Sunday.

Lin Feng bought a new wok for Si Bao; its quality was absolutely top-notch.

Lin Feng casually asked, "This one won't crack, right?"

The salesperson took him for a country bumpkin and guaranteed it with a pat on her chest.

"Rest assured, sir."

"If it breaks within three days, we'll take it back and give you a set of kitchenware for free."

In fact, she only said that to demonstrate how solid her products were. Having been a salesperson for so many years, she had never heard any complaints about the quality of their products.

Lin Feng was very reassured. With a price and brand like that, there surely wouldn't be any issues.

That evening, the family gathered outside the kitchen, all wearing the expressions of spectators at a play. They weren't the least bit nervous now, just curious to see if Si Bao had inherited the talent for blowing up the kitchen. The ingredients were prepared and the rice was steamed; everything was ready for Si Bao.

Lin Feng held Xiao Bao to the side, giving directions.

Si Bao immediately felt the pressure. "Don't look at me like that, I'm getting nervous!"

Yesterday, others had been nervous; today, it was his turn. How quickly the tables had turned!

Er Bao laughed, "It's fine, it's fine, just perform normally and you'll be great!"

Da Bao nodded. "We just want to see if there's anything we can help with..."

San Bao didn't say a word, but her expression of eager anticipation said it all.

Si Bao sighed and got on with it.

With Lin Feng watching over him, everything went smoothly, without a hitch.

Just when everyone thought it must have been an issue with the wok's quality…

The newly purchased wok cracked once again.

This was just ridiculous!

"Pfft!"

Er Bao couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

Meeting Si Bao's resentful gaze, Er Bao quickly apologized, "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

Da Bao couldn't hold it in either and started laughing too.

The others also started laughing one by one.

Xiao Bao, though not understanding what they were laughing at, joined in anyway.

It was absolutely hilarious…

Er Bao howled with laughter. "This proves you're really not cut out for cooking. You probably shouldn't even set foot in a kitchen!"

Compared to Er Bao's unrestrained laughter, the others were much more restrained.

Si Bao sighed. "If that's the case," he said, consoling himself, "you all can take turns cooking from now on. I won't set foot in the kitchen again."

Er Bao's smile froze for a moment before he quickly said, "That's fine, too. Our family will save a lot of money on woks that way."

I'm not sad at all. You win some, you lose some. I don't have to cook anymore! How great is that? Hahaha.

Er Bao posted about it on Weibo, and the reactions were hilarious.

"Hahaha, I guess some people really have zero talent... You can't force it!"

"From now on, when you see Si Bao, you can say, 'I may not be good at sports, and I may not have any medals, but at least I can cook!'"

"Oof, the comment above is brutal. So savage. I love it!"

"Now the whole world knows our Olympic champion's weakness... We have to keep it a secret! Don't let this get out!"

"This is hilarious, OMG... I can't stop laughing."

"Wait, did anyone notice that wok costs over 10,000 yuan? The lives of the rich are just on another level!"

Meanwhile, Lin Feng cleaned the cracked wok and headed to the specialty store.

Seeing him, the salesperson asked with a cheery smile, "Have you used the wok? Did you love it? How about a full set of kitchenware to go with it?"

Lin Feng said nothing, silently placing the box on the counter…

A bad feeling crept into the salesperson's heart.

It wasn't until she saw the cracked wok that she was dumbfounded. "What happened here?"

Lin Feng said, "It cracked while I was stir-frying."

The salesperson exclaimed, "How is that possible? Our quality is impeccable!"

Lin Feng said flatly, "The wok is right here. See for yourself."

Each wok from this brand has its own serial number. The salesperson checked the product code and, after a long pause, finally spoke.

"What were you cooking?"

Lin Feng replied, "Just a normal stir-fry... and it cracked."

The salesperson was speechless.

After examining it further, she said, "I'll need to have a technician inspect this before I can give you an answer. It'll only take half an hour."

Lin Feng nodded.

Soon, the technician arrived. He seemed just as bewildered, turning the fractured pieces over and over before finally concluding that the break was not caused by human error. Since it wasn't human error, it had to be either improper use or a quality defect.

In the end, the salesperson handed Lin Feng a new wok.

Lin Feng nodded and thanked her.

