Daily Life

"I chose to pan-fry this steak until it was well-done, since that brings out more of its original flavor..."

"Compared to well-done, I personally prefer medium. Ideally, there should still be a little meat juice inside when it's cut open..."

Sitting beside the dining table.

Xi Shenlian had just successfully escaped the seal of his blankets and struggled out of bed. As he dismantled the steaming, fragrant steak in front of him—breaking it down from the size of an adult's face to walnut-sized pieces, intending to finish cutting it before eating—he silently listened to the various bits of everyday conversation among his women, treating them as embellishments to his own life.

As for the actual content of their conversation?

Xi Shenlian did not particularly care.

In his previous life, he had only liked eating well-done food, and even vegetables had to be thoroughly cooked. In this life, however, his early living conditions had been rather poor, so he had gradually become unpicky about food. He could even eat three large bowls of plain white rice without any side dishes.

Although he could easily understand what his girlfriends were discussing at that moment, he did not feel much of anything inside.

How should he put it...

Well-done was fine.

Raw was fine too.

After all, he now had a healthy appetite and was not picky about food.

Even though he had long since become successful and his standard of living had risen, this aspect of him had barely changed.

Still, in order to make his women happy and make them feel that their cooking skills were superb, he described the flavors and levels of doneness he supposedly liked from all sorts of angles, while praising his girlfriends' cooking from every possible perspective, saying that they had somehow perfectly hit his