Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1556 - 747: Skill Effect "Food Insight," Somewhat Evil_2

[Current Status: Tender meat, scallion oil seals in the freshness, cooking completion 92%]

Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

The evaluation standard is indeed rigorous, quite in line with the actual situation.

His gaze shifted and fell on the plate of stir-fried yellow beef.

[Ingredient Type: Free-range yellow cattle (cooked)]

[Capture Level: Level 0 (Farm-raised, easier to obtain than wild)]

[Nutritional Value: High muscle fiber, rich in iron]

[Life Energy: Low]

[Current Status: Precise heat, perfectly locked juice, cooking completion 95%]

"Not bad, it’s really useful."

A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Fang Cheng’s mouth.

With this ability, he could directly identify the edible value and level of various unknown mutated beasts or rare plants in the future.

In the future, when he needs a great boost to his vitality to break through his physical limits, he can use this Skill Effect to selectively screen top-grade ingredients, and precisely acquire Life Energy.

Fang Cheng envisioned future plans in his heart and smoothly shifted his gaze to Zhou Xiumei, who was fiddling with the soup spoon with her head down.

A row of data appeared.

[Ingredient Type: Human Female]

[Capture Level: Level 0 (No strength to bind a chicken)]

[Nutritional Value: ...]

[Life Energy: ...]

Fang Cheng’s eyelid twitched sharply, and his eye corner nerve couldn’t help but twitch twice.

Zhou Xiumei noticed his gaze and turned her head.

Seeing Fang Cheng’s unwavering stare, a slight blush appeared on her cheeks, and she rubbed her cheek with her hand:

"Brother Cheng, is there any dirt on my face?"

"No, just a flying insect flew by."

Fang Cheng quickly moved his gaze away and picked up the soup bowl in front of him to conceal his embarrassment.

He cursed inwardly and immediately cut off the panel display.

This ability is truly too wicked; if it fell into the hands of those cannibalistic psychopaths, it would essentially be a tailor-made divine skill.

Just then, chaotic footsteps and girls’ chatter came from the corridor outside the door.

The heavy door was pushed open, and Lin Chuqiao led two little girls in.

"Brother!"

Wen Xin, like a bird freed from a cage, dashed straight to the coffee table, her eyes shining at the full table of dishes:

"Wow, it smells so good! This aroma is even better than the top chefs from outside restaurants!"

Following behind, Bean appeared a bit reserved.

She wore a brand-new pure cotton dress, her hands tugging at the hem, timidly standing by the door.

It seemed Lin Chuqiao had dragged her up here, her gaze was evasive, afraid to open up.

"Why didn’t Wang Yao come along?"

Fang Cheng glanced behind Lin Chuqiao and asked.

"That girl said she needs to visit her mother at the hospital during noon."

Lin Chuqiao pulled out two chairs and explained:

"I told her to stay and eat first, but she insisted it wasn’t necessary, afraid of delaying our meal, ran off faster than a rabbit, really can’t do anything about her."

Despite her sigh, there was a touch of admiration for that sensible girl in her tone.

"Alright, let’s start the meal, then."

Fang Cheng picked up his chopsticks.

Lin Chuqiao and Zhou Xiumei immediately stood up and started arranging to serve rice bowls.

Wen Xin happily leaned on the coffee table, counting the variety of dishes.

Seeing Bean still standing, she jumped down and grabbed Bean’s wrist, pulling her to the table:

"Sister Douzi, come sit here, sit next to me."

Bean was pulled to sit on the sofa, her body still very tense.

Seeing her cautious appearance, Fang Cheng spoke warmly:

"Bean, there are no outsiders here, just treat it like your own home. Take whatever you want to eat, no need to be restrained."

"Yes, Chairman Brother."

Bean nodded, though her tone contained a hint of subservient respect, her expression clearly relaxed a bit.

The atmosphere at the dining table gradually grew livelier with the clatter of bowls and chopsticks.

Lin Chuqiao picked up a large piece of the juiciest fish belly and placed it in Fang Cheng’s bowl, smiling charmingly:

"Brother Cheng, you’ve worked hard cooking, eat more."

