3 Cucumber Salad (1/2)

After learning how he could gain experience, Jiang Feng began to aim to become a chef.

But the kitchen was Jiang Jiankang's territory. He was the king in the kitchen. The knives, the woks, the cutting board, the gas, all of those were his loyal servants. There was no way Jiang Feng could take over it.

A whole morning had passed, Jiang Feng finally found a chance to cook up a bowl of seaweed soup. He was lucky that Jiang Jiankang was too busy and handed the task to him.

The restaurant closed around 10 at night. Just like always, Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian stayed to clean the kitchen and chased Jiang Feng back home.

Jiang Feng took two sticks of cucumbers with him before he left.

Jiang Feng wasn't happy with what the system called his cucumber salad. He has been making that exact dish for Chen Xiuxiu ever since they were young. He thought that after practicing that dish for more than 10 years, it would at least have a rating of perfect or one-of-a-kind.

The amount of cucumber that Chen Xiuxiu had eaten would've been enough to wipe out a whole garden of cucumbers.

Jiang Feng returned to his home and stared at the two cucumbers in the kitchen.

One was thick and long, the other was thin and short. Scratches could be seen on the skins, a result of Wang Xiulian excess scrubbing.

Cucumber salad… How should I break them? (1)

Jiang Feng had smashed a lot of cucumbers in his life, none of them managed to survive his skill.

Should I do it like how those martial artists do in novels? I'll use my ki to check the structures of the cucumber first. Then I'll get my treasured knife and smashed it with the back of it…

Jiang Feng stopped thinking right there. It was pure fiction, and he could not continue the story any further.

He then raised his cleaver and smashed the cucumbers.

There wasn't any aroma that seeped out from the cucumbers, nor lights flashed when he broke them.

He poured over some vinegar and a few drops of chili oil over the plated vegetables. In just a few seconds, two plates of cucumber salad were done.

The vinegar was made by Jiang Jiankang, and the chili oil was made by Jiang Feng.

[A plain and ordinary Cucumber Salad]

[A plate of Cucumber Salad with excess vinegar]

”…”

Jiang Feng had no idea why he could still see the pop-ups in his home, but he wasn't pleased with what they said.

10 minutes later, Jiang Feng took the plate with too much vinegar to his neighbor.

Five minutes before that, Wang Xiulian returned and saw Jiang Feng making the dishes. He got scolded by her because making such a dish at night was a waste of food. He was instructed to finish one plate and give the other to Chen Xiuxiu.

”Xiuxiu loves this, right? She would even lick the plate clean when she was younger.”

Wang Xiulian shouted as Jiang Feng left. Jiang Feng was worried that with how loud his mother was, Chen Xiuxiu would've heard what she said.

When Chen Xiuxiu opened the door and saw Jiang Feng with a plate of Cucumber Salad, she was stunned.

”Want some?” Jiang Feng asked, which was something he used to ask Chen Xiuxiu quite often.

”Yes,” Chen Xiuxiu nodded without thinking.

Chen Duxiu wasn't at home, which was normal. As long as Jiang Feng could remember, Chen Duxiu was always sent abroad to work every two or three days.

Jiang Feng placed the plate on the dining table. A bowl of plain cold congee could be seen under the dish cover with no side dishes.

The congee did not look appealing. It seemed like there were some burnt bits too.

”You haven't had dinner yet?” Jiang Feng asked.

”I'm not hungry,” Chen Xiuxiu replied.

Looking at how Chen Xiuxiu was starving herself, Jiang Feng did not say anything and went into the kitchen.

Compared to the kitchen in his home, which was almost as good as a kitchen in a restaurant, Chen Xiuxiu's kitchen was far simpler. There were two knives on the rack, a cracked chopping board, a wok, a bottle of oil, and a small jar of salt. There weren't any other spices in the kitchen he could use.

”Are you going to cook?” Chen Xiuxiu smiled and did not stop Jiang Feng. ”There's nothing here except for a bag of rice and some powdered meals.”