9 Secret Ques (1/2)

When Jiang Jiankang returned from work and saw the warm congee in the kitchen, his expression darkened immediately.

Ever since his son started to cook, he was both in pain but happy at the same time. This was due to Jiang Feng not having any interest in cooking in the past. The only time that Jiang Feng had any decent training was before the ninth grade. There was once a time where Jiang Jiankang gave up counting on his son to continue the tradition of the Jiang family.

But Jiang Feng's sudden interest in making congee made him find new hope.

But… why congee?

Jiang Jiankang asked himself. He couldn't see his son, a member of the Jiang family, having congee as his signature dish.

Jiang Jiankang has been eating congee as dinner for the past few days. It felt like he had chucked down a lifetime's worth of congees into his gut.

After taking a sniff, Jiang Jiankang could tell it was minced pork congee with preserved egg.

At least there's meat in it.

Jiang Jiankang sighed and scooped a bowl for himself.

Times were different. Now that they were in debt, they would have to cut down expenses to pay the debt off.

Wait… This taste…

Jiang Jiankang exclaimed as his eyes shot wide open.

This… this is as good as big bro's food.

Even though the flame was too high when Jiang Feng made the congee, the ratio of all the ingredients was on point. Jiang Jiankang could tell that it was made through experience and not from some random recipe found online.

There was a hierarchy system for cooking skills in the Jiang family. Jiang Weiguo was at the top of the hierarchy, with Jiang Jiankang following behind him. Jiang Feng's four other uncles were on the third level. As for Jiang Feng, he was on the fourth. All his nephews and nieces didn't even have the right to be on the ranks.

Yet, the congee that Jiang Feng made today pushed him up a level. He was now on par with Jiang Jianguo, who was the worst cook amongst the siblings.

He finally made it!

Jiang Jiankang couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

”Son!” Jiang Jiankang called for his son as he ran towards Jiang Feng's room.

Jiang Feng was lying on his bed with the system screen on. When Jiang Jiankang suddenly burst the door open, he almost fell from his bed.

”I'm going to teach you to cook!” Jiang Jiankang announced. All he wanted at that moment was to teach all he knew to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng looked at his dad with a big question mark over his head.

What the hell, dad? It's 11 pm now!

Jiang Feng then spent the next few minutes persuading his dad to have his dinner first. He didn't even have the chance to turn the screen off, and it was making him dizzy.

Jiang Jiankang gulped down the whole pot of congee while smiling the whole time. The commotion managed to attract Wang Xiulian's attention even though she had a night mask on.

Even though it was the biggest night mask on the market, Wang Xiulian still had to squeeze her face to try and fit into it.

Wang Xiulian frowned and asked, ”What's wrong with your dad now?”

”He said he wants to teach me how to cook,” Jiang Feng replied.

Wang Xiulian sighed and patted Jiang Feng on his head. But the pats from her were strong enough to make Jiang Feng dizzy.

”With the sudden debt we owe now, your dad has his own worries. You should just stop cooking congee. Look at how much weight your dad has lost.”

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Jiankang. His body was still huge, and his chin was big enough to touch the top of his chest.

Jiang Feng then noticed he could see a small portion of Jiang Jiankang's neck showing.

Jiang Feng couldn't help but nod at how hard his dad's life was.

”You're right, mom. Don't worry. I've asked my friend to help advertise our new shop.”

”Now, that's my son!” Wang Xiulian laughed and went back to her bedroom.