After finishing his sandbag training, Harry ran to find Peng Ying Zong.
Seeing Harry after he finished his sandbag training, still full of energy and not showing any signs of fatigue, Peng Ying Zong fell into deep suspicion.
"You, don't you feel tired?" Peng Ying Zong asked cautiously.
The hand behind his back had already clenched the cleaver.
He somewhat suspected that Harry wasn't human, perhaps a werewolf, or a vampire.
Didn't the West have such legends?
Which normal human child, with such a thin and small body, could be more energetic after hanging on the sandbag than before?
It could only be a werewolf or a vampire.
"Tired, yes. The first time I hung on the sandbag, I only lasted for 15 minutes." Harry confessed honestly.
That's right, he said that his eyesight wouldn't be wrong.
"But I didn't see you resting!" Peng Ying Zong asked the crucial question.
"Hehe, maybe I have a strong recovery ability." Harry planned to dodge the question.
Peng Ying Zong heard Harry's words, his hand gripping the cleaver even tighter.
Strong recovery ability.
Wasn't this a special ability only possessed by werewolves or vampires?
Damn it, the West is really unsafe.
Even more damn is that his kitchen knife wasn't made of silver, maybe it wouldn't do any harm to him.
Seeing Peng Ying Zong's expression, as if saying "Do you think I'm an idiot?", Harry felt that he could no longer hide it.
Perhaps, facing this person, the first one who cared about him, 6-year-old Harry felt that he could trust him.
Perhaps because of the magic he received, Harry's perception now was stronger than before, he could vaguely sense the other's attitude towards him, whether it was kind or malicious.
Peng Ying Zong's attitude towards him was kind.
"Master, I actually have magic." Harry said his little secret to Peng Ying Zong with a serious face.
Peng Ying Zong's wrist had already flipped over, ready to chop at any time.
Even if it wasn't made of silver, but if he chopped at the head and neck, it should be able to cause some damage, right?
Seeing Peng Ying Zong not speaking, Harry himself started to get anxious, how could his master believe his words.
Healing!
Harry cast a healing spell on Peng Ying Zong.
Peng Ying Zong felt his body being caressed by a warm and soft stream of water.
The fatigue in his body instantly disappeared, his spirit lifted, feeling better than ever, as if he had returned to his younger years, full of boundless energy.
"Master, do you believe it now?" Harry said with a smile.
"This... ." Peng Ying Zong looked at Harry with a complicated expression, secretly loosening his grip on the cleaver in his hand.
Peng Ying Zong believed Harry's words, he couldn't help but believe, the facts were right in front of him.
But he still told Harry that he shouldn't tell anyone about his magic, including Peng Qin Xuan.
It would be better for everyone.
Harry nodded.
Although he was only 6 years old, he had 20 years of experience in his dreams, although he had forgotten most of it, he still understood the word "cautious".
He only revealed his magic to Peng Ying Zong, the first person who cared about him and whom he regarded as his master.
He didn't even tell Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.
"Okay, now I'll teach you knife skills." Peng Ying Zong looked at Harry, his expression softened.
Time slowly passed for 5 years.
It was 1991, Harry was 11 years old.
"Senior brother, two orders of braised prawns."
"Okay."
"Senior brother, one order of crab roe lion's head."
"Got it."
"Senior brother, one order of snowflake chicken."
"Okay!!!"
At this moment, Harry was wearing a chef's uniform, standing on the stove, constantly flipping and stir-frying the pan, effortlessly and at ease.
11-year-old Harry was almost a different person compared to when he was 6 years old.
He was already 155CM tall, with clearly defined muscle lines on his exposed forearms, sharp eyes, and emerald green eyes like gems, faintly radiating light.
His whole body exuded a sense of energy and spirit.
Moreover, looking at his body, you could tell he was strong and powerful, yes, you wouldn't want to mess with him.
In the past 5 years, Peng Ying Zong had taken on several more apprentices, all older than Harry.
But Harry was senior in terms of seniority.
Peng's Restaurant had also moved locations, from the original secluded small street to a street with more foot traffic.
This street originally had many restaurants or eateries.
Then, as they were doing business, they discovered that they had no business.
Yes, they had no business, inexplicably.
They went bankrupt inexplicably.
They went into debt inexplicably.
The tears of sadness flowed inexplicably from the boss's eyes.
Then Peng Ying Zong bought their restaurant and continuously expanded it.
Peng's Restaurant could no longer be called a restaurant.
Calling it Peng's Restaurant was more appropriate, it could have been even bigger, but they couldn't handle it.
So Peng Ying Zong stopped expanding, choosing to stabilize for a while, waiting for his apprentices to grow up before expanding again.
Anyway, no one was competing with them.
What did it matter if it was earlier or later?
After the lunch time passed, a "closed for business" sign was hung up at the door.
Of course, it wasn't Peng Qin Xuan who hung up the sign, Peng Ying Zong found a private school for her to continue her studies.
In 1991 England, it was still easy for foreign students to get in, as long as you made a donation.
Peng Ying Zong didn't mind, anyway, I give you how much, you will still return it to me, after all, the school's board of directors are all regulars here.
"Zheng Qi, Jun Yi, come in and serve the dishes." Harry shouted from the kitchen.
"Coming, senior brother!" Harry's two younger brothers' eyes lit up, they ran into the kitchen to serve the dishes.
Now it was Harry's turn to cook for his master and younger brothers.
For lunch today, Harry made fish-flavored eggplant, two-color prawns, earth, three, fresh, phoenix egg, braised pork, and sugar-coated yam.
Peng Ying Zong introduced himself as a descendant of the Tan family cuisine, but in fact, he knew all kinds of Chinese cuisine, except Sichuan cuisine.
Harry himself had tried British Sichuan restaurants, it was both numb and spicy.
Forget it, this body really couldn't handle it.
There were quite a lot of dishes, but there was no way, Peng Ying Zong's apprentices, including Harry, were all young men.
They had no other characteristics, they just could eat.
Anyway, Harry's appetite was getting bigger and bigger.
He was almost able to catch up with Dudley, but just a little short, just a little bit, he couldn't catch up.
Dudley would proudly glance at Harry after each meal, saying, "Cousin, you still have a long way to go."
After dinner service ended, Harry naturally cast a healing spell on himself, and another one on Peng Ying Zong.
The fatigue of the day completely disappeared, his body felt as relaxed as if he had just soaked in a hot spring.
Back at Aunt Petunia's house, the lights were still on, Aunt Petunia was sitting on the sofa in the living room wearing a face mask, Uncle Vernon wasn't there, probably in the study talking business.
Harry could hear his voice in the living room.
He nodded at his aunt, indicating that he was back.
He went back to his room.
Yes, he no longer lived in the cupboard, when he got Peng Ying Zong's approval and officially sold his first dish, earning his wages.
He gave all the money he earned to Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.
At that time, the two of them were obviously stunned when they saw Harry handing over the money.
No one expected that a child could actually earn money.
At that time, Uncle Vernon's huge face flushed red, and he said loudly, "I'm not so poor that I need a little brat to give his pitiful allowance to support the family!"
Aunt Petunia also sneered, "Use that pathetic brain of yours and think, this little bit of money can't do anything."
Faced with their words, Harry didn't say anything, he put down the money and went back to the cupboard to sleep.
A few days later, Aunt Petunia asked him to move to the cleared out small room.
The room was indeed small, it was used to store odds and ends before.
There was only enough space for a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe.