Luo Chuan quickly walked to the kitchen, opened the pot lid, and a rich aroma of meat wafted out. There was no trace of the usual pig smell, only the pure fragrance of meat and a subtle hint of herbs.
【Cooking +40】
Ignoring the system prompt, Luo Chuan couldn't wait to take out the braised meat. He cut a piece, blew on it twice, and popped it into his mouth.
Rich and mellow, the meat was tender and juicy, the texture delicate, soft but not mushy. Most importantly, even after eating so much, there was no greasy feeling at all. Luo Chuan knew this was the effect of the secret recipe.
Not bad, not bad. The stuff the system provided was good. Even if Luo Chuan went to sell braised meat in the future, this recipe alone would allow him to make a fortune.
However, catering wasn't Luo Chuan's future direction, so this flavor of braised meat would be his own personal treat from now on.
Thinking about this, Luo Chuan took another large bite of meat, chewing slowly, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
While Luo Chuan was enjoying the braised meat, his neighbors were in an uproar.
"What's that smell, so fragrant?"
"Yeah, I caught the scent earlier. It seems to be coming from Xiao Chuan's house."
"I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore. That smell is making me hungry."
As the neighbors buzzed with speculation, Luo Chuan emerged from the house, a large bowl of braised meat in hand, heading towards the noodle shop.
Now everyone knew that the aroma was emanating from the bowl.
"Chuan'er can actually cook braised meat, and it smells so good."
"This kid, even if he doesn't go to school, he won't starve with this skill."
Facing the neighbors' comments, Luo Chuan smiled faintly and quickly walked past.
"Uncle, I've brought some meat for you."
Luo Chuan placed the freshly cooked meat on the table. The rich aroma, carried by the rising steam, immediately filled the air.
"Chuan'er, this... did you make this?"
Jiao Dad pointed at the meat, looking at Luo Chuan in astonishment.
"Yeah," Luo Chuan nodded. "It tastes pretty good. Let Uncle and Auntie try it."
Jiao Dad tore off a piece of meat and chewed it. His eyes immediately lit up. He immediately shouted to the back, "She Ma, and Jiaojiao, come and taste it. Chuan'er brought some braised meat. It's really good."
Luo Chuan smiled slightly and turned to leave.
Jiao Dad saw him and hurriedly called out, "Chuan'er, where are you going? Come and eat with us. I'll cook some noodles."
"No need, Uncle. I have some at home. I'll just go back."
As soon as Luo Chuan left, Jiao Ma and Zhu Wei Jiao came down from upstairs and gathered around the braised meat. Jiao Ma, who had tasted the meat, was surprised, "Chuan'er made this?"
"Of course," Jiao Dad affirmed. "It's actually really good, even better than the braised meat I bought from that Jiang family kitchen."
Unbeknownst to Luo Chuan, his braised meat had caused a commotion after he left. When a customer came in and smelled the aroma, they thought it was a product of the noodle shop and demanded a serving.
This happened more than once. In the end, Jiao Dad had to clarify the misunderstanding.
It's safe to say that thanks to a serving of braised meat, the noodle shop had more customers than usual today.
Of course, none of this was Luo Chuan's concern. After delivering the braised meat, he continued to stay at home and pull out the previous tutorials.
Now, all his mainstream courses had reached the LV2 level, allowing him to keep up with high school classes. To reach LV3, it would take some time.
Therefore, as a reward, Luo Chuan set his sights on other skills that were easier to improve. He flipped through the system panel and saw that geography, politics, and history were the easiest subjects, plus the newly learned Wuji Zhuang, would be enough to keep him busy for a while.
Unconsciously, night had fallen. Luo Chuan put down his textbook, ready to stand up and stretch his stiff body.
【History +35】
A slight smile curved Luo Chuan's lips. As expected, in terms of liberal arts, as long as one had a good memory, the early progress was incredibly fast.
Just then, the door was knocked on, followed by a voice coming in.
"Luo Chuan, are you there?"
Luo Chuan paused. The voice sounded familiar. Without thinking, he opened the door to find Song Jie standing there.
"Senior brother, what brings you here?"
Luo Chuan was somewhat surprised, because they hadn't interacted at all before. Even today, it was all due to Zhu Wei Jiao.
Song Jie sniffed and shoved a large bag directly into Luo Chuan's hands, it was quite heavy.
"Senior brother, this...."
"It's some fruit from our house. Try some," he said, looking slightly embarrassed. "We don't have anything else to offer."
Luo Chuan suddenly realized. It was because of what happened earlier today. "Senior brother, come in and sit down," Luo Chuan stepped aside.
Song Jie quickly waved his hand, "No, no need. I need to go back quickly."
"Come in, Senior brother. I have something to discuss with you," Luo Chuan's eyes flashed, his voice a little low.
Song Jie froze, hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Sitting on the sofa, Song Jie seemed uncomfortable. The pressure of studying, the pressure of the college entrance exam, and the expectations of his parents gave his eyes a hint of dullness, along with more introversion and self-deprecation.
Luo Chuan poured a glass of hot water and placed it in front of Song Jie. Song Jie quickly thanked him.
Then the room fell silent for a few seconds. Finally, Luo Chuan spoke first, "Senior brother, what are your thoughts on what happened today?"
Huh?
Song Jie seemed not to understand, staring blankly at Luo Chuan.
"I... what thoughts could I have?"
"Do you think this is over?" Luo Chuan looked at Song Jie with deep eyes.
"What else do they want to do?"
It was clear that Song Jie was still somewhat angry about what happened today.
"If they bully us again, we can only call the police," Song Jie said.
Naive!
Luo Chuan rolled his eyes. He was speechless at Song Jie's naivete. As long as those people didn't commit any actual illegal acts, even the police couldn't do anything to them.
However, calling the police was the last resort that a good boy like Song Jie could think of.
"Senior brother," Luo Chuan's voice deepened. "You're thinking too simply. Do you know why those people are always so arrogant and domineering? Because they are a pile of shit. Stepping on them won't do you any good, it will only disgust you. So you can only avoid them from afar."
"And now, you've already gotten on their bad side."
"It... shouldn't be that serious," Song Jie tried to force a smile.
He wasn't an idiot. He knew that what Luo Chuan said might happen, but he still hoped that this would just pass, that they would go their separate ways, and never see each other again.
Luo Chuan shook his head and didn't say anything else. After all, he was only planting a seed in Song Jie's mind. Whether it could take root and sprout was entirely up to his fate.
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