Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1554 - 746:
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"Tap-tap-tap-tap—"
The sound of the kitchen knife hitting the cutting board was crisp and frequent.
Fang Cheng raised and lowered the knife, transforming a few pieces of ginger and green peppers into thin, even slices almost instantly, with a precision that seemed robotic.
He deftly flipped the pan in his hand, as the flames leapt up, enveloping the ingredients and releasing a tempting aroma of char.
"Creak—"
The door to the resting area suddenly opened.
Big Hammer walked out, wearing a loose gray vest and slippers, yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes.
Intending to grab a bottle of cold soda from the fridge, he froze on the spot as soon as he stepped forward, struck by the noise from the kitchen.
Big Hammer’s mouth gaped open as he stared dazedly at the scene before him.
Their Chairman Fang, known for his monstrous strength and ability to collapse walls with a wave of his hand, was now skillfully wielding a spatula, exuding a... homey good-man vibe?
Beside him on the left, the usually aloof and elegant President Lin was carefully holding a dish, gazing tenderly as she handed over seasonings.
To the right stood a fresh and vibrant student girl, whispering to the chairman as she handed over some washed spring onion segments.
Big Hammer’s mind momentarily froze.
What was going on?
Since when did the high-and-mighty General Manager Lin act like a little wife?
And who was that pure-looking girl? Could she be President Lin’s rival?!
Was the chairman enjoying being surrounded by two beauties?
"Sizzle..."
At that moment, Fang Cheng gave a powerful stir-fry, pouring in dark soy sauce and aromatic vinegar.
A rich aroma of scallion beef instantly filled the air, mixing with the fiery scent of hot oil, rushing towards the door.
Unprepared, Big Hammer’s nose suddenly itched:
"Achoo—"
The loud sneeze shattered the harmony in the kitchen.
Lin Chuqiao turned her head, brushing aside some loose hair, smiling lightly as she greeted:
"Big Hammer, you’re awake? Perfect timing, we’ve prepared utensils for you, Brother Cheng is cooking himself."
Fang Cheng also turned his head, still holding the spatula:
"You’re up quite early, Big Hammer. Join us for lunch later."
Big Hammer looked at the spatula in Fang Cheng’s hand, then at Lin Chuqiao’s subtle smile, and finally at Zhou Xiumei’s curious gaze.
A survival instinct flooded his mind.
Stepping into this chaotic scene... if he dared to sit down for this meal, he might get overwhelmed by the underlying tension before even lifting his chopsticks.
"No, no, no, Chairman, it’s fine."
Big Hammer shook his head vigorously like a rattle-drum, all traces of sleepiness gone from his face:
"I... I just remembered! The professor just messaged me, asking me to head over to Dingqiao Industrial Park to help assemble machines immediately."
"Yes, it’s urgent! I’ll just take a bun for the road!"
With that, Big Hammer, as if he had seen a ghost, grabbed two cold buns from a nearby table and made a dash for the exit.
"Big Hammer, there’s no need to rush, you can eat first and then go."
Fang Cheng called out.
"No, really! Chairman, you and Sister Lin, and that young lady, enjoy your meal!"
Big Hammer shouted, opening the door with lightning speed, and darted out with a swift "bam," closing it behind him.
Watching the heavily shut security door, Fang Cheng shook his head helplessly.
Lately, Big Hammer had indeed been exhausted following the professor around, juggling security duties and participating in the construction of the base—he truly had his hands full.
"That big guy, he sure ran fast."
Zhou Xiumei couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle.
Before long, five visually and aromatically inviting home-cooked dishes were served on the coffee table on the sixth-floor office.
A plate of tender and juicy steamed sea bass, drenched in hot scallion oil.
A plate of aromatic stir-fried yellow beef, as thin as cicada wings;
Along with poached shrimp, garlic water spinach, and a bowl of rich tomato beef flank egg drop soup.
The three sat around the coffee table, admiring their handiwork.
Lin Chuqiao picked up her chopsticks, brought a piece of sauce-drizzled bass to her mouth.
The fish melted in her mouth, its fresh sweet juices exploding on her tongue, with the seasoning and heat perfectly managed, even more authentic than those at upscale seafood restaurants.
"Brother Cheng, your skill... it’s truly divine."
Lin Chuqiao’s eyes were filled with undisguised amazement, her gaze at Fang Cheng was even more entranced.
Fang Cheng chuckled:
"This is called talent. Even the head chefs in Michelin-starred restaurants would have to follow my lead and respectfully call me Master—you two are truly lucky to be with me."
Zhou Xiumei smiled softly on the side, her eyes crescented with laughter.
Fang Cheng wasn’t just boasting.
At that moment, a faint blue light screen appeared before him, visible only to himself:
[Congratulations, after relentless efforts, your skill has advanced to the Master Level]
[Cooking Skill Level 2 (0/500)]