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He froze in an instant.

Before him, all he could see was broccoli.

Although one bowl of broccoli looked like it had been coated in flour and fried, it couldn’t change the fact that it was still broccoli.

“What is this? Why does it smell so good?” Sun curiously looked over, “Fried broccoli? And it smells this amazing!”

“Right, it’s fried broccoli. I coated the broccoli with flour and egg, and then fried it twice in olive oil. This is how it turned out.” Jiang Feng said.

Sun could only click his tongue in astonishment, silently admiring Jiang Feng, who, as a chef from a big restaurant, was so meticulous even when cooking broccoli.

Jiang Shoucheng passed Jiang Feng a pair of chopsticks: “Little brother, you eat too!”

He had vain hopes that Jiang Feng would eat more broccoli so that he himself could eat less, thus preserving some stomach space for ordering takeout later.

Jiang Feng took the chopsticks with a slight smile, “Big brother, you eat first. I made it specially for you.”

Jiang Feng was somewhat confident in his cooking skills, yet he knew that whenever he tried a new dish for the first time, nine times out of ten, it was destined to be a disaster.

No matter how fragrant it smelled or how nice it looked, wasn’t his Texas-style chicken just the same? The taste of that dish was something Jiang Feng still couldn’t forget.

The lab rat Jiang Shoucheng reached out with his chopsticks.

He hesitated between the two servings of broccoli but then decisively reached for the crispy one.

He took a bite, and it was crispy.

Because Jiang Feng had coated it twice in egg and fried it twice, the crispy outer layer and fragrant inner part filled Jiang Shoucheng’s mouth without instantly producing the crunchy “crack” that sound so appealing.

“Hey, this is unexpectedly delicious,” Jiang Shoucheng spoke, his mouth full of the unique flavor created by the combination of egg and olive oil.

“I’ll try some too.” Sun couldn’t wait any longer, reaching out with his chopsticks to grab a piece of the crispy broccoli.

“My goodness, this is way too delicious. Is this really just fried broccoli?” Sun’s expression now resembled that of Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, as if he had never before tasted Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon, Sweet and Sour Yam, braised chicken, beer duck, or any other dish Jiang Feng had made.

“Is it that delicious?” Xu got interested and stealthily moved next to Jiang Shoucheng, quickly and decisively reaching for a piece of the crispy broccoli in the bowl.

Xu too was immersed in the crisp and tender broccoli.

“Zhou, do you want to try some too?” Jiang Shoucheng warmly invited.

Zhou also came over with his chopsticks, very cautiously taking a small piece.

After one bite, Zhou was even more determined to save up money to take his girlfriend and parents to dine at Taifeng Building.

“Crack.”

“Crack, crack.”

For a moment, everyone was silent, and the only sound was the crackling of crispy broccoli.

Jiang Feng found their reactions so intense and exaggeratedly strange; he recalled that they did not react this way last time when they ate Sweet and Sour Yam, which, after all, was his signature dish and claim to fame.

Could it be that he had an exceptional talent for making crispy broccoli?

Jiang Feng reached out with his chopsticks.

He picked a piece that was evenly coated in egg and perfectly fried.

He took a bite.

“Crack.”

Jiang Feng was enraptured.

For the first time, he felt sincerely that his cooking skills were truly exquisite.

If he hadn’t made and brought the crispy broccoli himself, he would have doubted whether it was switched by someone else along the way.

How could his own crispy broccoli taste so good?

It was beyond words delicious!

As delicious as his Sweet and Sour Yam!

It was just that he had made Sweet and Sour Yam so often and eaten it so much that it no longer made a big impression on him, whereas this was the first time he had made and tasted broccoli like this, so it seemed especially delicious.

As Jiang Shoucheng devoured the crispy broccoli, he suddenly remembered the words Jiang Zaidi had said to him some days before.

“Little brother has the most culinary talent among all of us; Taifeng Building will rely on our little brother in the future, and our Jiang family’s culinary heritage too. That’s why we brothers need to work hard to earn money and buy houses in the same community, preferably as neighbors or at least in the same building, so we can look out for each other during meals.”

Earn money well!

A fighting spirit ignited in Jiang Shoucheng’s heart.

He was determined to earn money well and aimed to pay off his mortgage before the age of 45, striving for awards, honors, advancements, and reaching the pinnacle of life!

Jiang Shoucheng channeled his enthusiasm for his work into his appetite for broccoli, eating it with the zest one would for braised meat.

“Big brother, you can try this bowl too. This is broccoli mixed with butter,” Jiang Feng suggested.

