Brush Up Your Proficiency

"Wow, what is this flavor? How can it be so fragrant!" As Wang Hao moved with light steps, a rich and captivating aroma of food, like an invisible ribbon, gently wafted open, spreading all the way.

This tempting fragrance instantly attracted the attention of passersby, who stopped one after another, their noses vigorously sniffing the mouthwatering scent in the air, their faces filled with doubt and eagerness as they questioned each other.

You should know that this hotel is no ordinary place; it is the designated hotel for the National Culinary Competition!

The chefs working here are all leaders and masters in the culinary world, and the guests are all skilled, possessing outstanding cooking abilities.

However, when they smelled this unique aroma, they all felt a sense of great pressure, as if facing a formidable enemy.

It was as if this fragrance concealed a peerless chef, declaring war on them with invisible pressure.

But Wang Hao didn't care about the reactions of those around him. The purpose of his cooking this time was to thank Tang Guoliang for his arrangements.

Finally, he arrived at the door, raised his hand, and gently knocked a few times.

Soon, the door opened, and Tang Guoliang's slightly surprised face appeared before him.

Before Tang Guoliang could speak, his gaze was drawn as if by a magnet, firmly locked onto the dishes Wang Hao was holding.

Each exquisite dish, whether in color, aroma, or presentation, was eye-catching and delightful.

Especially for Tang Guoliang, who was familiar with Wang Hao's culinary style and uniqueness, he could tell at a glance that these delicacies must have come from Wang Hao's hands.

That unique seasoning technique and superb cooking skills had long been deeply imprinted in his taste bud memory.

"Xiao Wang, what are you doing? You just got off the plane, why are you so busy preparing a meal!" Tang Guoliang said, though the joy in his heart was hard to conceal.

This feeling of being valued and cared for was like the warm sun in winter, warming his heart.

"You must have been exhausted from the journey! This is just a small effort!" Wang Hao said with a smile, deftly placing the colorful and fragrant dishes neatly on the table.

In no time, the table was filled with a dazzling array of delicacies.

In a warm and pleasant atmosphere, the two sat facing each other and began to feast.

They ate and chatted, and the topic naturally turned to cooking.

Tang Guoliang carefully savored the dishes prepared by Wang Hao, each bite like a wonderful journey for his taste buds.

Unconsciously, his body, which had been slightly heavy due to travel fatigue, gradually became lighter, and his spirits became more and more invigorated, even better than when he had just woken up.

At this time, Tang Guoliang was secretly amazed, and he couldn't help but think:

"I never thought that the dishes made by this kid, Wang Hao, would have such magical effects!

Not only can they stimulate the appetite, but they also have an immediate effect on relieving physical fatigue. It's really incredible!

This young man's attainments in cooking are truly unfathomable and terrifying!"

Thinking of this, Tang Guoliang was even more confident and expectant for the final match the day after tomorrow.

After the meal, Tang Guoliang and Wang Hao did not immediately leave the table, but carefully reviewed the competition arrangements for the next day.

They carefully analyzed the various situations they might encounter and discussed corresponding strategies.

After an in-depth exchange and discussion, the two were satisfied and ended the meeting, then returned to their respective rooms to rest, conserving their energy for the final the day after tomorrow.

After Wang Hao leisurely returned to his residence, he seemed somewhat lazy and relaxed.

Unlike most people who would take advantage of their free time to go for a walk and enjoy the beautiful scenery around them, he unhurriedly took out the treasured book "Lao Zhuang" from his backpack.

For Wang Hao, the pleasant feeling brought by reading this book, which contains profound wisdom and philosophical thought, was no less than others indulging in exciting games.

When he opened the pages, he seemed to enter a wonderful world completely different from the real one.

The philosophical words in the book flowed into his heart like a gurgling stream, making him so engrossed that he couldn't extricate himself.

Unconsciously, time passed quietly, and Wang Hao, completely immersed in the world of "Lao Zhuang", did not realize how quickly time flew.

It wasn't until the gradually darkening sky outside the window reminded him that it was time for dinner.

Wang Hao reluctantly closed the book and checked the system notification.

It showed the results of this reading: a full 520 points of advanced reading proficiency!

Adding to the original accumulation, his advanced reading skill proficiency had reached 3946/10000.

Seeing such significant progress, Wang Hao couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, a smile on his lips.

However, focusing on reading for a long time still made him feel that his mental strength had been consumed to a certain extent, but fortunately, this consumption was still within an acceptable range.

So, Wang Hao decided to put down the book for the time being and stop reading.

He stood up, stretched his slightly stiff body, and then, as he had done at noon, walked towards the hotel's back kitchen.

Only this time, he was not going to cook delicious dishes himself, but carefully selected three dishes and a soup, and asked the kitchen to help prepare them and send them to Tang Guoliang's room.

However, what was quite interesting was that when Wang Hao stepped into the back kitchen, all the chefs looked at him with an unspeakable respect.

Although Wang Hao knew the reason behind this respect, he could only shake his head helplessly in the face of this situation.

After all, the long-standing rules of the culinary world, which do not distinguish between generations, had been deeply imprinted in everyone's minds.

After dinner, Wang Hao and Tang Guoliang took a short walk together to help digest the food and relax.

In this way, Shen Xingyan gradually fell into a dream accompanied by the profound thoughts of "Lao Zhuang".