Wei Xia went home humming a little song, full of relief, as if he had taken a sip of cold town beer on a hot June day.

"Mom and Dad, I'm back." Wei Xia opened the house, changed into slippers and walked in.

It was a three-bedroom house, a place that my parents had worked hard to change over the years, and although it was simple, it was very warm.

"It's good to be back here, it's okay to have a meal, your cousin and cousin, and Sissi is here, go and say hello."

A woman who looked to be in her forties and was honest greeted by Wei Xia's mother, Li Qin, Li Qin was the manager of the textile factory, don't look at the two words of manager, in fact, the textile factory is only about 200 square meters in total.

Li Qin's real age is actually only thirty-six, but after years of hard work and travel, coupled with no maintenance, she looks nearly ten years old.

Wei Xia looked up and saw that there were three people sitting on the sofa, two men and one woman, and the older man was Wei Xia's father, Wei Jiacheng, the captain of the security detachment of a property company. The other man is Li Qin's cousin.

Wei Xia looked at the two men who were really less than a year apart, and his heart was slightly sour.

The age is short, and the person is decrepit.

It's all forced by life.

Wei Xia said hello and sat down on the sofa.

This cousin, in fact, has a very long relationship with Wei Jiacheng, so far away that they themselves don't know whether they are related by blood or not, and his surname is Song. The conditions in Uncle Song's family were not bad, but he did not look down on the Wei Feng family because of this, but he only did not despise and did not take it seriously.

"The dish is coming, 1, and a girl's voice as crisp as a shark's cry came.

Wei Xia looked up and saw a sweet girl dancing out with a plate.

It's Wei Xia's cousin, Song Qian.

The plate is filled with fried chicken eggs with red persimmons, which sells well, and a smell of chicken eggs enters people's noses and makes people's appetite move.

"Wow! Sissi's dishes are awesome, full of flavor and taste." Li Qin took a sip and stretched out a thumbs.

"Yes." Wei Jiacheng smiled and nodded.

"Where, where is Sissi's cooking compared to my sister-in-law." Song Biaowei is more subtle.

Wei Xia glanced down and pursed his lips disdainfully.

Song Qian's eyes were sharp, and she saw Wei Xia's expression at a glance, and said sharply, "Wei Xia! What is your expression, isn't Miss Ben's cooking bad?"

"It's not bad, but it's not bad." Wei Xia didn't understand what was going on, and there was a little bit of resistance to this cousin in his heart.

"Then you come and burn it for me, you can't even tell the difference between salt and sugar, what qualifications do you have to say about me." Song Qian was not convinced, and pointed at the opposite: "Your learning results are not as good as mine, and your cooking is not as good as mine, and you are embarrassed to evaluate my cooking dishes."

"I'm ......" Wei Xia rolled his eyes and said with a straight face, "I'm going to show you what the real scrambled eggs with tomatoes are, and when I'm ready, I'll go out and buy red tomatoes now."

"Wait, I have red persimmons at home, so I don't have to go out and buy them." Li Qin greeted Wei Xia, who was about to leave the door.

"Then I'll go out and get some sauce."

"There's ...... in the Sauce House too," Li Qin hadn't finished speaking, and Wei Xia had already gone out and closed the door.

"Dare to look down on me, I'll let you see what it means to burn vegetables."

Wei Xia walked out of the courtyard and turned a street corner, and a large gold-lettered signboard appeared in front of him - Phoenix Hotel.

"Hehe, that's it." Wei Xia smiled, walked into the hotel, and sneaked towards the back of the hotel.

In the kitchen of several hundred square meters, a middle-aged fat man wearing a chef's hat and a snow-white skirt is scooping, and the food in the pot fluctuates with a big swing.

Throughout the kitchen, there were dozens of people in the same attire who were busy with their own work.

"It's you1 Taking advantage of the moment when the middle-aged fat man turned off the fire, Wei Xia rushed up, grabbed his oily fat hand, and shook it up.

"Master! Great master! Oh no, Kitchen God! How can you cook such a delicious dish, it's the best thing I've ever eaten in my life! This dish should only be in the sky, and it is difficult for people to eat it several times, and I don't think I will ever be able to eat other people's cooking again.1

Wei Xia pretended to be agitated and grabbed the fat man's hand.

"Ding1

"It was found that humans with three-level cooking vegetables, it takes 100 points of appreciation to have this ability, and the current stored value of appreciation is 338, the host can have this ability, please choose the following three modes: plunder, copy, ignore."

"Copy."

"The replication has been successful, the host has the ability to cook vegetables, and the current level is level three, and the remaining reward value is 238."

Wei Xia's face changed, and he returned to a light, cloudy appearance, shook off the fat man's hand vigorously, wiped the oil off his skirt, and turned away, leaving a fat claw that still stopped in the air.

"Ding! Humans are xxx admired once, and the host gets 10 appreciation."

"Huh?"

Wei Xia looked back and saw that a young man with messy hair was squatting on the ground and washing dishes, looking at him dumbfounded, full of admiration.

"Now it's 248 points of appreciation."

……

"I'm back, Song Qian, come with me, I'll let you see what you mean by Kitchen God." Wei Xia carried the soy sauce he had just bought at the convenience store and walked towards the kitchen.

