The Charm of Wok Flipping

Wok Flipping lv.1: 1/10000

The words before his eyes told Zhou An plainly that proficiency had appeared again just now.

He was certain he had not seen wrong.

That's not right. I used to stir-fry all the time without triggering it, so why did it trigger now? Zhou An wondered.

He had designed this life simulation game himself, so he knew all its twists and turns well.

After sorting through every clue, Zhou An finally understood why he had triggered proficiency.

Every skill had to be thoroughly learned before it could trigger life proficiency. Without getting started, it could not be triggered.

Back when Zhou An cooked, he had never flipped the wok. In truth, there had been no need to flip it.

Who flipped a wok for no reason when cooking at home?

Without flipping the wok, it was merely stir-frying, but that way of stir-frying was incomplete.

That single flip just now had filled in the entire essence of stir-frying.

And for that very reason, it had triggered Wok Flipping proficiency.

But what the hell can I flip out of a wok? Zhou An grumbled inwardly.

He regretted it now. More and more, he regretted it.

If he had known he could transmigrate, he would have made some wildly badass, heaven-defying game.

But there was no medicine for regret in this world.

Who knew whether they would transmigrate?

Just like a virgin did not know how many seconds he could last.

"Knife Skills lv.2 brought a qualitative change. Wok Flipping should be the same."

Zhou An only regretted it for a second or two before returning to his excited state.

People were emotional creatures.

As long as you looked on the bright side of everything, life could be sweet.

"Old Zhou, what's wrong? You didn't get burned, did you?"

Seeing Zhou An standing there in a daze, Yu Hang thought he had been scalded. But when he saw Zhou An gripping the iron wok's handle tightly, he was not quite sure.

Only then did Zhou An come back to himself. He shook his head. "It's nothing. I just flipped it once and found it felt pretty natural. Go set out the bowls and chopsticks first. I'll be done here soon."

Yu Hang gave an oh and did not think much of it. He carried the bowls and chopsticks out of the kitchen, placed them on the table outside, and set them out neatly.

When he returned to the kitchen, though, the sight before him stunned him.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

In the kitchen, Zhou An gripped the iron wok's handle in one hand and held a spatula in the other, flipping the wok like mad.

His left hand swung up and down. Zhou An kept tossing the iron wok into the air, then smashing it heavily back onto the stove, producing an unbroken stream of noise.

Zhou An wore an especially excited expression, and his left hand was moving so fast it nearly left afterimages.

Wok Flipping +1+1+1+1...

The food inside the wok was like fish swept up by ocean waves, flying up and down.

"This..."

Yu Hang was dumbfounded, looking as if he had seen a ghost. He instinctively raised a hand and rubbed his eyes hard, making sure he had not opened them wrong.

Flipping a wok?

And flipping it nonstop?

With such huge, sweeping motions?

Yu Hang felt that today had truly broadened his horizons.

Watching Zhou An continue flipping the wok in excitement, Yu Hang felt he had to say something, or the food in the wok really would burn.

"Old Zhou, stop! Stop for a second!" Afraid the food in the wok would fly out and smash into his face, Yu Hang shouted from a good distance away.

Zhou An was in the middle of his excitement. Watching the proficiency tick upward bit by bit brought him an unparalleled sense of satisfaction.

Hearing Yu Hang suddenly call out, he turned his head, but his left hand did not stop. It continued clanging away as he flipped the wok.

"What is it?"

Yu Hang said helplessly, "It's burning, it's burning! How are we supposed to eat it later?"

Only then did Zhou An react.

The appearance of proficiency had excited him so much that he had started grinding on the spot.

Fortunately, though the heat on the food was a little overdone, it had not burned.

"People get excited when they come into contact with something new." Zhou An put on a profound air.

Yu Hang: "..."

Wok flipping counted as something new?

"It'll be ready soon." Zhou An changed the subject expressionlessly.

He had said that just now to cover his embarrassment.

Now was mealtime, so Zhou An did not keep grinding.

After putting the food onto a plate and having Yu Hang carry it out, he stir-fried another dish.

Naturally, he did not forget to flip the wok along the way.

Though he was not very skilled at it yet, it was enough that his proficiency was increasing.

Before long, five dishes and one soup were ready.

Zhou An and Yu Hang sat facing each other.

Yu Hang picked up a bite of food with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth. Nodding in satisfaction, he said, "Old Zhou, your cooking has improved. Looks like the method I suggested earlier was pretty good."

Zhou An tried a bite too and found that it truly tasted much better than before. It was probably because flipping the wok had distributed the heat more evenly.

"Let me try this meat." Yu Hang was not polite at all. He picked up another piece of meat and put it into his mouth.

"Old Zhou, with your skills, you could become a cook someday. Forget Ding Shi Ju in the county—just find any small restaurant, and you could make a living."

Zhou An smiled. "So you'll study and become an official, while I'll cook in some little restaurant?"

"I'll be around. Once I rise like a soaring phoenix someday, we'll share wealth and honor together!" Yu Hang said delightedly.

"How many peanuts did you eat to get drunk like this? Come on, eat. We'll talk after we've eaten." Zhou An picked up a mouthful of food and put it into his mouth.

They ate and chatted through the meal. It took them nearly two hours to slowly finish eating.

After they finished, following the old routine, Yu Hang washed the dishes and headed straight home.

According to him, he still had to return home and study by lamplight, striving to pass this year's exam so he could look after Zhou An in the future.

After watching Yu Hang leave, Zhou An looked at the iron wok in the kitchen and rubbed his hands together.

Men always loved the new and tired of the old.

Now that he had a new skill, and Knife Skills had already slowed considerably in progress, Zhou An turned his attention to Wok Flipping.

This skill had only just gained proficiency, and the gains were solid and real.

"Grind all night!"

He had originally planned to grind for only two hours before sleeping, but with a new skill now, Zhou An changed his mind.

Missing one night of sleep was no big deal.

Grind!

Grind like his life depended on it!

Zhou An went into the kitchen, gripped the iron wok's handle, and began flipping it.

After two flips, he found that his proficiency had not increased. Zhou An thought for a moment, then put some leftover vegetables he had bought today into the wok.

Without lighting the fire, Zhou An gripped the wok's handle and continued flipping it.

Wok Flipping +1

The familiar words appeared before his eyes. Zhou An knew his guess had been right. With the hand speed he had honed from over twenty years of being single, he began flipping the wok at lightning speed.

Wok Flipping +1+1+1...

The unceasing stream of text jumping before his eyes brought immense satisfaction.

After flipping it over a hundred times, Zhou An felt his left arm begin to ache.

This thing was made of solid iron. Not only was it heavy to flip, but it was difficult to apply force to it. Managing more than a hundred consecutive flips was already quite good.

Compared with Knife Skills, Wok Flipping was far more difficult.

Zhou An released his grip. The current within his body automatically flowed toward his left arm, and the aching weakness from before eased slightly.

"It has this effect too?"

The current could actually restore him on its own, which was beyond Zhou An's expectations.

Zhou An waited a while. Once the aching weakness in his left hand had completely vanished, he gripped the iron wok's handle again and began flipping it rapidly.

All through the night, the sound of clanging echoed through the house.