"Heh heh heh...
All that painstaking work I put into learning to cook has finally paid off!
Heh heh heh..."
A smug laugh rang out from the kitchen. Ying Ming Hao stared at the perfectly seared steak in his pan with unbridled arrogance. Neither burnt nor scorched, it had an enticing color and gave off waves of delicious aroma.
He had spent over half a year practicing just to make this steak!
Now that he had finally achieved something, how could he not be wild with joy?
After more than half an hour of bustling about, Ying Ming Hao emerged from the kitchen, thoroughly satisfied, carrying several plates of carefully prepared delicacies.
"Heh heh heh...
I, Ying Ming Hao, really am a genius!"
Chuckling smugly, he eagerly picked up a steak, ready to savor his own handiwork.
The steak had been seared golden brown, its surface gleaming with an enticing sheen of oil. Without hesitation, Ying Ming Hao took a huge bite, then chewed slowly, seemingly savoring every nuance of its flavor.
"Mmm, not bad..."
Ying Ming Hao muttered around his mouthful, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
But as he kept chewing, his brows suddenly furrowed.
"Huh? Why does it taste a little salty?"
He took another bite, and this time the taste was even more pronounced.
"Hmm, it really is a little salty. I'll just use less salt next time..."
Ying Ming Hao murmured to himself.
Although the steak was a little salty, Ying Ming Hao insisted on finishing it. After all, it was the fruit of his hard work!
But the more he ate, the stronger the saltiness became. He had to keep picking up the water jug and drinking, trying to wash the salty taste from his mouth.
"Whoa, that's salty!"
Ying Ming Hao