LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 572 - 570 Special Buff
Chapter 572: Chapter 570 Special Buff
Without a doubt, a brand-new name lit up in the recipe column.
Zheng Da (1/1)
[Walnut Cake A-level]
Creator: Zheng Da
Dish Details: A portion of walnut cake that excels in color, aroma, and taste, crafted by a Master White Chef. Despite its high quality, it’s sold at an extremely affordable price. The fragrance and flavor alone are enough to win over the vast majority of customers. Even if the customer eats it when it’s not at its peak condition and the walnut cake doesn’t quite suit their taste, it becomes an unforgettable food in their life because it was the last gift her father personally gave her before he passed away. She has never experienced the hidden fatherly love within this walnut cake, a love never expressed through words nor outspoken comments.
This dish is not limited in the number of times it can be made.
Friendly Annotation: Because this dish represents the most unforgettable and indelible memory in Fang Yaqing’s life, consuming it under special circumstances will grant a unique buff that conveys an indescribable sense of fatherly love. The effect varies from person to person and can only take effect once for each customer.
Friendly Tip: The difficulty of this dish far exceeds the current level of players in the white case, and there is a 100% chance of failure in its creation.
Jiang Feng fell deep into thought as he read the details of the walnut cake.
Based on the game’s explanation, he understood why Zheng Da’s walnut cake became an unforgettable memory for Fang Yaqing that, even after 10 years, would still resonate with her upon a single bite.
However, what he couldn’t understand was why Fang Yaqing, whose last name was Fang and not Li or Chen, seemed unconnected to Professor Li and Chen Suhua; her father’s appearance in her memories did not resemble either of them. What’s more, Chen Suhua had never mentioned her to Jiang Feng, and clearly, Fang Yaqing was not very familiar with Professor Li based on her attitude when talking to him.
So why was Professor Li so enthusiastic with Fang Yaqing?
In terms of relations, Fang Yaqing was merely the student of a student of Professor Li; Professor Li wasn’t necessarily even that enthusiastic toward his own direct disciples.
Back in his days at UAL University, Professor Li’s reputation was well-known in the entire physics department; every student would pray that he didn’t end up teaching their class before the class schedule was released each year.
Professor Li was notorious for failing students without mercy, not sparing a single one who slipped through the cracks. Typically, professors with a large number of doctoral and master’s students under their tutelage are reluctant to teach undergraduate classes, only taking on one course per semester and often having teaching assistants fill in. Yet, Professor Li was keen on teaching undergraduates, sometimes taking on two or three classes in a semester and even remembering the faces of students who frequently failed, like Wang Hao.
Such a strict mentor only emphasized his unusual attitude toward Fang Yaqing.
Jiang Feng spent a long time in the restroom pondering without coming to a conclusion. He decided to head back to the kitchen to finish his work and later send a WeChat message to Professor Li to get Fang Yaqing’s WeChat contact. He planned to use this as a pretext to inquire about her, hoping to learn something new.
Maybe Fang Yaqing was a distant cousin of his. More sisters meant more paths to explore, and who knows, maybe he could turn Fang Yaqing into a regular at Taifeng Building.
If she had enough funds, that is.
Having figured these things out, Jiang Feng returned to the kitchen. Once there, Jiang Jiankang even went out of his way to ask why it took so long to serve a dish and whether he had been chatting with Professor Li and the others.
“Didn’t chat much, just said a few words. I was delayed a bit because I went to the restroom. Dad, how many dishes do you have left? If it’s not too many, let me do them all.” Feeling guilty about slacking off and leaving the work to his own father, Jiang Feng offered to take on the tasks proactively, allowing his father to slack off in turn.
In the past, Jiang Jiankang would’ve leaped at the chance to slack off and would immediately drop everything to hide behind the cupboards for a rest. Even though the cupboards were no longer there, Jiang Feng believed Jiang Jiankang could still find other spots to slack off.
But today, Jiang Jiankang refused.
With a strange look in his eyes, Jiang Jiankang sized up Jiang Feng, his face filled with concern and a hint of worry: “Son, did you not sleep well last night? Do you need to rest a bit more? Dad can handle these dishes for you, no problem!”
Jiang Feng was shocked.
Was this really his dad?
Was this the dad who stole his pocket money to buy a kitchen knife?
“Dad!” Jiang Feng was so moved he didn’t know what to say.
“Son, go get some rest!” Jiang Jiankang patted Jiang Feng’s shoulder. “If you’re feeling unwell, rest more. You didn’t eat much at noon and must be hungry now. Why don’t you sit at your ‘uncle grandpa’s’ table and have some food, then head back to rest afterward?”
Jiang Feng felt a thousand words clogging his heart, unable to express them all; in the end, all he could muster was gratitude: “Thank you, Dad. You’ve worked hard!”
“It’s not hard, go eat!” Jiang Jiankang carried the tray to cook the next dish.
Since he was going to eat, it definitely wouldn’t be suitable to wear a chef’s uniform in the hall. Jiang Feng went to the changing room, got dressed, and then excitedly headed towards Professor Li’s table.
Meanwhile, after finishing a dish, Jiang Jiankang sneaked off to a corner, took out a cell phone hidden in his trouser pocket like a spy who couldn’t last past the title sequence, and sent a WeChat message to Jiang Shoucheng.
Jiang Jiankang: Chengcheng, about that thing you told me a while ago, I’ve thought about it and I think it’s really necessary to have Feng get a full body check-up at the hospital. Set a time, and I’ll find a way to get Feng there.
After hitting send, Jiang Jiankang felt a weight lifted off his shoulders and went back to his work station to start working hard again.
Everything was for his son!
Jiang Weiguo, who witnessed all this: …
What crazy thing is this fool son of mine doing now?
Jiang Weiming noticed Jiang Weiguo staring at Jiang Jiankang with a displeased face, thinking he was angry that Jiankang took over all of Feng’s duties and let Feng slack off, he advised: “Jiankang is just being kind. Feng looked so out of it when he came this morning, it’s good for him to rest outside.”
“I’m not angry.” Jiang Weiguo just couldn’t stand seeing Jiankang’s lazy antics. He thought he was being sneaky, but the kitchen was so small; how hidden could a man over 200 pounds be?
You could still see him even behind the rack, let alone just hiding in a corner.
“Now Feng is grown up, and I can’t hit him. If he did this as a child, I would’ve hung him up and whipped him.” Jiang Weiguo started with his tough talk. He had whipped every Jiang family child except Feng.
“Young people are all like that nowadays. With phones being so entertaining, it’s not just young people; I bet Jianguo and the others like to play on their phones at night too,” Jiang Weiming said with a laugh, trying to smooth things over. “Just educate them verbally, there’s no need to hit the kids.”
“Ah, it’s 7 o’clock, I’ll go out for a bit. The new drama I’ve been following just updated,” Jiang Weiming glanced at his watch. “I never knew where to find these shows before and always had to have Jianshe help me project them onto the TV. But Xiaoran, that kid, figured it out for me, he downloaded that what’s-it-called APP thing, and now I can watch it on my phone.”
“It’s just that the phone screen is too small to see the words clearly. Xiaoran said he’d buy me a tablet for Labor Day; the bigger screen on the tablet will make it easier to see.” Jiang Weiming walked away cheerfully.
Jiang Weiguo: …
I suspect you just wanted to brag that your grandson is getting you a tablet for Labor Day.