Demon Lord 3

A few days later, we settled into a monotonous life. We had no wild imaginations, no competitions that fit our personas, just the daily grind of cooking and cleaning. Looking at the food I had made, I sighed. I really should cherish this kind of life now. Although it was dull and tasteless, it might become a fond memory for us in the future. We might not even be able to have this kind of life again. Zhou Chuyuan's cooking skills were top-notch. He didn't waste a single ingredient and used all the usable ingredients. I couldn't help but give him a big thumbs up. He asked me what kind of food I was good at cooking. I thought for a moment, pointed to the potato, and he nodded, saying that potatoes are very nutritious and cooking them is fine, but you can't eat potatoes all the time; you need to change things up. I nodded, then picked up a piece of meat. Zhou Chuyuan told me not to experiment with this meat yet, since cooking meat requires more control over the heat and is more difficult to master. I nodded, but I was still willing to try. I didn't follow the traditional cooking method; instead, I first cut the meat open and marinated it. After marinating for half an hour, when it was almost flavorful, I found some cornstarch, heated the oil, and cooked it in the pan to remove the meat's fishy smell. Then I cooked it until it was tender, but not mushy. That was the whole process. The cooking was so smooth and natural, it didn't seem like someone who had never cooked before. Wu Luanshen, smelling the aroma, came in too: "Who cooked this? Sister Yue, you actually cooked yourself! I thought you weren't very good at cooking! We all have to try it in a bit!" After hearing that, my head suddenly felt incredibly heavy. I never expected my first formal cooking session to be watched by so many people, and for them to taste it so carefully. What if it didn't taste good? Would they all just eat it and then complain about it behind my back? Based on our years of friendship, I don't think they would, but I couldn't guarantee it wouldn't be too bad. I didn't dare to try it first, since I hadn't prepared enough ingredients. If I tasted it all, there wouldn't be anything left for everyone to eat. Okay, I managed to finish cooking while suppressing my earlier emotions. I actually felt my cooking skills had improved somewhat; compared to my first attempt, I was definitely much better. I brought the rest of the dishes to the table. Zhou Chuyuan waved to me, telling me to go eat first, and he'd clean up the kitchen afterward. When we all sat down at the table, everyone was watching my expression. I smiled slightly, took another bite, and slowly tasted it. The saltiness was just right; it seemed edible. I urged everyone to start eating, and everyone was starving. After finishing, they praised my cooking and knife skills highly. Looking at the dishes on the table, I suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment. I realized that cooking actually... "Okay, you're so happy! I used to think cooking was a painful and thankless task, but I've gradually come to understand that if I'm not well-liked, nothing I cook will taste good. But if people have a good impression of me, they'll give me a lot of positive feedback. This kind of positive impression is very useful in real life." I sighed helplessly. Perhaps that's life. Sometimes, no matter how well you do, it's useless. When no one takes you seriously, even if you perform well, it's just a minor skill. But once you've built up a good impression, even if your cooking is only basic, people will praise your effort and highlight your strengths. After figuring this out, I smiled slightly. I finally understood why many people are only criticized, while others are constantly praised. It's not about whether the action is right or wrong, but simply that the people you're dealing with and the environment you're in are different. But my strength, my shining point, isn't in cooking. Just improving my cooking to the point where it's edible is already quite good. I'm not a professional chef, and I can't cook Michelin-level dishes. What I can do is put some effort into ordinary meals and put some thought into simple ingredients. We chatted and laughed, suddenly remembering when the team was first formed. Lin Zhenfei pointed to himself: "Do you all remember when the team was first formed? I ran a restaurant, and everyone ate there. When we went on a long trip, I became the cook. I cooked for everyone every day. I really miss those days." Everyone laughed heartily, and hearing their cheerful laughter suddenly made the day less boring.