Chapter 177: Let You Open a Food Shop, You Open for Business at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

"Mm, with me supervising, nothing will go wrong."

Lu Feng nodded, encouraging him as he patted Li Jiang on the shoulder.

With his current cooking skills, guiding Li Jiang in cooking was no problem.

After all, his five senses were now extremely sharp; from Li Jiang's cooking steps, he could spot problems at any time and correct them immediately.

Of course, Lu Feng could also cook while explaining, but as the saying goes, seeing something a thousand times is not as good as doing it once.

Letting Li Jiang do it himself and then guiding him would help him learn faster.

"Fine, that's what you said."

Seeing Lu Feng's encouraging gaze, Li Jiang regained his confidence, rolled up his sleeves with an eager look.

Lu Feng watched him roll up his sleeves, walked to the sink, and prepared to start washing vegetables.

His gaze involuntarily fell on the wok on the gas stove; he couldn't help but point at it, frowning as he asked, "Jiangzi, don't you wash the pot before washing vegetables?"

Li Jiang glanced at the wok, chuckled, and said, "Aren't we just making tomato scrambled eggs? Anyway, it's all the same; what difference does washing it make..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Feng's gaze turned cold in an instant.

Seeing Lu Feng's murderous look, Li Jiang felt a chill down his back and scratched his head sheepishly: "Fine, fine, fine, I'll wash it, I'll wash it!"

Cooking without washing the pot? What a joke!

The wok still had some unknown burnt residue left by Li Jiang; if not cleaned properly, could the food made in it even be eaten?

Since becoming a chef, Lu Feng had attached great importance to kitchen hygiene.

After all, the food made was meant to be eaten; if the kitchen was a mess, even he couldn't stomach the food he made.

"Uncle and Auntie went traveling, leaving you alone at home—can they rest assured? Aren't you afraid of having nothing to eat?"

Watching Li Jiang wash the pot unwillingly, Lu Feng stood to the side and asked.

"What's there to worry about? You're still here; if all else fails, I can just eat at your shop. You wouldn't watch me starve, would you?"

Li Jiang scrubbed the wok hard with a steel wool ball, pouting his lips carelessly.

"My shop is closed on weekends; you know that."

Lu Feng smiled helplessly; it seemed Li Jiang treated his shop as a backup cafeteria.

"Then go eat at your home."

Li Jiang shrugged, looking completely justified.

"I don't welcome you coming to my place to eat and drink for free. If you want to eat, cook it yourself, or go buy some."

Lu Feng rolled his eyes directly at him after hearing this.

"If even you won't take me in, then I'll just have to starve; anyway, starving for two days won't kill anyone."

Li Jiang said with a look of utter righteousness, his expression very punchable.

Lu Feng shook his head, finding Li Jiang rather speechless.

Of course, he didn't believe Li Jiang would let himself starve; this kid had plenty of pocket money, and finding a place to eat out would solve the problem.

Watching Li Jiang's carefree look, Lu Feng suddenly felt that letting Li Jiang learn to cook was the right thing to do.

This guy really knew nothing; if he didn't change himself, it would simply be wishful thinking.

Li Jiang's life skills, if he left his parents, were no different from being unable to take care of himself.

With his current state, if he ever got married, Su Yue following him would be considered eight lifetimes of bad luck.

"Alright, get ready to cook!"

Li Jiang turned off the faucet, tossed the steel wool ball aside, and looked eager to try.

"The pot isn't clean enough; scrub it again!"

Lu Feng leaned over to look and saw several black things still stuck to the bottom of the pot; he said with a frown.

Li Jiang opened his mouth to retort, but seeing Lu Feng's stern gaze, he pouted and said nothing, only turning on the faucet again and scrubbing hard with the steel wool ball.

"If you want to learn cooking, you must first learn to clean the kitchen; if you can't even clean the kitchen, would you dare let Su Yue eat what you make?"

Seeing Li Jiang's somewhat lazy look, Lu Feng opened his mouth to ask.

As soon as these words came out, Li Jiang's expression instantly became serious, and his hand movements sped up a bit.

Under Lu Feng's coercion and inducement, Li Jiang washed the wok and then had to clean the kitchen carefully once more.

He, who had never done housework at home before, was naturally extremely unwilling in his heart.

Listening to Li Jiang complain while cleaning the kitchen, Lu Feng stood to the side with his arms crossed, having no intention of stepping forward to help.

He was also doing this for Li Jiang's own good; he was in his mid-twenties and couldn't even do housework.

If he didn't train himself a bit, he would truly become a good-for-nothing young master in the future.

Li Jiang cleaned for a full half hour before the kitchen became much tidier.

"Fengzi, can... can we stop now?"

Li Jiang wiped the sweat from his face and asked Lu Feng while panting.

Lu Feng walked forward to check, then nodded: "I'll say you barely passed."

Li Jiang heaved a heavy sigh of relief, leaned against the cabinet, and couldn't help but mutter: "Learning to cook from you is so troublesome, first scrubbing pots and then cleaning the kitchen; if I had known earlier, I would..."

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have pursued Su Yue, right?"

Lu Feng raised his eyebrows, then turned around to walk out: "If you regret it, then it's just right; I won't need to waste my time either. I'm going back first."

"No, no, no!"

Li Jiang hurriedly grabbed Lu Feng, the complaint on his face instantly turning into a fawning smile: "I was just kidding you! This time I really sincerely want to learn how to cook!",

Seeing the seriousness in Li Jiang's eyes, Lu Feng smiled, feeling somewhat comforted in his heart.

This kid used to have a three-minute enthusiasm for everything he did; knowing him for so long, it was the first time Lu Feng had seen him care so much about one thing.

Lu Feng couldn't help but become curious about that Su Yue: just how much charm did this girl have, to make Li Jiang, a patient with terminal laziness, undergo such a huge change?

"I'm starting now!"

Li Jiang stretched his muscles and bones, walked to the sink, took out two tomatoes, and began washing them.

Lu Feng stood at Yi Pang, watching, paying attention to his every move at all times.

Li Jiang washed the tomatoes quite seriously; after washing them clean, he took a kitchen tissue and wiped them, drying the water droplets on them.

Next he picked up the kitchen knife, somewhat clumsily but very carefully cutting the tomatoes into small pieces.

"How is it, did I cut them well?"

After cutting the tomatoes, Li Jiang held the kitchen knife, turned around, and looked at Lu Feng with an expectant face as he asked.

"Move the knife away."

Looking at the kitchen knife facing him, Lu Feng swallowed, extended two fingers to move the kitchen knife away from in front of him, and couldn't help but retreat a step.

Afterwards he looked at the tomatoes Li Jiang had cut; the tomatoes were cut big and small by him, and juice flowed all over the chopping board.

If Lu Feng were to cut them, he would definitely cut the tomatoes evenly sized, and not much juice would run out.

But Li Jiang had never cooked after all, so cutting them into this appearance could be considered not bad.

At least when he cut the tomatoes just now, his movements were still quite serious, and he didn't cut his hand.

"So-so."

Lu Feng nodded, giving a relatively fair evaluation.

Hearing Lu Feng's evaluation, Li Jiang hummed proudly, and became a bit full of himself: "Of course, cutting vegetables is such a small thing; to me, isn't it as easy as pie?"

After Li Jiang finished speaking, he turned around and was about to turn on the gas stove.

"Wait a moment."

Seeing his movement, Lu Feng hurriedly spoke up to stop him.

Afterwards he quickly walked to the kitchen door, pushed the sliding door open to the maximum, pointed his toes outward, slightly bent his knees, and made a movement ready to run outside at any time.