“Your body is too skinny, your strength is too weak, you can’t even lift a pot, let’s start with hanging sandbags.” After leading Harry into the kitchen, Peng Ying Zòng looked Harry up and down, shook his head and said.
“Yes.” Harry nodded obediently, whatever Peng Ying Zòng asked him to practice, he would practice.
Peng Ying Zòng was very satisfied with Harry's attitude.
After all, the Westerners he had met were all arrogant and looked down on people with their noses.
“Tomorrow, I’ll go back and prepare some training tools for you. We will start practicing basic skills tomorrow. Today you stay in the kitchen and watch me plate the dishes. Chinese food is different from your Western food, different dishes have different plates.” Peng Ying Zòng said.
“Okay, Master.” Harry nodded again.
Harry thought that this street had fewer people, so the business shouldn't be very good.
But he was wrong.
This street indeed had fewer people, but when it was time for dinner, the restaurant couldn’t fit everyone in, and there was even a bunch of people lining up at the door, looking inside and waiting for someone to finish so they could grab a seat.
Harry had also seen restaurants outside, but they would never do this.
If it was full, they could just go to another restaurant to eat, there was no need to queue up outside, right?
Peng Qin Xuan couldn’t handle it alone, so Harry hurried over to help, cleaning tables, passing dishes and serving dishes.
Then after 2 p.m., Peng Qin Xuan wiped the sweat off her forehead and hung a "Closed for the day" sign on the door.
“Come over to eat.” Peng Ying Zòng walked out with two plates, facing Peng Qin Xuan and Harry.
Harry felt his stomach was already growling. His appetite was much bigger than before. He had been working non-stop at noon and his physical exertion was much more than in school, so his stomach was even hungrier.
“Harry is tired too, come over and eat quickly.” Peng Qin Xuan smiled slightly at Harry and handed him a bowl of rice.
“Thank you, Peng Jie Jie.” Harry thanked politely and took the bowl.
“Do you know how to use chopsticks? Um, never mind, eat.” Peng Qin Xuan was about to ask Harry if he knew how to use chopsticks to eat, but when she saw Harry picking up a piece of meat and putting it in his bowl, looking at her with confusion.
She swallowed her words.
Harry tasted a piece of meat.
He was immediately stunned.
What was he eating?
Was it meat?
No, how could meat taste like this.
He wasn't new to eating meat.
How could meat be so delicious?
How could there be such extraordinary meat in this world.
Even counting the memories from his dream, he had never tasted such delicious meat.
Otherwise, he would definitely not have any memory of this.
Maybe both the real him and the him in the dream were poor and couldn’t afford the dishes made by a chef like Peng Ying Zòng.
Aunt Petunia's cooking was considered pretty good, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to raise Dudley and Vernon to their size.
But compared to Peng Ying Zòng’s cooking, Aunt Petunia’s cooking was simply incomparable.
Aunt Petunia was half a pound of scrap iron, while Peng Ying Zòng was eight taels of gold.
Damn, after taking one bite of meat, he was even hungrier, what should he do?
Then just eat more.
Eating meat wasn’t enough, so Harry quickly ate a few mouthfuls of rice.
He wanted to ask Peng Ying Zòng what kind of meat this was.
Why was it so delicious!
But his mouth had its own ideas.
It just wanted to eat meat now, not to talk.
Talking would only affect his eating speed.
Peng Qin Xuan saw Harry’s eating speed and didn’t find it strange at all.
Everyone who came to the restaurant to eat for the first time ate like this.
She only poured Harry a glass of water, lest he choked.
“Dad, make more next time, otherwise it won’t be enough.” Peng Qin Xuan said to Peng Ying Zòng.
“Yeah, we need to make more, kids are still growing.” Peng Ying Zòng glanced at Harry who was constantly stuffing his face and nodded.
“Don’t just eat meat, eat some vegetables.” Peng Ying Zòng picked up a piece of Chinese cabbage and gave it to Harry.
“Hmm… ” Harry was busy eating, so he couldn't answer Peng Ying Zòng, he could only respond with his nose.
Harry didn't know what dish Peng Ying Zòng's meat was called, but he did know this dish.
Steamed Chinese cabbage.
In his memory, steamed Chinese cabbage belonged to Cantonese cuisine. The quality of the Chinese cabbage was very important, and the control of the heat when cooking the Chinese cabbage was also very important. The heat controlled the texture, too early and the Chinese cabbage wouldn’t be cooked, too late and the Chinese cabbage would be soft and not tasty. The sauce controlled the flavor.
But he had seen steamed Chinese cabbage in his memory, it wasn’t like the Chinese cabbage in Peng Ying Zòng’s dish.
Peng Ying Zòng's carefully prepared steamed Chinese cabbage was emerald green, like a jade sculpture meticulously crafted by a jade sculptor, radiating a crystal clear luster, placed in the dish, it looked like a verdant mountain peak.
The Chinese cabbage was tender and crisp, refreshing and flavorful.
He had found the right master.
At this moment, there was only one thought in Harry's mind.
Even if there was no salary, he had to work here, as long as he was fed.
The next day.
Harry came to the restaurant early as usual.
When Peng Ying Zòng and Peng Qin Xuan came over.
Harry saw two sandbags in Peng Ying Zòng’s hand.
Harry ran over and took them.
“Five-pound sandbags, from now on when you come here in the morning, hang the sandbags for an hour first, your strength is too weak.” Peng Ying Zòng passed them to him and said casually.
“Yes, Master!” Harry nodded.
Harry put on the sandbags and started practicing.
From today onwards, he officially started practicing basic skills.
Peng Ying Zòng glanced at him, said nothing, and went into the restaurant with Peng Qin Xuan to prepare.
Five-pound sandbags.
It was five pounds in total, each sandbag weighed 2.5 pounds.
It looked very light.
Harry thought so too.
After 15 minutes, he realized he was wrong.
Now he felt like the sandbags on his hands were like a mountain, pressing down on his arms.
His outstretched arms were constantly trembling, he was about to give up.
Peng Ying Zòng was right, his strength was still too weak. A six-year-old child, due to long-term malnutrition, was much thinner than other children of the same age.
He was at his limit!
“Healing!”
Harry cast a Healing spell on himself, restoring his body to its peak condition.
Continue practicing.
This time, he persisted for two minutes longer than last time.
“Healing!”
Come on.
Harry cheered himself up.
Unbeknownst to him, Peng Ying Zòng was observing him.
His brows furrowed slightly.
“What’s wrong, Dad?” Peng Qin Xuan asked curiously.
“It’s strange, based on Harry's physique, I estimated that he would be exhausted after 15 minutes at most, how could he persist for so long?” Peng Ying Zòng was puzzled. A chef also tested his eyesight. He thought that his eyesight should be pretty good.
No matter how good Peng Ying Zòng was, he wouldn’t think that Harry could use magic.
A normal person wouldn’t have such a thought.
“Maybe he has a talent.” Peng Qin Xuan said indifferently, this was the explanation of a normal person.
She wasn’t interested in cooking at all.
“Maybe.” Peng Ying Zòng nodded, took a deep look at Harry, then went into the kitchen to prepare the dishes.
Harry had cast Healing four times and completed the hour of sandbag training.
Having magic was great, Harry felt this way for the first time.
Although Healing was a level-one spell, it was very useful. Harry could feel that Healing wasn’t just about healing injuries, but a restoration of vitality.
After he finished the sandbag training and used the Healing spell, he didn’t have any side effects, but felt energetic, and his whole body had returned to peak condition.