Chapter 7

Compared to the simple kitchen at Chen Xiuxiu's house, the Jiang family's kitchen was much better equipped. To avoid poisoning his friend, Jiang Feng decided to cook the porridge at home first, see the results, and then consider whether to bring it over.

Century eggs were chopped, and lean meat was marinated. After a flurry of activity, Jiang Feng walked out of the kitchen and waited quietly for the porridge to be ready.

Taking out his phone, Jiang Feng noticed a series of messages from Wang Hao.

Rat: Brother Feng, which button do you press to cook rice in the rice cooker? ? !!

Rat: Brother Feng, how much water and rice do you add to cook rice? ? !!

Rat: Brother Feng, to what setting should the transformer be adjusted? ? !!

Rat: Brother Feng, save the child! !!

Jiang Feng: ...

You're still a child? In our Jiang family, anyone over 150 pounds isn't considered a child.

After remotely guiding Wang Hao on how to use the rice cooker to cook rice, Jiang Feng refreshed his social media and received a reply from Wang Hao.

Rat: Brother Feng, it's too late...

Rat: Brother Feng, I beg you to come back quickly! I miss your clay pot pork ribs!

Jiang Feng: ...

Guna :）

To repay his roommate's longing, Jiang Feng opened the pot lid, took a picture of the steaming porridge that wasn't quite done, and sent it.

Putting down his phone, he started stirring the porridge in the pot.

After stirring for about ten minutes, Jiang Feng glanced at the clock in the living room: 4:40 PM. It wasn't yet dinnertime, so he turned off the heat, covered the pot, and left it to keep warm.

Opening his phone, he indeed received a series of cries from Wang Hao.

Thinking about the main quest, Jiang Feng decided to call Wang Hao to check the situation and ask him to help promote the new store that was about to open.

Although Wang Hao had been unlucky in love and had gained a lot of weight, he was successful in his business. He ran a small convenience store in the dormitory, and most of the dorm leaders in the male dormitory had added him on WeChat.

"Hello." The call was quickly answered, and Wang Hao's mournful cries came from the other end.

"Brother Feng, you're so unfair, cooking at home and ignoring your brother's life and death." Wang Hao immediately put a big hat on Jiang Feng.

"... Don't you know how to eat in the cafeteria?"

"During the summer, the cafeteria serves the same few dishes, which are worse than pig food, and they don't even have air conditioning. The food street behind the school is almost completely closed, leaving us students who stay on campus during the summer with no way to survive." Wang Hao complained.

The temperature in City A this summer had never dropped below 37 degrees. It would be strange if the vendors and shops opened for just a handful of students.

"So you're cooking plain rice in the dorm?" Jiang Feng didn't understand Wang Hao's logic.

"You don't understand, plain rice with spicy sticks is a great summer dish." Wang Hao sighed, "Why did you call me, just to show off that you can eat well at home?"

"Let's get to the point. Do you know that a new store is being renovated on the food street behind the school?"

"I know, you're pretty quick on the uptake! It's a big store, two stories, and the sign hasn't even been hung yet. I see a few burly men supervising the construction every day. The owner must be very rich!" Wang Hao exclaimed, "What do you think they're selling? It can't be a security company, right?"

"... That's our new store..."

There was a moment of silence on the other end. Jiang Feng moved the phone away from his ear, and sure enough, Wang Hao's scream soon followed.

"Damn, Brother Feng, you're really a hidden rich second generation!"

"Get lost! I'm a poor second generation now. My dad borrowed a lot of money to open the store there, and our family is now heavily in debt." Jiang Feng laughed, "You have to promote it well on WeChat, or I might end up begging on the bridge."

"No problem, but Brother Feng, how is your uncle's cooking? I never post ads on my WeChat Moments, and I can't afford to lose clients on my first post."

"Come on, your convenience store and clients? What do you think of my cooking?" Jiang Feng asked.

"The best in the entire male dormitory!" Wang Hao praised enthusiastically.

"In my dad's eyes, most of my cooking is pig food."

Wang Hao was immediately agitated. Whenever Jiang Feng made clay pot pork ribs in the dormitory, the aroma would spread for miles, causing a stir in the entire building. If this was considered pig food, he would eat pig food for the rest of his life!

"No problem, I'll rent my Moments to you for a year! You don't have to pay for the ad, just provide three meals a day, how about that?" Wang Hao said slyly.

"You won't go hungry." Jiang Feng felt he should remind Wang Hao, "You need to exercise more, or you'll reach 200 pounds."

"It's not that easy to reach 200 pounds."

How is it not easy? Look at our Jiang family; except for me, who doesn't easily reach 200 pounds?

After chatting a bit more with Wang Hao, Jiang Feng hung up.

Looking at his phone, it was 5:15 PM, just right for dinner.

Holding a bowl of warm century egg and lean meat porridge, Jiang Feng knocked on the door next door.

【A bowl of century egg and lean meat porridge with the wrong ingredient ratio】

Although the ratio was wrong, Jiang Feng tasted it and found it quite good.

Chen Duxiu opened the door. Was he actually at home?

"Uncle Chen, I brought porridge for Xiuxiu." Jiang Feng said.

Chen Duxiu was a bit surprised: "Porridge?"

"She had a stomachache this morning, and Dr. Chen told her to drink porridge for a few days." Jiang Feng explained.

"How did this child get a stomachache?" Chen Duxiu muttered as he walked in, "Thank you, Xiao Feng."

"No problem."

Chen Xiuxiu was sitting on the sofa watching TV, with a glass of water on the coffee table. Seeing Jiang Feng with a bowl of porridge, she got up to get him some water.

"Century egg and lean meat porridge?" Chen Xiuxiu smelled it.

Jiang Feng nodded.

"I don't eat meat."

Chen Duxiu was upset and scolded, "How can you talk like that? Xiao Feng went to the trouble of cooking porridge for you, and you're being picky."

"It's fine, I'll pick out the meat and century eggs." Jiang Feng said, "Uncle Chen, do you want to come to my place for some porridge? I can cook a few dishes for you."

"That wouldn't be appropriate." Chen Duxiu seemed a bit tempted.

"It's fine, I'd like you to try my cooking." Jiang Feng smiled.

"The Jiang family's cooking is top-notch. When your grandfather was a chef at the state-owned restaurant, the aroma of the dishes would make us kids drool. We used to cozy up to your dad and uncles just to get a taste."

"I gave all the New Year paintings and clay figures to my dad and uncles when I was a kid."

"But your grandfather's cooking was truly excellent, even your dad can't match his skills."

Chen Duxiu followed Jiang Feng to his place, reminiscing about the past.

Old Comrade Jiang Weiguo's cooking was indeed superb. Every time the family gathered for the New Year, and the old man cooked, everyone in the Jiang family was as happy as if it were the New Year, which it was...

But there's no denying that the old man's cooking was the pinnacle of the Jiang family's culinary skills.

Jiang Feng served two bowls of porridge and just as he was about to set them on the table, he heard the system notification.

"Ding, gained 9 experience points."

"Ding, gained 12 experience points."

"Ding, gained 12 experience points."

...

It seemed Chen Xiuxiu was very satisfied with the porridge.

"Uncle Chen, have some porridge first, I'll cook a couple of dishes." Jiang Feng, in a good mood, walked into the kitchen.

"Ding, gained 2 experience points."

Jiang Feng turned around to see Chen Duxiu holding the porridge.

Tsk.

So stingy.