Brush Up Your Proficiency

Even taking a step back and assuming the food doesn't turn out well, at worst, the villagers will just grumble about the lost art, and I can always hand out a few more packs of cigarettes.

Hearing the old man say this, the people around him closed their mouths and stopped talking.

Anyway, whether it's good or bad, they won't lose out, so they might as well watch quietly.

The person in charge of the Zhu family didn't pay much attention after learning about this. After all, it's just breakfast. As long as it doesn't delay the lunch feast, let the old man do as he pleases.

Seeing his grandfather override everyone's opinions and let him cook this meal, Wang Hao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, thinking, "Grandpa really acts on a whim!"

His grandfather made the decision directly without consulting anyone, not even asking for his opinion.

Although he knew his grandfather meant well, Wang Hao still felt a little helpless.

Seeing everyone around him agreeing under his grandfather's pressure, Wang Hao didn't want to say anything more. After all, his grandfather's intention was for him to run the restaurant better.

So, he could only shake his head with a wry smile, thinking, "Forget it, it's just a meal anyway. I'll do my best."

Then, he cupped his fist to the villagers of his uncles' and aunt's generation, expressing his gratitude for their trust, and humbly said that his cooking skills were limited and he might embarrass himself.

Standing in front of the large stove, Wang Hao's mood gradually became excited.

He had never used such a huge pot to cook food before, and this novel experience made him feel very excited. With his hands trembling slightly, he couldn't help but want to start right away.

According to local customs, the breakfast before a banquet is usually a special delicacy—meat sauce noodles.

In the old days, when even basic living needs were difficult to meet, being able to eat a bowl of noodles was a luxury.

This love and cherishment of food has been passed down for a long time.

Therefore, here, people are accustomed to using noodles as the beginning of a banquet.

Wang Hao naturally knew this. He was already familiar with simple meat sauce noodles, so without saying much, he walked directly to the stove with burning charcoal, skillfully used the prepared ingredients, and began to make them.

Although the pot in front of him was much larger than the one he usually used at home, Wang Hao didn't show any unfamiliarity with the addition of advanced cooking skills, as if everything was so natural.

The uncles and elders who were whispering to each other were now attracted by Wang Hao's smooth cooking skills.

They quietly watched Wang Hao's every move, secretly admiring, "This kid has some skills!"

As the saying goes, "The layman watches the excitement, the expert watches the doorway."

Standing in the crowd, Grandpa Wang, as the most skilled cook in the village, had an undisguised look of joy in his eyes.

Wang Hao's skilled and free cooking techniques had obviously surpassed him and reached another level, which made him feel very gratified.

The last time Wang Hao cooked, he didn't watch the entire cooking process, he just praised the dishes that were made.

But this time it was different. He stood aside and carefully observed Wang Hao's every move.

As time went by, Grandpa Wang was surprised to find that Wang Hao's cooking movements had a master-level demeanor. Every movement of his seemed so skilled and confident, as if he had integrated the essence of cooking into his bones.

As someone who had been dealing with cooking for half his life, Grandpa Wang knew how difficult it was to reach such a state. At this moment, he looked at Wang Hao with increasing pride.

Just then, a rich meaty aroma began to spread, filling the entire yard.

People who smelled this aroma couldn't help but praise it and began to look for the source of the aroma.

Soon, they found Wang Hao, who was busy at the stove.

Some people didn't know Wang Hao, so they curiously asked the people around him, "Whose child is this?"

Whenever this happened, Grandpa Wang would prick up his ears and listen carefully to everyone's answers.

And when he heard someone say that this young cook was his eldest grandson, Grandpa Wang's face showed a smug smile, and his eyebrows couldn't help but rise high.

The steward of the Zhu family was naturally among them. Seeing that Master Wang's grandson was so capable, he was even more confident in the success of today's graduation banquet.

The purpose of holding this graduation banquet was, of course, to celebrate the Zhu family having an outstanding young man, and also to make the Zhu family more respected in the village.

The rich aroma was so tempting that people were drooling, and those who hadn't had breakfast were already starting to have their stomachs growling, as if protesting.

"Congratulations, Advanced Cooking Proficiency + 10, Current Proficiency: Advanced Cooking 610 / 10000"

The plug-in prompt suddenly appeared, and Wang Hao was surprised to find that he had gained ten points of proficiency! This made him feel very surprised, and his heart couldn't help but blossom with joy.

He thought, "Could it be that the plug-in also thinks that the big pot of rice I made this time is more difficult?" Thinking about it, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

However, time was short, and Wang Hao didn't have much time to immerse himself in joy.

He quickly scooped the cooked meat sauce into a large basin prepared aside, and then turned to look at the large iron pot next to him, which was cooking noodles.

In less than two minutes, the breakfast horn officially sounded.

The villagers on the side couldn't wait any longer. They ran to the side to pick up bowls and chopsticks and consciously lined up in front of the meat sauce pot.

Wang Hao naturally picked up a spoon and served rice with his grandfather for the people in line. The whole scene was lively and full of laughter.

Before long, the sound of slurping noodles began to be heard in the yard, and everyone was bowing their heads to deal with their bowl of meat sauce noodles.

The originally lively scene slowly quieted down, and only those who were still queuing for food were still talking and laughing, pointing at someone who was gobbling it up, and laughing loudly.

But such laughter quickly disappeared after the meat sauce noodles in the bowl entered their mouths.

Among the people who had their food first, some ate very quickly, and before the first round of people had even eaten their first bowl, they had already started queuing up behind them.

While serving rice, Grandpa Wang sighed, how many years had he not seen such a scene!