away the remaining chicken breast and other dishes.

Finally, when he added the fourth bowl, there were only a few remnants of the three dishes left.

Fang Cheng looked at the only remaining "rib soup".

After thinking about it, he felt that he couldn't waste food, so he picked a piece of rib that looked okay and put it in his mouth.

Although the rib soup was cooked into the appearance of fried ribs.

But it seems to have a different flavor when eaten.

Fang Cheng carefully tasted and swallowed slowly, finally managing to gnaw a piece of rib clean.

Suddenly, the panel in front of him lit up.

Several prompt messages actually appeared.

[You have practiced your skills to a certain level, able to endure food that ordinary people cannot endure, and understand that any ingredient has its value]

[Unlocked skill: Gourmet lv0 (0 / 100)]

"What does this mean?"

Fang Cheng's mouth, containing rice, couldn't help but open slightly, and didn't close for a long time.