37: Replicating culinary skills! Liu Yue'er's talent is astonishing!

"You've eaten a bit too much; have some digestive tea." Liu Yueer placed a cup of dark green tea in front of Han Fei.

Han Fei thanked her, then drank it in one gulp.

Immediately, the uncomfortable feeling of bloating vanished, but the sense of fullness remained; otherwise, Han Fei would have wanted another bowl.

"If I had known you made food this delicious, I wouldn't have gone to the noodle shop." Han Fei sighed, rubbing his stomach.

"Everything has its own flavor, but fried rice is my specialty. If you want to eat fried rice, I suggest you come here." Liu Yueer said with a playful wink.

"I definitely will next time."

Han Fei smiled, his gaze suddenly shifting toward the kitchen.

"Do you want to try my fried rice?"

This made Liu Yueer pause, even wondering if she had misheard him.

"You want to... make fried rice here?"

"Can I borrow your kitchen?" Han Fei nodded, then asked.

Liu Yueer hesitated for a moment before nodding. "You can. Follow me."

She was actually a little bewildered now, not understanding why Han Fei suddenly wanted to make fried rice.

Could it be that his culinary skills were high, and he wanted to show her?

Holding onto her confusion, Liu Yueer led Han Fei into the kitchen.

Like the storefront, this kitchen, despite its limited size, resembled an exquisite sparrow. Thanks to its ingenious design and layout, it maximized space utilization, showcasing a surprisingly "fully equipped" state.

As soon as Han Fei stepped inside, he could feel a compact and orderly rhythm, as if every corner and every inch of space contained the art of cooking.

The overall color scheme of the kitchen was dominated by crisp white, complemented by the cold luster of stainless steel appliances and the warm tones of wooden cabinets.

Rows of wall cabinets and base cabinets were embedded into the walls in a staggered arrangement, housing all kinds of cooking utensils and ingredients.

From sparkling knife sets to dazzling arrays of spice jars and neatly stacked fine porcelain, everything was in its proper place, orderly, reflecting the kitchen owner's meticulous and rigorous attitude toward life.

As Han Fei carefully examined the kitchen, Liu Yueer asked in his ear, "What ingredients do you need?"

Saying this, she walked over to the ingredient storage cabinet, which contained various ingredient treasure chest, most of which were black iron grade, with only a few bronze grade ones.

Most chefs use fresh ingredients, and ingredients just opened from a treasure chest are the freshest.

Therefore, those more particular chefs will choose fresh ingredients just opened from a treasure chest to prepare their dishes.

"I need rice and eggs, and scallions. You have leftovers in your fridge, right? No need to open new ones for me."

Han Fei planned to make egg fried rice; it was the only dish he knew how to make.

"You don't need fresh ingredients?" Liu Yueer asked, surprised.

The more skilled the chef, the more they care about the freshness of the ingredients. All the chefs Liu Yueer knew were like this, without exception.

"No need, using what's in the fridge is fine." Han Fei nodded.

For him, the freshness of the ingredients didn't matter; food made using Magical Culinary Arts would always be delicious.

Seeing Han Fei's insistence, Liu Yueer immediately lowered her expectations for his cooking skills.

She searched the fridge and then handed Han Fei a few relatively fresh eggs.

As for the rice, there was still some in the rice cooker, leftovers from the fried rice she had just made.

With the rice, eggs, and seasonings available, Han Fei prepared to start making the egg fried rice.

He skillfully lit the stove fire. The flames licked the bottom of the wok, and the pot gradually heated up until it glowed faintly red.

With a slight flick of his wrist, a ladle of clear cooking oil slid into the wok, instantly sparking a cheerful sizzling sound, and the aroma of oil filled the air.

However, Han Fei, who hadn't made fried rice in a while, was clearly rusty.

Holding the seasoning bottle, he nervously sprinkled the salt, causing the amount to be slightly excessive.

Next, when he poured the egg mixture into the hot oil, the golden egg curds he had expected failed to materialize. Due to insufficient stirring, parts of the egg solidified into clumps, losing that uniform, delicate aesthetic.

Looking at the somewhat messy scene in the wok, Han Fei couldn't help but laugh wryly and could only grit his teeth and continue frying.

All of this was naturally seen by Liu Yueer, who was quietly observing from the side.

Leaning against the door frame, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, she couldn't help but shake her head internally.

Han Fei's cooking skills, let alone comparing them to the apprentice chefs at the school, were significantly worse than hers when she was eight years old.

This caused the last shred of expectation Liu Yueer had for Han Fei to completely vanish.

