Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 1001 - 490: Mime Performance

The yam cake and rice cake in the pot still need a few more minutes before they're ready, so Qin Huai continues kneading the dough.

Judging from the numbers alone, Qin Huai's yeast is already touching the edge of the Master Level. Any skill that even gets close to Master Level is quite extraordinary, and with Qin Huai's progress being consistent and not a sudden flash of insight, Zheng Siyuan now finds his level of improvement extremely outrageous.

Zhao Cheng'an spends every day with Qin Huai, observing his steady progress, utterly amazed. He laments at the injustice, wondering how he, a genius of eight lifetimes, cannot catch up with Qin Huai, a person from an unconventional background. Is the protagonist of a system novel always the main character, while a successfully transcended Mayfly cannot be the main character?

It's worth mentioning that Zheng Siyuan hasn't seen Qin Huai for several months.

According to Tan Wei'an's immortal cultivation system, Zheng Siyuan separated from Qin Huai several months ago, knowing that Qin Huai went to a secret realm for training. After months, Qin Huai emerged from the secret realm, directly breaking through from Nascent Soul.

Zheng Siyuan is still stuck at Golden Core Perfection.

Usually silent, Zheng Siyuan can't help but speak up at this moment: "Is Master Zhou...very good at teaching?"

There was a trace of confusion in Zheng Siyuan's voice, which he didn't even notice. Master Zhou, known for his sarcasm and teaching once extraordinarily gifted apprentices into ordinary snack masters, yet...

Now it seems...

Zheng Siyuan believes his dad might have projected his own inadequacies onto others, thinking if he couldn't teach well, Master Zhou couldn't either.

Qin Huai hadn't caught on to Zheng Siyuan's implications and calmly nodded: "Master Zhou has his own teaching methods. He excels more in teaching concepts than skills. He's...a very unique teacher."

Qin Huai genuinely thinks so, as Master Zhou mostly lets apprentices be independent and only intervenes at critical times or when something surprising happens (like Zhao Cheng'an suddenly falling ill).

Master Zhou's teaching style can only educate geniuses, not ordinary students. Those with regular talent would genuinely struggle under his guidance.

Zheng Siyuan nods, rather than working, and continues staring at Qin Huai.

Qin Huai: ?

Has the work pressure been that high for Zheng Siyuan recently? Normally, the first thing he does upon entering the kitchen is kneading dough, yet now he's slacking off. What have Mr. Xu, Grandpa Qian, and Grandma Ding been doing to sway our Master Xiao Zheng into this state?

Qin Huai hadn't kneaded the dough much before the rice cake and yam cake were ready.

These two snacks are both very mild, almost plain.

Their colors alone say it all, belonging to the white color spectrum—a type of snack you can imagine the taste of just by seeing the color, a nostalgic childhood memory type. They're neither rich nor layered, nor extravagant, sometimes even categorized as 'mother's taste'.

This type of snack usually represents low expectations; after all, you wouldn't expect a steamed bun to taste like a Man Han Banquet.

But now, Zheng Siyuan holds high expectations for them.

Upon seeing Qin Huai's kneading actions, Zheng Siyuan realized Qin Huai wasn't bluffing; his skills are genuinely different now. His time at Zhiwei Restaurant wasn't just a simple exchange of learning; it was a comprehensive qualitative enhancement.

The assistant brought over two plates of steaming hot rice cake and yam cake fresh from the pot.

Qin Huai glanced over, saw the level, and comfortably continued kneading dough.

[Rice Cake A-level]

[Yam Cake A-level]

Consistent performance.

Zheng Siyuan carefully scrutinized the two plates of cakes in front of him with such seriousness that his whole aura seemed to change. Chen An, quietly observing the two while working, immediately noticed Zheng Siyuan's strange status and couldn't resist stopping his work, craning his neck to stare intently at Zheng Siyuan.

Zheng Siyuan observed very intently—as if the two seemingly ordinary cakes were works of art.

"Your Finger Skill has improved indeed," Zheng Siyuan said.

Qin Huai:? Bro, can you tell my Finger Skill improved from looking at the yam cake and rice cake I made?

What keen insight!

Hehe, it surely has improved.

Before Qin Huai could speak, Zheng Siyuan continued: "A few months ago, you couldn't make each snack to such a standard. You like mold-style cakes but prefer not using molds; Master Zhou truly deserves the top ranking in the Chef Record as the number one pastry chef."

Qin Huai said: "This yam cake needs to cool a bit before eating for the best taste, but the rice cake is best enjoyed hot; it's fragrant."

Fragrant?

Zheng Siyuan didn't quite understand why Qin Huai used 'fragrant' to describe the rice cake, but he obediently reached for a hot, even slightly steaming rice cake, and gently took a bite.

Hot.

Hot, but with an intense rice aroma.

This basic, simple snack relies on temperature to unleash all its fragrance—the most straightforward, primitive flavor often resides within the heat. Almost instantly, as the rice cake entered Zheng Siyuan's mouth, he grasped what Qin Huai meant and started chewing carefully.

This is the benefit of letting experts appreciate it; you don't need to give much explanation, just how to eat it, and they quickly understand.

Zheng Siyuan ate in silence.

As he quietly chewed, the rice cake's aroma permeated the air—it wasn't strong, nor did it spread widely, but enough for Chen An to catch a whiff.

Chen An swallowed a mouthful of saliva.