Jiang Shoucheng stuffed his mouth full of crispy broccoli, unable to speak and could only continuously nod, stretching his chopsticks towards the buttered broccoli.

Oil and fat symbolize mankind’s primal craving for meat.

In a famous Japanese drama, there once appeared a dish of rice mixed with butter. A small cube of butter placed on hot steaming rice, melted by the heat of the rice, and with just a little soy sauce added, it was enough to make an adult forget all worries.

The buttered broccoli made by Jiang Feng was even more enticing than the buttered rice.

The broccoli, blanched to fifty percent done, oozed with succulence. The subsequent stir-frying with butter did not alter its texture or color, and its crispness was even more refreshing than diced radish and tender lotus root.

The aroma of butter, the crispness of broccoli, their wonderful combination plus a touch of salt and pepper seasoning, light yet rich, could definitely be considered a delicacy.

Jiang Shoucheng was already intoxicated in the sea of broccoli.

He had never imagined broccoli could be made so delicious, and both styles of the broccoli dishes were equally delectable.

How could there be broccoli this delicious in the world!

It shouldn’t be said that broccoli could be made this tasty!

Eating and eating, Jiang Shoucheng couldn’t help but feel a bit of regret. His little brother managed to make the plain and tasteless broccoli so flavorful, if he had made a meat dish today, what would that taste like.

“Little brother, I think your cooking skills have grown again,” Jiang Shoucheng started flattering.

“Your level is almost catching up to Third Uncle!” His genuine, convincing tone.

Jiang Feng himself also felt his cooking skills had grown.

“What are you eating?” Director Zhong and Dr. Lu, who had just returned from a meeting, saw everyone gathered together with a delicious smell wafting through the air.

“Broccoli, Mr. Zhong, Dr. Lu, the broccoli my little brother made is delicious!” Jiang Shoucheng said.

Zhou, Sun, and Xu, who were originally hanging around the two big bowls of broccoli to scrounge for food, stepped aside to make way for Director Zhong and Dr. Lu.

“Broccoli is good, high in vitamin C and mineral content, contains sulforaphane and ascorbic acid, and it’s a high-fiber vegetable that can lower blood sugar. You guys stay up late and have irregular meals, never wanting to eat in the cafeteria, always ordering greasy, sugary takeout, eating more broccoli is good for your health,” Director Zhong said with a smile.

That was until he saw the two bowls of broccoli in front of him.

Deep-fried broccoli, it seemed anything but healthy.

“You guys,” Director Zhong said, shaking his head with resignation.

As Director Zhong’s direct disciple, Xu diligently passed over the chopsticks to his teacher and didn’t forget to grab a pair for Dr. Lu as well, all disposable ones, left over from ordering takeout.

Dr. Lu picked up a piece with his chopsticks.

After it entered his mouth, he was left speechless for a long time.

“Mr. Zhong, although this deep-fried broccoli isn’t healthy, it’s delicious,” Dr. Lu said with a smile.

Director Zhong was left speechless.

Director Zhong couldn’t help but shake his head; he was older now and couldn’t eat these fried foods, it would be too much for his body to handle.

However, broccoli is healthy food, eating a little more wouldn’t be a problem.

Director Zhong reached out with his chopsticks for the crispy broccoli.

“Ding, gained 573 experience points.”

“Ding, gained 666 experience points.”

“Ding, gained 605 experience points.”

“Ding, …”

Jiang Feng, listening to the continuous notification sounds in his mind, thought the group of white-coated angels in front of him were becoming cuter and cuter. They had eaten his cooking more than once, and they were still so generous with their experience points, even more generous than the first time.

Wait, how could they be more generous than the first time.

Jiang Feng seemed to realize something.

“Big brother, where’s the bathroom?” Jiang Feng asked.

“Go straight ahead and turn right, then at the very end turn left,” Jiang Shoucheng said indistinctly, his mouth full of broccoli, gesturing to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng slipped into the bathroom again and opened the attribute panel.

Name: Jiang Feng

Level: 22 (180921/22w)

Knife Skills (Master Level): Your knife skills have reached the level of a top chef. (Proficiency: 379999/100w)

Fire Control (Master Level): Your fire control has reached the level of a top chef. (Proficiency: 7/100w)

Seasoning (Master Level): Your seasoning has reached the level of a top chef. (Proficiency: 354/100w)

…

Indeed, the reason his buttered broccoli and crispy broccoli were exceptionally delicious was not because he had an extraordinary talent for this ingredient but because his fire control and seasoning had leveled up to master level.

Master level in fire control and seasoning, indeed terrifying.