“Heh.”
“I suppose I’ll have no choice but to demonstrate my specialty.”
“Golden-Wrapped-Silver Egg Fried Rice.”
Cheng Fei spun an egg on the table.
“Really?”
“Then I’ll look forward to it.”
Nagasaki Asuna smiled and gathered mushrooms, peas, ham, and shrimp.
Since Cheng Fei’s fried rice was extremely simple, he wasn’t in any hurry to begin.
At Nagasaki Asuna’s request, he helped prepare her ingredients.
“By the way, there’s something I want to ask Cheng Fei.”
The girl skillfully sliced a mushroom down the middle, then into strips, then diced it.
“Go ahead.”
Cheng Fei worked on the ham.
He sliced it, then cut the slices into strips and finally cubes.
Because he lacked practice, he worked slowly to maintain quality.
“Why has Cheng Fei disappeared from my game friends list?”
“Was someone stolen away?”
The girl transferred the diced mushrooms into a glass bowl and began preparing the shrimp.
“Well.”
“A certain client requested it.”
“The server had no choice but to perform a minor technical adjustment.”
“Please remain calm.”
“Normal service should be restored tonight.”
Nagasaki Asuna laughed.
“Really?”
“That’s wonderful.”
“I thought Cheng Fei disliked me.”
“I lost sleep over it all weekend.”
“Here.”
“Diced ham.”
Cheng Fei pushed the glass bowl toward her.
She inspected his work and nodded.
“Your knife skills are surprisingly decent.”
“I used to cook for myself.”
“Although I’ve gotten rusty since coming to Academy City.”
“Cheng Fei didn’t live with family before?”
“I’m an orphan.”
“I left the welfare home in third grade and lived by myself.”
“That’s impressive.”
“Mm.”
“I also think I’m impressive.”
“Isn’t Cheng Fei going to ask about me?”
“Not interested.”
The rhythmic tap-tap-tap of the girl’s knife abruptly stopped.
“You really leave me no choice.”
Cheng Fei sighed.
“Fine.”
“Where did you learn to cook?”
“Does your family have some legendary fried-rice hermit?”
“Nothing like that.”
“I was raised by my grandmother.”
“She taught me a lot.”
“Your parents?”
“My father is Chinese.”
“He abandoned my mother and me a long time ago.”
“My mother remarried and had a younger daughter.”
“She’s doing pretty well.”
“So when you say grandmother, you actually mean your maternal grandmother?”
“Mm?”
“Your mother’s mother.”
“Oh, that’s called maternal grandmother?”
“I thought every grandmother was just grandmother.”
“Did you come to China looking for your father?”
“No.”
“If possible, I’d stab him.”
“Why are you pointing the knife at me while saying that?”
“Am I?”
The girl tilted her head.
Cheng Fei looked at the knife.
“Yes.”
“Speaking of which, Cheng Fei has been standing very far away from me since we started.”
“Have I?”
The boy looked confused.
Nagasaki Asuna lowered her eyes.
Cheng Fei had squeezed himself against the edge of the workstation like he was being bullied.
“Yes.”
Extremely reluctantly, Cheng Fei moved one step toward the center.
“Don’t worry, Cheng Fei.”
“When other people are around, I won’t behave recklessly.”
“I definitely won’t deliberately damage Cheng Fei’s relationship with Shen Xi.”
“That wasn’t your attitude last Thursday afternoon.”
“She didn’t see anything, did she?”
“She almost did.”
“She couldn’t have.”
“My senses are extremely sharp.”
“Cheng Fei can relax.”
“Have you ever heard the saying that if you walk at night often enough, eventually you’ll meet a ghost?”
“Even ghosts can’t escape my perception.”
Cheng Fei had no response.
This was how people with Transcendent Perception talked.
Eventually, every group finished their preparation and moved into the cooking stage.
Cheng Fei waited until some groups were nearly done before heating his wok with oil on maximum flame.
The classroom offered both induction cookers and gas burners.