She even started to hesitate about whether she should pretend to eat a bite later.

If Han Fei asked her for a critique, how should she respond to him?

Liu Yueer began rehearsing various possible dialogue scenarios in her mind, trying to find words that could honestly express her feelings while minimizing offense to Han Fei.

Han Fei took more than ten minutes to finish the simple fried rice, which, in the eyes of a professional like Liu Yueer, was completely novice level.

Finally, Han Fei sprinkled on the scallions and took the fried rice out of the wok. The Magical Culinary Arts he had kept activated in his hands also quietly faded away at this moment.

"Mission accomplished!"

Looking at the slightly burnt fried rice, Han Fei was actually a little embarrassed to ask Liu Yueer to try it.

He placed the fried rice in front of Liu Yueer and stuck the chopsticks into it.

Liu Yueer tried hard to conceal her distaste, forcing a smile as she said, "Hmm, it's not bad. For a non-professional, this is an acceptable standard."

"Try it, the taste should be pretty good." Han Fei chuckled.

"Uh..."

Hearing this, Liu Yueer's expression subtly changed, and a faint wrinkle appeared on her forehead.

As an experienced Star-rated chef, she could accurately judge the flavor profile just by glancing at the fried rice when it came out of the wok.

Although the fried rice in front of her wasn't inedible, to her discerning palate, it probably only fell into the category of "barely swallowable."

If anyone else invited her to taste such a mediocre dish, Liu Yueer would certainly refuse without hesitation.

However, the person sitting opposite her was her brother's roommate, Brother Fei, who was often mentioned in phone calls and with whom her brother had a close relationship.

Thinking of this, a wave of complex emotions surged in Liu Yueer's heart.

If she didn't take a bite, she would undoubtedly cause him to lose face, but if she reluctantly tasted it, how should she respond to the potentially embarrassing flavor?

With a soft sigh, Liu Yueer ultimately chose to compromise.

She secretly told herself to just take a small bite and then give a simple review. As for words of praise, facing such subpar fried rice, she truly couldn't bring herself to utter them.

With these thoughts, Liu Yueer slowly picked up the chopsticks stuck in the fried rice, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if she were forcing herself to do something unpleasant.

However, the instant that small mouthful of rice touched the tip of her tongue, Liu Yueer's eyes immediately widened.

The bland or even terrible taste she had expected did not appear. Instead, there was a shocking deliciousness!

"How can it be so delicious?!"

Liu Yueer stared in astonishment at the chopsticks in her hand, then at the seemingly ordinary plate of fried rice in front of her, her heart filled with shock and confusion.

She truly could not understand why a plate of fried rice that looked utterly unremarkable, even slightly flawed, contained such astonishing deliciousness!

"How is it? The taste isn't bad, right?"

Han Fei watched Liu Yueer with a cheerful smile; he could tell from her expression that the effect of the magic enchantment had taken hold.

"Why is it so delicious?"

Liu Yueer's eyes flickered with a hazy brilliance as she gazed at the egg fried rice, as if she had fallen into some marvelous culinary illusion.

Her gaze drifted between the golden rice grains, the tender scrambled egg pieces, and the scattered scallions, trying to find the hidden magical secret within this seemingly ordinary appearance.

Yet, no matter how she looked at it, this fried rice was so ordinary—so ordinary that Liu Yueer felt she could have made it when she was seven years old.

"How exactly did you do it?" Liu Yueer looked intently at Han Fei.

Han Fei wore a calm smile, shrugging lightly. "It's a secret."

Looking at Han Fei's casual and nonchalant attitude, and then at the unremarkable egg fried rice in the bowl, Han Fei's image gradually became mysterious and lofty in Liu Yueer's eyes, as if he were a Great Master of cooking hidden in the marketplace, using the simplest and most common ingredients to create a stunning feast for the senses.

"If it's delicious, eat more. I fried up a whole large bowl, so don't waste it."

Han Fei's words sounded timely, carrying a hint of teasing.

The more Liu Yueer ate and the more satisfied she was with the dish, the more abilities Han Fei could copy from her through Deliciousness Exchange.

Liu Yueer shifted her gaze back to the fried rice. She had actually eaten dinner, so she wasn't very hungry right now.

But the unremarkable egg fried rice in front of her aroused an endless appetite. Her stomach even started rumbling, as if urging her to quickly devour all the fried rice.

Liu Yueer swallowed, no longer able to suppress her body's most primal desire for food. She immediately picked up the bowl and shoveled large mouthfuls of fried rice into her mouth.