"Ah, wait a moment," she said. "I did promise to give you a set of tableware."

For a brand like this, even the freebies were of decent quality.

Lin Feng waved her off. "No, that's alright. We already have plenty of tableware at home. Thank you, though!"

The salesperson apologized profusely. "I'm so sorry about this!"

Lin Feng took the new wok home and overheard Er Bao on the phone with Zhao Lizhen.

"Grandma, your skill has a successor!"

"What do you mean?"

"You blow up clay pots when you cook, and my brother, Si Bao, blows up woks."

Zhao Lizhen was startled. "Really?"

"Yes!"

Zhao Lizhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Could such a thing really be hereditary? This was somewhat inconceivable.

「Another week passed in the blink of an eye.」

Another contestant was eliminated: San Bao!

What San Bao did couldn't be called cooking; it was more like a science experiment. She was always trying to add strange ingredients to create peculiar flavors…

Last time, her creation was purplish-black. This time... it was entirely green.

It looked like pure poison.

To be fair, the color was a rather beautiful shade of emerald green. If it weren't for the bubbling, it wouldn't have seemed quite so intimidating.

Lin Feng pursed his lips. "San Bao, why is it green? Can you explain this to me?"

San Bao was as baffled as ever. "I don't know either! It just turned green while it was stewing!"

Everyone was speechless.

That green stuff was definitely toxic.

After eating it, everyone except for Lin Feng got diarrhea.

Later, the family discussed the matter and decided that San Bao shouldn't be allowed to cook anymore. After all, having diarrhea for half the night was a miserable experience. If it weren't for Lin Feng's medicine, who knows when it would have ended?

Just as they were figuring out how to break the news to San Bao gently, San Bao proposed it herself. From now on, she would just be a kitchen helper instead of cooking.

Seeing the guilty look on San Bao's face, they found it impossible to say anything encouraging.

"It's not so bad, not cooking," Si Bao consoled her. "You get to just sit and wait for the food to be served!"

Despite the comforting words, San Bao was still a little upset. For as long as she could remember, none of her siblings, not even her mother Zhang Yuxi, had ever gotten sick. They were always perfectly healthy. And yet this time, after eating her food, everyone except for their dad got diarrhea.

It was painfully clear that, when it came to cooking, she really had no talent whatsoever.

And so, only Da Bao and Er Bao remained.

After Zhang Yuxi became vice principal, though she didn't have to teach classes, she was as busy as ever. She used to be able to come home for lunch, but now she was too busy to make it back. Exhausted after a long day, she would come home craving a meal cooked by her husband. However…

After a while, Zhang Yuxi couldn't take it anymore.

"Honey, I want to eat your cooking…"

In the middle of the night, Zhang Yuxi woke up. Her stomach was growling; she was starving and craved something to eat.

Lin Feng got up. "What would you like to eat?"

Zhang Yuxi looked aggrieved. "Honey, I'll eat anything... as long as you're the one who makes it."

Lin Feng's heart ached for her. "How about I make you a bowl of noodles? It's quick and easy."

Zhang Yuxi nodded. "Okay!"

Fifteen minutes later, a fragrant, steaming bowl of noodles was ready.

Zhang Yuxi dug in with relish, her face a mask of pure satisfaction. "Honey, these noodles are so delicious!"

As Lin Feng watched her eat, he glanced up and saw Si Bao standing on the stairs.

Zhang Yuxi turned around, a mouthful of noodles hanging from her lips.

"I want some too…" Si Bao rubbed his stomach. "I didn't get to eat my fill tonight…"

Tonight's dinner had been made by San Bao. Recalling this, the three of them exchanged a knowing look.

Lin Feng sent a message to the family group chat: "Anyone who's still hungry, come downstairs. I'm making noodles."

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP…

Da Bao, Er Bao, San Bao, Si Bao…

Good grief, none of them had been able to sleep because they were too hungry!

Lin Feng sighed. After making noodles for all of them, he made an announcement.

"From now on, I'll be the one doing the cooking."

His announcement was met with a chorus of cheers, making Lin Feng shake his head and smile.

Since the children were hopeless at cooking, he would just have to accept it.

Finally able to eat Lin Feng's cooking again, the children and Zhang Yuxi were practically drooling.

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