Three months later.
Qin Sheng brought Li Ping'an a thick stack of his work.
The designs included landscapes, towers and pavilions, figures, flowers and birds-all sorts of things.
The straight lines were true, the curves smooth, the stitches neat.
One look told him a great deal of effort had gone into them.
Qin Sheng smiled smugly. "What do you think?"
"Mm, very good indeed. But although your embroidery is excellent, your cooking still needs improvement."
"Cooking?"
"That's right!" Li Ping'an nodded.
Then came the twenty-eight methods of cooking: deep-frying, flash-frying, braising, stir-frying, velvet-frying, boiling...
All manner of techniques came into play in turn, varied and handled with practiced ease.
Qin Sheng's eyes were dazzled.
Useless. Compared with Li Ping'an...
I'm simply too useless.
Qin Sheng secretly resolved that one day, he would surpass Li Ping'an.
In the blink of an eye, another half year passed.
Bang, bang!!
A knock came from outside.
Li Ping'an extended his spiritual sense. It was Qin Sheng again.
The door opened. Outside, Qin Sheng stood with his head lowered, his gaze vacant.
He looked as though his pressure points had been struck.
What's wrong with him today? He's usually as fired up as if he's been injected with chicken blood.
Qin Sheng raised his head and gave a bitter smile.
"I think I might never be able to beat you in my entire life."
You've finally realized it?
Li Ping'an coughed lightly and said, "What's happened?"
"ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh."
Qin Sheng sat on the ground.
Lately, Li Ping'an had crushed him in every respect.
Farming, cooking, medicine...
Qin Sheng felt that even if he were given another hundred years, he might not catch up with Li Ping'an.
Countless defeats had dealt a tremendous blow to his confidence.
Li Ping'an patted his shoulder. "In that case,