Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 301 - 214: Uncle’s New Year Gift

New Year’s Eve.

The night is deep, and the city lights are like stars, brightening up the entire modern city.

On Old Factory Street, the sound of firecrackers occasionally crackles, echoing in the chilly air.

It’s the night of New Year’s Eve, and families are gathered together, enjoying lavish festive dinners.

The Fang Family living in the tubular building is also full of joy, more lively than on usual days.

In the living room, the television is broadcasting the Spring Festival Gala.

The warm yellow light diffuses softly like a thin veil, filling the room with a cozy atmosphere.

On the wall hangs a family photo, and the slightly worn-out furniture has been polished clean.

A newly bought money tree stands in the corner, lush and vibrant, full of good wishes for the new year.

Li Biyun, like an untiring spinning top, is busy shuttling between the kitchen and the living room.

The strands of hair on her forehead are slightly damp with sweat, a few errant strands falling down, unable to hide the smile on her face, warm like the spring sun.

Seeing her son, wearing an apron and standing by the stove, looking like a top-tier chef, her brows and eyes curve into crescents.

The flame licks the bottom of the pot, smoke rising gracefully.

Fang Cheng holds the pot handle in one hand and a spatula in the other, frying a hearty dish with vigor.

Sautéed Shrimp.

As the shrimp shells are continually stirred in the hot oil, they turn a reddish color, emitting a mouthwatering aroma.

Soon, a dish of sautéed shrimp, full of color, aroma, and taste, is plated. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"Mom, taste for saltiness."

Fang Cheng picks up a steaming shrimp with chopsticks and offers it to his mother’s mouth.

Li Biyun bites into it with a smile, chews gently a few times, then unreservedly gives a thumbs up:

"Chengcheng, your cooking skill has improved so fast, your mom might not dare to show off in front of you anymore."

Receiving his mother’s praise, Fang Cheng’s lips couldn’t help but curl upwards.

He glanced at the panel hint floating in the air.

[Cooking Skill Experience +3]

[Cooking Skill Level 1 (163/250)]

It seems the panel also knows what’s good.

Judging by the color of this hearty dish alone, it’s comparable to a genuine chef from a five-star hotel.

Perhaps because he personally cooked the festive dinner, a round of sautéing, frying, braising, simmering, stewing, and poaching made the experience surge.

It won’t be long before he’ll be a legitimately Master Level chef.

Fang Cheng thought delightfully, casually picking up the kitchen knife, preparing to cut some beef and make a beloved braised beef brisket for the family.

Now, he’s slightly falling in love with the feeling of cooking.

Cooking Skill hasn’t improved his strength much but has made his life more comfortable and free.

Li Biyun carried the plated sautéed shrimp to the dining table.

By now, the table was almost filled with steaming hot dishes of various kinds.

Right in the center was a large plate of shiny, fragrant braised carp, with intricate patterns carved on the fish body, symbolizing surplus every year, and a fish leaping over the dragon gate.

Next to the braised fish was a circle of home-cooked dishes, combining meat and vegetables.

Saucy sweet and sour ribs, golden crispy spring rolls, evenly sliced white cut chicken, crab yellow bursting out of hairy crabs, plus a few refreshing and appetizing side dishes.

There was also soft yam puree and earthen jar chicken soup prepared especially for grandpa, which Li Biyun spent an afternoon slow-cooking.

"Biyun, there’s no need to cook so many dishes."

Li Zhenhua, sitting in a wheelchair with a thick blanket draped over him, persuaded:

"I can only have some porridge and soup at the moment. You guys can’t finish so many dishes, it’s too wasteful."

He had just undergone a gastric cancer surgery less than two weeks prior, was discharged yesterday, and still looked somewhat pale, yet there was a look of gratification in his eyes.

"That’s right, sis, you and Ah Cheng don’t need to be so polite."

Li Dingjian, sitting casually on the sofa by the side, accompanying his father in conversation, echoed:

"Frankly, if it were up to me, going to a hotel for a meal would be best, saving you from all the hassle, especially since customized festive dinners are popular now."

He now had none of his former lazy and dissolute demeanor.

Wearing a well-tailored brand-new suit, giving off a full sense of vitality, he faintly carried a successful person’s demeanor.

Li Dingjian initially intended to arrange for the family to have the New Year’s Eve dinner at East Capital’s highest-end hotel, but Li Biyun reckoned it lacked festive flavor, so he had to go along with his sister’s wishes.

"It’s not troublesome, it’s been so long since the house was this lively."

Li Biyun placed the sautéed shrimp on the table, beaming:

"It’s rare for everyone to sit together for a meal, how nice. Plus, Chengcheng also helped a lot."

Saying this, she gazed lovingly towards the kitchen direction, at the bustling figure of her son.

Fang Cheng, upon hearing, also turned and called out:

"You guys wait a bit longer, once this dish is done, we can start eating."

Soon, all the dishes were ready.

Everyone surrounded the dining table, the family not being particular about any rules, started to eat casually.

Li Biyun first served her father a bowl of steaming chicken soup.

The surface of the soup was covered with a layer of golden oil, with a few red dates and goji berries sprinkled, appearing very tempting and appetizing.

"Dad, you’ve just been discharged, drink more chicken soup to replenish, this is the old hen Chengcheng specifically bought from the countryside, simmered for several hours."

She bent slightly, looking at her father with concern in her eyes, speaking gently.

Hearing this was his grandson’s intention, the wrinkles on Li Zhenhua’s face seemed to blossom like a flower, nodding repeatedly in approval.

Seeing grandpa comfortably sip a little, Fang Cheng also broke into a smile.

The old hen was actually snatched from Ma Donghe’s place, said to be specially fed by Ma Jianguo with precious herbs, very nourishing.