Song Qian followed behind Wei Xia and whispered, "Hmph! I'd like to see what you're capable of1

Wei Xia ignored her and walked straight into the kitchen, Song Qian pouted and hurried to follow.

The four adults in the living room looked at each other, and they couldn't cry or laugh.

In their eyes, both of them were children, and it was normal to fight for good and win, and besides, they had never said that they had ever heard Wei Xia Hui cook vegetables, and it seemed that they were just reckless.

This year, Wei Xia is seventeen and Song Qian is sixteen.

Both of them are in Taojiang No. 1 Middle School, one is a sophomore in high school and the other is a junior in high school. Song Qian, who is a year younger, has really done very well in her studies, and the reason why she is one level higher than Wei Xia is because she jumped one level in junior high school.

Wei Xia poured oil and started the fire, and then shot four eggs. Then I washed two red persimmons, put them on the cutting board, picked up a kitchen knife and pulled out a beautiful knife flower, and cut it into small pieces with three or two knives.

The oil is burned red, the chicken egg liquid is poured in, and the stir-fry is kept stir-frying, and the spoon is continued to be striking, which looks fancy and eye-catching, but after an hour, the fried chicken egg is poured out, a piece of golden yellow, very dazzling.

Wei Xia glanced at Song Qian, who was already stunned, and carried out the rest of the operations.

In a few moments, a plate of scrambled chicken eggs with red persimmons and fragrant nose was ready.

"Ding! Human Song Qian admired it once, and the host received ten points of appreciation."

Wei Xia picked up the plate and dangled it in front of Song Qian's eyes, and asked proudly, "What?"

Song Qian suddenly woke up in shock, and glared at Wei Xia angrily: "What's so great, how about being able to cook vegetables, it's not like learning is not as good as me."

The dead duck has a hard mouth!

Wei Xia had to compare with her, and at the moment, learning was indeed his hard wound.

When a plate of ordinary scrambled chicken eggs with red persimmons was placed on the table, the four adults were stunned and incredulous, and after trying it in their mouths, they were even more in praise.

I thought it was just two children's gas, who would have thought that Wei Xia, who was usually more mediocre than mediocre, would actually have such good cooking art.

"Wei Xia, when did you learn to cook?" Wei Jiacheng couldn't believe that when the son of the delicious and delicious cook would learn to cook vegetables, and it seemed that it was not wrong to burn, and even the eyes of the Song brothers, who were picky about food, lit up a few points.

"Actually, I would have done it a long time ago, but I just don't show the mountain dew on a regular basis." Wei Xia continued.

"Pretending to be like this1 Song Qian muttered quietly, but she didn't understand, the silk in her heart had already been exposed.

"Ding! The human health family is rewarded once and gets a little appreciation."

"Ding! Human ......"

……

"Good! Good! Good! I can rest assured that you have this craft, and I don't have to worry about your future anymore, and if you can't get into college, you will go to a hotel and become a chef." The guards were full of joy.

"Yes, you can't abandon this technique, and then your father and I can't move, we can't continue to feed you, you have to rely on yourself." Li Qin's face was red, and he seemed to be a few years younger.

The men and women who have worked all their lives, at this moment, seem to have picked up all the hearts that had been broken for their sons before.

Wei Xia suddenly felt the urge to cry, and he held back the impulse that seemed to him to be distracting, but his reddish eyes couldn't hide it

"I'll cook you a few more dishes." Wei Xia hurriedly got up and hurriedly walked towards the kitchen.

After that, let me cook for you.

Wake up, is it too late to regret it?

It's good for the prodigal son to look back, but how can he make up for the damage he suffered to his parents in the past?

"No breath 1 Song Qian said lightly, but secretly wiped the corners of her eyes.

The four adults at the table didn't seem to see the difference between the two young people, and they all ate and laughed with satisfaction.

Parents all over the world are out of one mind.

On the whole, the meal was relatively pleasant, Wei Xia burned a few more dishes, and Wei Jiacheng was happy to drink a few glasses of wine.

Sending Song Qian's family away, Li Qin went to wash the dishes, and Wei Xia was educated by Wei Jiacheng on Shafa.

"Originally, your mother and I were worried about your studies, but now that you have this art, it doesn't matter much if you don't study well." Wei Jiacheng said.

Although it doesn't matter if he doesn't study well, Wei Xia can see that Wei Jia is actually a little unwilling.

You must know that Wei Xia has several children from relatives who study very well, and when they get together for dinner during the New Year's holidays, they talk about their children's achievements, and at that time, Wei Jiacheng is only silent.

"Dad, don't worry, I've figured it out now, and I have to study hard. Don't worry, I'll take the first one of this midterm exam for you to see."

Wei Jiacheng was stunned for a moment, not believing Wei Xia's arrogance, he smiled and clasped his hands and said, "Forget it, you just have the heart to work hard." As for the first and not the first, we are not delusional."

Wei Xia stopped talking, saying that no matter how much it was false, it would be proved by action in the midterm exam.

The first in the year? Isn't it difficult? With the system, the college entrance examination may also be in hand.

At this moment, Wei Xia set a goal for himself: first in the grade, first in the city, and first in the country!

It's not for anyone else, it's good for the parents to be happy.