The Game of Life-Chapter 678 - 676: Grandmaster Level

Chapter 678: Chapter 676: Grandmaster Level

In the kitchen, Jiang Feng was working on a fish head.

Chopped pepper fish head isn’t overly difficult in terms of knife skills, but it has its intricacies with seasoning and fire control. The hardest part comes last, just before serving—dousing it with a spoonful of hot oil—at least, that’s how Jiang Weiming’s version goes.

The days of grinding for proficiency and practicing stock had instilled in Jiang Feng a good habit of focusing when cooking; as long as no one tapped or called him loudly, he would hardly notice anything but the ingredients.

Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo were standing at the doorway watching him.

The old man was long-sighted and also suffered from presbyopia, unable to see things up close without glasses, but he could see objects from a distance very clearly. This way, the two elders could watch from afar without disturbing Jiang Feng and yet see everything in detail.

They had a clear view of Jiang Feng’s true form in cooking.

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“He’s more focused and meticulous than before, is that what you meant, third brother?” Sir was an impatient man and felt he had grasped the situation after a few minutes.

Jiang Weiming shook his head helplessly: “Keep watching a bit longer.”

Sir had no choice but to continue observing Jiang Feng cleans the fish scales, prepare, put it into the pot, season, steam, and finally, serve and pour the oil.

Sir said he couldn’t see anything special.

It was a very normal way of making chopped pepper fish head, very smooth, even excellent. The knifework, fire control, and seasoning were all flawless, the dish was executed superbly, especially that last spoonful of oil, poured just right from the mouth of the fish—not a drop too much or too little.

“Is there a problem?” Sir was genuinely puzzled; perhaps he was truly aging and not as sharp as he used to be— the dish was done, and he couldn’t figure out what was the matter.

“That’s just it, there are no problems,” smiled Jiang Weiming, his face beaming ever since he stepped into the kitchen.

Jiang Weiguo: ???

No problems counted as a problem? No problems should be good…

It finally dawned on Jiang Weiguo as he turned to look at his good-for-nothing grandson, who was blissfully admiring the chopped pepper fish head in front of him with a dopey expression.

There seemed to be a bit of a problem.

“Feng…”

“His fire control is already good enough to graduate,” Jiang Weiming said, his face filled with gratification, “You’re a bit slow on the uptake. You should have realized it with that plate of eels just now. Feng’s mastery of fire control has truly improved these past days. As expected, Master Peng’s teaching is effective.”

Jiang Feng had been learning stock from Peng Changping for so long, focusing on mastering fire control, he hadn’t even gotten to seasoning yet.

Jiang Weiguo dared not speak, he began to seriously reflect on whether the issue was with his five sons or with himself, seeing none of them had learned properly.

Jiang Feng was still looking at the chopped pepper fish head with a delighted, dopey expression.

[Chopped Pepper Fish Head Grade A]

While admiring the Grade A chopped pepper fish head in front of him, Jiang Feng was secretly praising himself in his heart.

At the moment the oil was poured, Jiang Feng heard the familiar game notification sound and realized that without knowing it, he was close to completing that long-overdue main quest.

The progress for his main quest “Improve Yourself” was now (8/10). As long as Jiang Feng maintained the state which he didn’t know why always led to a Grade A, completing the quest was just a matter of time.

How does that saying go? Grade A comes too fast like a tornado; you can’t escape from the storm…

Thinking this, Jiang Feng almost burst out singing.

When Jiang Feng came back to his senses and was ready to serve the Grade A chopped pepper fish head, he turned around and saw the two elders still standing at the kitchen door.

Jiang Weiming wore a smile, as warm as the blooming wintersweets in a park, exuding kindness everywhere.

Jiang Weiguo had a stern look, his expression like a shocking and sudden thunderbolt on a winter day, pounding everywhere.

But it seemed that he wasn’t intending to pound him.

Jiang Feng was startled, his joy fading.

“Grand… Grandpa.” Jiang Feng was uncertain whether Sir was planning to pound him or not.

Of course not, Sir wanted to pound himself.

Coming back to his senses, Jiang Weiguo’s face softened considerably, and he said: “I saw the chopped pepper fish head you just made, and your granduncle did as well. It was very good; you’ve improved a lot and did not disappoint me or your granduncle.”

Jiang Feng: ???