Their station had chosen gas.
Cheng Fei dumped the rice directly into the wok and pressed it apart.
Once the grains began sizzling, he cracked two eggs one-handed directly over the rice, then mixed the liquid egg into the grains and reduced the flame to medium.
Nagasaki Asuna, already performing her final steps, glanced toward the yellow-white mush inside Cheng Fei’s wok.
She couldn’t help laughing.
“I’ve never seen this method.”
“Is it really okay?”
Cheng Fei remained expressionless.
“You’ll understand soon.”
“I call it Cheng Fei Style Ultimate Lazy Golden-Wrapped-Silver Egg Fried Rice.”
“You even skipped the bowl for beating the egg.”
“That certainly is lazy.”
Nagasaki Asuna nodded solemnly.
As Cheng Fei continued stir-frying, the egg gradually solidified.
The moisture evaporated.
The mush inside the wok separated again into dry, loose grains.
Without measuring, Cheng Fei scattered in some salt and a handful of chopped green onion.
Then, under the horrified gazes of nearby students, he turned the heat back to maximum and tossed the wok.
The fried rice flew violently through the air several times.
Finished.
He plated it.
The lightly golden grains remained distinct.
Each carried a thin coating of egg.
Bright green scallions were scattered throughout.
The toasted fragrance of rice and egg mixed with the fresh scent of green onion.
Soft applause sounded beside him.
“I didn’t expect the finished product to actually look good.”
“I’m trying some.”
Without ceremony, Nagasaki Asuna scooped a small portion into a separate bowl and tasted it.
Her eyes widened.
“Mm…”
“The rice and egg almost become one thing.”
“The scallion balances the oiliness.”
“That’s amazing.”
“You only used salt, but it’s still really fragrant.”
“Is that what people call wok hei?”
“Basic technique.”
Cheng Fei ran water into the wok and cleaned it over high heat.
“When I worked part-time at a late-night food stall, I occasionally helped make fried rice.”
“Cheng Fei’s job history really is extensive.”
Nagasaki Asuna sounded impressed.
“What did you make?”
Cheng Fei asked after finishing the wok.
Nagasaki Asuna pushed her plate toward him.
“Ta-da~!”
“Yangzhou Omelet Rice.”
Under Cheng Fei’s confused gaze, the girl picked up a small knife and cut through the silky omelet skin.
Semi-set, custard-like egg immediately flowed outward and covered the plate.
A rich egg aroma filled the air.
“Where’s the Yangzhou?” Cheng Fei asked.
“Wait~”
Nagasaki Asuna took ketchup and drew a heart across the omelet.
Only then did she dig a spoon through the egg layer.
Underneath was Yangzhou fried rice prepared with diced mushrooms, ham, shrimp, and other ingredients.
The girl scooped up a spoonful.
Holding her other hand beneath it, she brought it toward Cheng Fei’s mouth.
“Aaah~ Open.”
“I can eat by myself.”
“You can’t~”
The girl smiled.
Cheng Fei glanced aside.
Every other group was busy with their own final rush.
Nobody was paying attention.
“At least use another spoon.”
“I gave all the other spoons to other groups.”
“This is the only one left.”
“You’re extreme.”
“Aaah~”
She gestured again.
Cheng Fei opened his mouth and ate the fried rice covered in omelet and ketchup.
“How is it?”
“Great texture.”
“Rich flavor.”
“You could open a restaurant.”
A delighted smile appeared on Nagasaki Asuna’s face.
Once every group was finished—excluding those who burned everything, mistook salt for sugar, or confused vinegar with soy sauce—the tasting session began.
Boys in aprons roamed the classroom carrying small bowls with their backs straight, resembling gourmets wearing tailcoats.
If something looked delicious, they took a spoonful.
If it looked questionable, they shook their heads gravely.
The girls enthusiastically sampled dishes made by people they were interested in and talked in quiet groups.
Across the entire classroom, the two most popular dishes belonged to Cheng Fei and Nagasaki Asuna.
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