"Delicious! Delicious!"

This fried rice seemed to possess a kind of magic; every bite offered a unique flavor, making one wish to keep eating it forever.

While Liu Yueer ate, Han Fei was not idle; he continuously copied her abilities through Deliciousness Exchange from the side.

As Liu Yueer swallowed mouthfuls of fried rice, Han Fei's brain acted like a high-speed processor, rapidly absorbing, analyzing, and storing the essence of Liu Yueer's culinary skills.

Countless fragments of knowledge—regarding ingredient pairing, heat control, and seasoning techniques—surged into his mind, flowing into his brain like a steady stream, allowing his culinary skills to achieve unimaginable improvements in a short period.

In just a few minutes, the large bowl of egg fried rice was completely emptied under Liu Yueer's swift, sweeping attack.

She put down her bowl and chopsticks, let out a satisfied sigh, and then a loud burp escaped her lips—the most direct and pure compliment the body could give to delicious food.

Han Fei handed her a cup of dark green digestive tea. "Have some tea to settle down; you ate too fast."

Liu Yueer took the tea and drank a sip, immediately feeling relief, her face still showing lingering satisfaction from the fried rice.

Han Fei leaned against the door frame, closing his eyes to quietly sense the abilities that Deliciousness Exchange had copied for him.

This time, the harvest for Han Fei far exceeded his expectations.

Through Deliciousness Exchange, he directly copied the essence of Liu Yueer's culinary skills, honed over more than ten years!

This included everything from judging ingredient freshness, stir-frying techniques, knife skills, and the use of cooking utensils, to precise control over heat, and even some unique secret recipes, innovative concepts, and insightful views on the art of seasoning.

Han Fei memorized so many culinary skills in the span of a single meal.

This made him marvel at the terrifying nature of Forbidden Magic; it was simply astounding and defied all logic.

The only hidden danger might be the misfortune that may or may not arrive.

After copying Liu Yueer's abilities, Han Fei also learned what assessments were required to transfer to the Gourmet Academy.

The Gourmet major at Tianhe City Third Hunter University is definitely ranked in the top ten nationwide and is quite famous worldwide, so the difficulty of admission is naturally very high.

Every year, at least hundreds of thousands of people globally apply for the Gourmet major at Tianhe City Third Hunter University, but the number of people who successfully pass the assessment has never exceeded one thousand, and in the year with the fewest successful applicants, it was fewer than one hundred.

Furthermore, transferring from another college into the Gourmet Academy is even more difficult; sometimes, not a single person succeeds for several years. Even those who do succeed often just barely pass and are assigned to the lowest level F class.

However, Han Fei now had absolute confidence that he could pass the Gourmet Academy's transfer exam with excellent results, even having the chance to directly enter the elite S class!

"Liu Yueer is actually a third-year S class student. I never expected that."

Han Fei gazed at Liu Yueer, who was sitting gracefully in her chair, gently rubbing her abdomen with a look of peaceful contentment, and a sense of respect rose deep within him.

This seemingly ordinary girl was not only an S class student but had also obtained the One-Star Gourmet Hunter certificate!

The One-Star Gourmet Hunter certificate is no simple feat; it is a symbol of strength in the world's culinary community!

Annually, only a few thousand people nationwide manage to overcome numerous challenges and claim this glorious honor.

These people are mostly Great Master chefs who have already made a name for themselves and possess deep experience in the Dragon Kingdom's culinary world.

University students like Liu Yueer who obtain the One-Star Gourmet Hunter certificate before graduation are not unprecedented, but they are certainly rare Phoenix feathers and Dragon scales.

Regarding her Aptitude, calling her a "Genius" is absolutely well-deserved, and no one would disagree.

Although Han Fei did not copy all of her culinary skills, it could even be said that he only copied a small portion.

Yet, just this small portion of ability was enough for Han Fei to graduate from the Gourmet Academy!

If others knew this, it would definitely shock them completely.

Because the graduation rate of the Gourmet Academy at Tianhe City Third Hunter University is less than 10%.

Many students have to repeat two or three years just to barely graduate.

In other words, if Liu Yueer wanted to, she could graduate from the Gourmet Academy at Tianhe City Third Hunter University at any time.

At her age, holding a graduation certificate from a top Gourmet University, plus the One-Star Gourmet Hunter certificate, any five-star restaurant worldwide would extend an olive branch to her; her future is truly bright.

However, she chose not to do so, instead opening an inconspicuous restaurant in this secluded corner, which made Han Fei increasingly curious about her.