"What are you waiting for? Come and help!"
Yang Chaoqun urged. He threw a wok at Yang Fan and gestured with his mouth. The menu was displayed on the electronic screen, allowing him to choose what he wanted to cook.
Yang Fan opened his mouth. He didn't say he wanted to help.
"Stop wasting time, brat. It's time to show everyone your cooking skills!"
Yang Chaoqun gave Yang Fan an encouraging look, full of expectation.
Yang Fan and his father looked at each other. Yang Fan couldn't stand the look of anticipation in his father's eyes. Yang Fan couldn't help but shrug his shoulders. "Forget it, I can improve my strength at any time. For now, I should satisfy my father first."
Come to think of it, it had been a long time since he helped his father in the kitchen.
After thinking about it, Yang Fan stopped wasting time. He rolled up his sleeves, picked up the spatula, added oil, and started to fry the sugar.
+ 22 Cooking was no joke. The way Yang Fan waved the wok was not inferior to Old Yang, who had been a chef for more than 20 years.
"You have used martial fire to stir-fry the level 3 bull beef. Your understanding of fire control has deepened. Cooking + 2."
"You have successfully made a plate of level 3 stir-fried bull beef. Your understanding of cooking has improved. Cooking + 3."
"…"
In just a short while, Yang Fan had stir-fried more than ten dishes. His cooking skill points had also increased to 55 points.
At this time, Yang Fan's aura was even more powerful. Between stir-frying, cooking, and frying, he was more than calm. The dishes he stir-fried not only looked, smelled, and tasted good, but they were also very fast. At this time, he had stir-fried twelve dishes, while Doctor Yang had only stir-fried eight.
Although the dishes they stir-fried were slightly different, the difference of four dishes between the two made Yang Chaoqun wonder if he was already old and his hands and feet were starting to degenerate.
Otherwise, how could he lose to his eldest son who hadn't touched a wok for almost two years?
"You brat, you are indeed born to be a chef!"
Yang Chaoqun felt a little sour in his heart, but more than that, he was happy and gratified. He couldn't help but praise Yang Fan, "With your talent in cooking, if you're willing to stay in the kitchen for two years, your future achievements won't be any worse than mine!"
Yang Fan curled his lips. His dad still loved to brag.
Would it take two years to surpass him? Yang Fan felt that his current culinary skills were enough to crush Old Yang. Yang Fan, who had 55 points in Cooking, was so arrogant that he didn't even put his father in his eyes.
"That's why, my good son." Yang Chaoqun took the opportunity to persuade him again. "Don't think about practicing martial arts after you graduate. What kind of future can you have by becoming a martial artist? Just stay in the restaurant and let our Yang Family Restaurant flourish! Otherwise, it would be a waste of your great cooking talent! "
"But then again," Ye Zichen said. Yang Chaoqun's stir-frying motion stopped. He raised his hand and pointed at a few pieces of demonic beast meat on the chopping board. He asked Yang Fan curiously, "Where did you get these special grade demonic beast meat from? Do you have a stable source?"
"Let me tell you, son. The reason why our restaurant's business is so good today is all because of these special grade demonic beast meat. If we really have a stable source, our family will be rich in the future!"
Yang Chaoqun was in high spirits. His eyes were shining.
Yang Fan asked doubtfully, "Of course there is a source. As long as the restaurant needs it, I can bring back as much as you want. But dad, how did you know that I put these meat in the freezer? "
Yang Chaoqun was stunned. "What, didn't I tell you? Three years ago when you were in high school, I installed a surveillance camera in the freezer. Naturally, I saw you from the surveillance camera."
Yang Fan was speechless.
Great, the surveillance camera in the house had been installed for three years. Yang Fan actually didn't know at all. Did he become stupid from practicing martial arts?
"Speaking of which, did you already plan to come back and help?"
Yang Chaoqun gave Yang Fan a knowing look and said with relief, "Don't feel embarrassed. You are willing to come back and inherit the ancestral business. You and your mom can't wait to be happy. There is no need to secretly help!"
Great, he had been misunderstood.
I can't go on like this. If I go on like this, my parents will definitely be disappointed. It won't be good if their blood pressure soars because of the shock.
Therefore, Yang Fan decided not to hide anymore. He slightly restrained the Turtle Aura on his body and directly revealed the aura of a first level Martial Master.
Yang Chaoqun was stunned. Then, his body stiffened. He didn't even care that the food in the pot was burnt. He turned around and stared at Yang Fan.
"Son, I didn't see wrongly, right? You are actually … actually a Martial Master now?"
"How is this possible? It shouldn't be. "
"You were clearly a second level Martial Disciple a few days ago. It doesn't make sense for you to become a first level Martial Master in just two or three days. Even if you ate fertilizer, you shouldn't have grown so quickly."
Old Yang Guo was stunned.
However, what was with the disappointment and dejection on his face after the shock? Did he really want his son to stay in the restaurant for the rest of his life?
Yang Fan was speechless. Was this really his biological father?
"When I was in school, I suddenly broke through for some reason. However, I am not a first level Martial Master. I have already advanced to a fourth level Martial Master!"
Yang Fan decided to do something a little more exciting. Otherwise, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to shock his parents. He directly released all of his blood and Qi cultivation. The powerful blood and Qi belonging to a fourth level Martial Master was completely released.