Zhou Xiumei, unwilling to be outdone, also picked up the communal chopsticks, grabbed a piece of yellow beef, and placed it on the small dish in front of Fang Cheng, her voice gentle:

"Brother Cheng, this beef is cooked just right, it’ll get tough once it’s cold, you should try it."

Fang Cheng looked at the pile of food in the bowl and dish, and without changing his expression, accepted it all:

"You all should not just be focused on giving me food, eat more yourselves. Especially you two young girls who are growing, you can’t miss out on nutrition, otherwise you won’t grow up beautiful."

The two girls exchanged a glance and then tacitly shifted their attention to the two little girls next to them.

"Wen Xin, don’t just eat meat, have some vegetables too, for balanced nutrition."

Zhou Xiumei picked up some water spinach for Wen Xin.

"Bean, here, try this boiled shrimp."

Lin Chuqiao peeled a crystal-clear shrimp and put it in Bean’s bowl, her tone unusually kind:

"You’re too thin, you need more nutrition."

Bean looked at the shrimp in her bowl, shrinking back shyly with a voice as soft as a mosquito’s:

"Th-thank you, Miss Lin."

Zhou Xiumei had already heard from Wen Xin about Bean’s pitiable background and felt compassion.

She also poured a small bowl of tomato beef brisket soup and pushed it to Bean’s hand:

"Eat slowly, don’t choke."

Fang Cheng picked up his rice bowl and took the opportunity to remind:

"Wen Xin, Bean, as long as I’m here, come up and have lunch with us every day, okay?"

Confronted with the kindness of these adults, Bean, though shy, gradually relaxed her tense back.

She chewed her rice in small bites, her eyes slightly red, seemingly hiding many emotions.

Wen Xin leaned over to Bean’s ear, whispering something while mimicking a cat washing its face.

After listening, Bean pursed her lips and showed a faint smile, gently nodding her head.

Watching the two young girls in whispering conversation, Fang Cheng asked while eating:

"Wen Xin, are you keeping up with your studies?"

"Of course, I am!"

Wen Xin swallowed the beef in her mouth, puffed up her chest, and said proudly:

"Sister Yaoyao explains things so clearly. And Bean and I have agreed to study well together, I’m the younger sister, she’s the older sister, and we’ll get into the same school in the future."

"Right, Sister Bean?"

Bean nodded vigorously, a spark of light in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

These words caused everyone to laugh heartily.

Lin Chuqiao took a sip of soup, cleared her throat, and glanced at Zhou Xiumei:

"By the way, Xiumei, I heard from Brother Cheng that you participated in that singing competition, how’s your preparation been going?"

Fang Cheng also put down his chopsticks, casting a concerned look.

Lately, he’s been too busy, apart from taking Wen Xin to the TV station to cheer during the preliminary selection, he hasn’t really inquired about Zhou Xiumei’s competition schedule.

Now the two rounds of semifinals have ended, and the crucial final pre-selection is about to begin.

Only twenty spots are left nationwide, the competition is undoubtedly fierce.

Zhou Xiumei put down her bowl and chopsticks, sat upright, and replied:

"It’s going well. Sister Zhang Hui has been taking great care of me, even hired a vocal coach for pre-competition training. Cheng Jiashu also guided me privately a few times. He said if I can hold steady in the pre-selection, I can make it to the national finals."

"Don’t feel too pressured."

Fang Cheng picked up some beef, chewed, and said:

"I promised before, that I would personally write you a new song for the pre-selection."

Wen Xin immediately clapped her hands in excitement:

"Yes, yes! Brother is not only handsome but also talented, even those tough math problems he can solve, writing a song should be a breeze!"

This unfounded praise sparked another round of light laughter around the dining table.

Fang Cheng smiled, shaking his head slightly, not bothering to correct the little girl’s logic.

His gaze swept over the faces filled with laughter in front of him.

Apart from the previous song "World’s End," he plans to write two more songs for her.

He must ensure that when she steps on stage, she dazzles the entire audience—or rather, the entire nation.

After all, his past life memories hold countless brilliant songs.

If he doesn’t let this world enjoy them, it would truly be a pity.

The spacious office, where the air conditioning softly blew, balanced out the warm steam rising from the dishes.

Their cheerful conversation, along with the gentle sound of water flowing in the aquarium, added to the relaxed and tranquil atmosphere of this top level of the Illuminati’s domain.