Brush Up Your Proficiency

The journey home always feels faster; the group returned with the joy of their harvest.

As everyone knows, land in the countryside is very cheap, completely incomparable to the city.

Therefore, villagers' courtyards are usually very spacious and open, enough to park several cars.

Wang Hao's family was naturally no exception. The truck full of wheat drove smoothly into the yard, which really saved Wang Hao a lot of effort.

The house also had a small room dedicated to storing grain, planned out when the house was built, showing how much people valued grain in the past. As the old saying goes: 'With grain in hand, you won't panic.'

Wang Hao had his father help secure the bags of wheat on the truck, while he ran back and forth below, carrying the wheat bags into the room one by one.

Wang Lan and her mother, Liu Zhi, wanted to help, but they lacked the strength, so they could only assist in the room by straightening the bags or lending a hand.

At this moment, Wang Hao had become the de facto pillar of the family.

Watching her son carry those bags weighing over a hundred pounds, busily working back and forth, Liu Zhi felt both heartache and comforted by her son's outstanding performance.

Father Wang Lin also showed a look of relief, looking at his strong and sturdy son, a sense of pride welled up in his heart. This was his son, although not as impressive as the Zhu family's son who got into a famous university, he was still outstanding in the village.

As for Wang Lan, there was no need to say more. As a fangirl, the look in her eyes towards her brother was full of shining light, like an idol.

As the last bag of wheat was stored away and the driver was seen off, Wang Hao's family's annual wheat harvest finally came to an end.

Looking at the room filled with wheat, Wang Hao thought: If his younger self knew that the wheat harvesting nightmare that once caused him so much pain and dread could now be completed in just three or four hours, he would probably be shocked.

Mother Liu Zhi also stood in front of the small room filled with wheat, her face filled with a satisfied and joyful smile. She turned to her son and said:

"Xiao Hao, we really owe it to you this time. If it were just your dad and me, we'd probably be working until twelve o'clock at night!"

Father Wang Lin also nodded in agreement, looking at Wang Hao with a smile.

Although they successfully completed this wheat harvest battle, which was relatively easy compared to the past, Wang Lin's physical exhaustion was also evident.

Wang Lin thought: He usually does physical labor, and he already feels tired, let alone the two children, wouldn't their exhaustion be even greater?

"Mother, go make some food. After doing such heavy physical work, the two children must be hungry. They only ate a little in the field for dinner, it wasn't enough!" Wang Lin said to Liu Zhi.

After working continuously for three or four hours, Wang Lan was also exhausted.

Despite her physical fatigue, the sensible Wang Lan still took the initiative to stand up and said: "Mom, you and Dad should go rest. Let me and my brother cook!"

For some time now, Wang Lan had become accustomed to the delicious food made by Wang Hao's advanced cooking skills.

In the field, when she tasted the food cooked by her mother, although every bite was full of the taste of maternal love, it was still different compared to Wang Hao's cooking.

At this moment, lacking physical strength, she was also eager to eat the food made by Wang Hao.

"You should let your brother rest for a while! He did all the heavy work just now, you don't even know how to care for your brother!" Liu Zhi frowned slightly with dissatisfaction.

However, he also knew that his parents had always maintained a frugal habit, and they were already used to this way of life. Even if he wanted to change them, Wang Hao was powerless and could only sigh helplessly.

If the ingredients and seasonings are insufficient, then it must be compensated by skill. Fortunately, Wang Hao has such skills.

When he started cooking, the entire kitchen seemed to be immediately shrouded in a mysterious magnetic field, so that Wang Lan, who originally wanted to help, could only stand obediently aside, becoming a vase.

Although she had witnessed Wang Hao cooking many times, Wang Lan still loved watching Wang Hao cook, seemingly firmly believing in a truth: The man who cooks seriously is the most handsome.

For high-end ingredients, often only the most simple cooking method is needed.

Now that the family of four had consumed too much energy and were physically exhausted, they urgently needed a bowl of carbohydrates to replenish the lost energy.

So, Wang Hao decided to make the "egg drop noodle soup" that his mother often made. This kind of noodle is called "scallion oil noodle" in some places, but their methods are similar. The only difference may be the person in charge of the cooking.

At this moment, Wang Hao's advanced cooking skills continued to exert their power, and a protesting tremor came from his hand, as if the cooking skills were complaining that they had not been fully utilized today, unable to fully display themselves, in order to highlight their own value.

Wang Hao didn't care about this, just operated quietly. Because he hadn't been home for a long time, he wasn't so familiar with the kitchen at home, but this didn't prevent him from displaying his cooking skills as smoothly as flowing clouds and flowing water.

He stretched the noodles to the ideal width, then skillfully heated the pot and added oil. As bursts of fragrance wafted out, he poured in an appropriate amount of water and waited for it to boil. Then he put the vegetables and noodles into the pot together and precisely added various seasonings in turn.

When the last step was completed, the whole set of actions was done in one go, like a wonderful performance, everything seemed so natural and logical.

Along with the appearance of the system prompt:

"Congratulations, advanced cooking proficiency + 2, current proficiency: advanced cooking 512 / 10000"

After a short set of combos, Wang Hao successfully gained two points of proficiency.

"Mom and Dad, come and eat!" Seeing that her brother's masterpiece was completed, Wang Lan couldn't wait to call her parents to come and eat.

Turning his gaze to the dining table, he saw only two sets of tableware placed on it, which were obviously what his parents often used.

In the village, except for some gatherings when relatives come, there are usually few times to entertain guests. In the eyes of his parents, two bowls are enough for daily life, and the rest of the bowls have been put away.

Wang Lan found the bowls that Liu Zhi had placed properly and carefully washed two for use.