Is this really my grandfather?

Seeing Jiang Feng’s expression, Jiang Weiguo thought perhaps verbal praise wasn’t enough, so he added: “Tomorrow, I’ll make you Jing’s pork trotters.”

Jiang Feng was stunned.

Sir saw that Jiang Feng still had no reaction, and thought that a pig’s trotter as a reward wasn’t enough. Indeed, his grandson had made such astonishing progress—his fire control had reached a level where he could become a teacher in his own right—so a mere pig’s trotter really wasn’t presentable.

Sir continued, “I’ll also make you a roast goose and a scallion-braised sea cucumber.”

Jiang Feng was completely stupefied.

Sir: ???

That’s still not enough???

Sir thought about it and felt maybe it was indeed insufficient. These dishes were minor and not impressive. It was fine to fool his grandson in past years, but Jiang Feng had eaten at the Swallow-wing Feast; these dishes simply wouldn’t cut it anymore.

After giving it some serious thought and taking his own actual skill level into account, Sir pulled out his trump card: “How about this, right now, the raw ingredients aren’t complete. I need to prepare for about ten days. Next week… next week, I’ll make you a pot of Buddhas Jumping Over the Wall, and you can have a good feast.”

Jiang Feng…

Jiang Feng had lost the ability to think.

He felt like he must be dreaming, and such a pleasant dream at that. Previously in his dreams, he would be eating hot pot and die from the spiciness, but now his dream was quite high-end, featuring Buddhas Jumping Over the Wall.

Sir: ?

Buddhas Jumping Over the Wall is not good enough?

“I remember last year, or perhaps the year before, you wanted to make or eat the clear-soup willow leaf swallow dish. I’ll add that clear-soup willow leaf swallow dish for you.” Sir felt he couldn’t offer anymore; he wouldn’t know how to make it even if he offered more. Having said that, he left straight away.

Jiang Feng:

If this is a dream, then it’s far too, too incredibly fantastical.

“Feng, your grandpa isn’t angry. It’s just that he’s a bit embarrassed,” Jiang Weiming helped explain.

With this explanation, Jiang Feng regained his ability to think properly, and he asked with a confused expression, “Granduncle Weiming, what… what made grandpa suddenly… suddenly decide to make me so many good dishes?”

“Him?” Jiang Weiming smiled without speaking, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and walked over to the freshly-cooked chopped pepper fish head. He picked up a piece of the succulent fish meat, still steaming and barely touched by the peppers, and savored it in his mouth.

After a long time, the piece of meat might have been chewed for two minutes—so long that Jiang Feng started to wonder if the fish’s head had mutated, making it so tough to chew—Jiang Weiming finally swallowed the meat.

“Your grandpa is happy for you. He probably thinks there’s nothing more we can teach you about fire control,” Jiang Weiming put down the chopsticks. “Take it as a reward from him for this incident.”

Jiang Feng felt his breath hitch, instantly understanding something. The sudden surprise left him a bit flustered and excited.

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“Granduncle Weiming, I… I… I need to go to the restroom for a bit.”

Having said this, Jiang Feng dashed toward the second-floor restroom.

Jiang Weiming: …

This kid Feng still has that habit of running to the restroom when anything happens. Seems like he really needs to get checked out at the hospital.

Jiang Feng rushed into the second-floor restroom as fast as he could, opening, closing, and locking the door in one fluid motion, as proficient as if he were a frequent visitor. With an excited heart and trembling hands, Jiang Feng opened his player’s attribute panel.

Player Name: Jiang Feng

Level: 34 (309981/340000)

Skills:

Appraisal (High Level): You can obtain all the information you desire.

Cooking Porridge (High Level): Your congee-cooking skills have surpassed the vast majority of chefs. (91111/100000)

Noodle pulling (Intermediate Level): The noodles you pull are edible. (5413/10000)

Knife Skills (Master Level): Your knifework has reached the level of top chefs. (989774/1 million)

Fire Control (Grandmaster Level): Your fire control skills are comparable to those of a grandmaster, reaching the very top of the pyramid. (1142/10 million)

Seasoning (Master Level): Your seasoning skills have reached the level of top chefs. (946328/1 million)

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Evaluation: A chef capable of “Transmit and Instruct.”

Jiang Feng: !!!

Fire Control.

Grandmaster Level!