Then, under Old Yang's extremely shocked expression, Yang Fan pretended to blush as he looked at Old Yang. "Dad, I was careless and my cultivation has already surpassed yours."
Old Yang clutched his chest. He was very hurt.
He was only a second level Martial Master, but his son was already a fourth level Martial Master. He felt very embarrassed. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to beat his son in the future.
"Pa!"
Yang Chaoqun was too excited. He slammed the spatula in his hand onto the chopping board and shouted at Zhao Linglan, "Madam! Don't take any more orders. I'm not doing any more business today. I'm going to close the restaurant! "
Zhao Linglan immediately flipped out. She rushed into the kitchen in three steps and slammed the door open. She yelled at Yang Chaoqun, "You rotten old man, what's wrong with you? Don't you want to earn money anymore?"
"What's wrong?!" Yang Chaoqun raised his voice. It was rare for him to be so unyielding. "My son has broken through. I'm happy! Do you have any objections?! "
Zhao Linglan was stunned. "Fan 'er broke through?!"
Only then did she turn her attention to Yang Fan. Mother Yang was also shocked. Her face was full of shock, as if she didn't recognize her own son anymore.
If Yang Fan had only broken through from a second level Martial Disciple to a third level Martial Disciple, she could more or less understand. But why was it that she couldn't see through Yang Fan's cultivation level?
This spiritual aura showed that Yang Fan was at least a Martial Master. But how was this possible? Her own son was an ordinary level one trash!
Zhao Linglan circled Yang Fan twice, her eyes filled with doubt. Was this still her eldest son? Could he be an imposter?
"Don't look anymore! He's your son! " Yang Chaoqun naturally knew what his wife was thinking. "And this child is already a fourth level Martial Disciple. His cultivation level is higher than mine!"
Ignoring Yang Chaoqun, Zhao Linglan patted left and right on Yang Fan's body, her face growing more and more excited. Suddenly, she laughed out loud without any care for her image, "Hahaha, Old Yang, what did I say? How can my son be a good-for-nothing?"
"Look, look, look. This is what it means to amaze the world with a single brilliant feat! It's fine if he doesn't break through, but once he does, he's already a fourth level Martial Master! Let's see who dares to gossip in front of me in the future and call my son a trash! Grandma! Their son is the real trash! "
Zhao Linglan was a little elated. She was both happy and angry.
In this apocalyptic world, martial arts was the foundation of everything. If it was possible, how could Zhao Linglan be willing to let her son be a martial arts trash for the rest of his life?
She didn't show it before because she was afraid of hurting her son's pride. She kept it all in her heart.
She could only use her son to continue the family business as an excuse to comfort him. In fact, who didn't know that becoming a martial artist was the best choice?
Now, Yang Fan had suddenly broken through. The breakthrough was beyond Zhao Linglan's expectations. She was so happy that she couldn't help but want to jump out and cheer.
Yang Fan was rather gratified. He couldn't help but secretly glance at Old Yang beside him. Look, this is the reaction a parent should have. Learn from it!
However, Yang Fan didn't expect that Mother Yang, who had always comforted him and told him not to worry about his cultivation, would actually have so many grievances and unwillingness in her heart.
Now, following Yang Fan's breakthrough, Mother Yang's long-suppressed emotions finally exploded.
She didn't care if her son had some fortuitous encounter. Anyway, a breakthrough was a breakthrough. She was proud!
"Good son! You've really made your mother proud! "
Zhao Linglan didn't say anything else. She picked up Yang Fan's handsome face and kissed it fiercely. Then, she said to Yang Chaoqun happily, "You old man, you finally did something right today."
"Stop business!"
"Must stop business!"
Zhao Linglan waved her fists in the air, even more excited than Yang Chaoqun had been. She yelled, "I'm not going to earn any more money, no matter how much money I have! I'm going to throw a celebratory feast for my son!"
"Call all those gossipy women around here who said bad things about my son. Open their dog eyes and take a good look at whose son is the real trash! Hmph, hmph, hmph! "
Zhao Linglan crossed her arms and raised her nose to the sky. She was so smug that she wanted to float.
Yang Fan hurriedly stopped her. "Don't, mum, we have to keep a low profile! We can't be cocky just because we have some achievements. That's not good. Also, we're all neighbors. If we call all of them over, I'll feel embarrassed. "
Seeing that his mother's expression was a little unfriendly, Yang Fan raised his head and said, "Why don't we do this? Tonight, you bring me along and we'll go door to door. If someone says something bad, we'll stay in their house for a while. How about that?"
Yang Chaoqun: "…"
Zhao Linglan: "…"
This child, when did he become so naughty?
He was going to show off in front of other people's houses. How was that keeping a low profile? And you said you shouldn't be cocky. I think you're cockier than anyone else! You're almost at the top of the sky!
However, this idea sounded pretty good, didn't it?
Zhao Linglan almost instantly agreed with Yang Fan's idea. Going to their house to slap them in the face. Not only would it save them money, but it would also help them vent their anger.
It was such a good idea. Why didn't she think of it earlier?
How else could she say that her son was the most promising? He could even come up with such an ingenious idea to help her vent her anger!
Zhao Linglan raised her head proudly!
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