The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

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With that thought in mind, Zhu Tong felt increasingly excited. He couldn't keep relying on Shao Ming's kindness; it wouldn't hurt to return the favor, especially since Shao Ming had been so good to him.

He was planning in his mind when the system suddenly asked in a cool tone, "Are you sure you know how to cook?"

Zhu Tong was silent.

From childhood till now, he had never really set foot in a kitchen.

He probably couldn't even tell sugar and salt apart.

He was momentarily discouraged but quickly perked up. "I can learn! I pick things up pretty fast."

The system asked, "Do you know how to use a gas stove?"

Zhu Tong fell silent again.

"I'll go learn right now."

True to his word, Zhu Tong put away his phone and headed toward the kitchen. As he approached the door, a fragrant aroma greeted him.

It smelled so fresh—the lunch must be delicious today.

The enticing aroma made Zhu Tong's mouth water, and he couldn't help but swallow.

Shao Ming heard footsteps and noticed Zhu Tong swallowing like a hungry cat. He chuckled and asked, "Hungry?"

"No..."

He was just here to learn how to use the gas stove.

Determined not to forget his original mission, Zhu Tong looked down at the blue flames under the hot pan.

With a click, Shao Ming skillfully turned off the gas stove, then turned off the exhaust fan, and retrieved two large bowls from the sterilizer. He placed them on the counter and said, "It's almost ready. Go wait outside—be careful not to burn yourself."

His movements were so fast and fluid that it was hard for anyone to tell exactly what he had done.

Zhu Tong: "..."

It seemed he had learned in vain.

With his attempt to glean knowledge from others failing, Zhu Tong felt awkward about asking directly; after all, that would ruin the surprise!

Instead, he decided to search online for tutorials and learn at his own pace.

Putting the cooking endeavor on hold, two bowls of clam noodles were served on the dining table.

Zhu Tong had become quite adept at eating hot soup dishes. He picked up some noodles with chopsticks, placed them in a soup spoon, blew on them gently, and then took a bite. The rich broth was absolutely delicious.

"Is it good?" Shao Ming asked, eager for praise.

Zhu Tong didn't hold back: "It's delicious."

Even better than what the housekeeper at his home made!

The housekeeper, often overly cautious due to the doctor's advice, avoided using too many seasonings. To prevent any mishaps, she sometimes left them out entirely. Even the finest ingredients ended up tasting bland and uninspiring.

As long as the nutrition was sufficient, she believed flavor didn't matter much.

Perhaps it was Zhu Tong's dietary restrictions that limited the housekeeper's culinary abilities.

He chuckled softly to himself before looking up at Shao Ming.

Why did Shao Ming's cooking suit his tastes so perfectly?

The ingredients were simple, yet the seasoning was just right, and the meal was nutritionally rich.

It all came down to the care put into it, didn't it?