Chapter 90: The Girl Next Door Blossoms into Womanhood

Ning Doudou lounged comfortably on the sofa, sipping fruit juice and watching a Korean drama, while Chen Yufeng headed into the kitchen, ready to showcase his culinary skills.

Chen Yufeng’s cooking was, at best, average; his dishes could just about pass muster. Remembering his earlier failed attempt to impress the girl, he felt utterly embarrassed. He was determined to redeem himself by creating a few mouthwatering dishes that would leave her astonished. At the very least, he could salvage some dignity.

Now that he had the Divine Disk, what was there to fear? With this in mind, Chen Yufeng quickly browsed the Divine Disk Mall, and, as expected, it did not let him down—there were countless methods for preparing delectable cuisine. He could even directly exchange points for all kinds of rare and exquisite dishes.

But Chen Yufeng chose not to do that. He wanted to personally experience what it felt like to be a master chef, and he wanted Ning Doudou to hear the sounds of cooking coming from the kitchen.

Without hesitation, he spent ten points in the mall, exchanging them for some exceptionally refined and unique seasonings and a chef’s secret manual. Then, following the instructions in the manual, he began to cook.

About twenty minutes later, Chen Yufeng had prepared several impressive dishes: hairy crabs, tiger prawns, stir-fried beef, braised lion’s head meatballs, and a three-delicacy soup…

Each dish was flawless in color, aroma, and taste. Even Chen Yufeng’s own mouth watered at the scent. He couldn’t resist tasting a prawn—wow, it was truly delicious. That tangy, savory flavor was out of this world.

He had never eaten at a five-star hotel before, but he felt this taste would be on par. The key was the seasonings—they were so fragrant and exquisite, probably impossible to find on the market.

“These can definitely be called gourmet dishes. Get ready to be amazed, girl,” he thought gleefully, carrying his culinary creations to the dining table.

Just as he had anticipated, Ning Doudou was already nearly drooling from the irresistible aroma before she even started eating.

“I just whipped up a few dishes. Hope you don’t mind,” Chen Yufeng said, feigning nonchalance.

“Mm, let me try,” she replied. Lured by the scent, she couldn’t wait to pick up her chopsticks and dig in.

She started with a piece of beef, and after the first bite, she nodded vigorously, eyes wide in astonishment, her mouth agape with delight. Next, she tried a prawn, then a crab, then sipped the soup.

“Oh my god, how can this be so delicious?”

She was clearly in ecstasy, unable to stop eating.

Normally, like many girls, she ate in a refined, delicate manner, taking small bites. But now, she could no longer suppress her excitement or her ravenous appetite, nor could she maintain her ladylike elegance. Instead, she began devouring the food with reckless abandon.

Who could blame her? In the face of such extraordinary cuisine, anyone would want to eat their fill in one go.

For the rest of the meal, Ning Doudou was lost in wonder and pleasure, convinced these were the best dishes she had ever tasted—far superior even to those served in five-star hotels.

As she ate, her troubles and worries faded away. She forgot about Chen Yufeng sitting nearby, about gaining weight from overeating, about the passage of time and the world around her. All that mattered was one thing:

I want to eat, I want more, I want to keep eating…

Soon, with the speed of a whirlwind, she polished off the crabs, finished the prawns, emptied the soup, devoured the chili peppers, and even ate all the ginger and garlic…

After ten or so minutes, when not a scrap was left, not even the garnish, and she absentmindedly bit into the plate itself, a jolt of pain snapped her back to reality.

“Ah? Wait, what am I doing? Did I just try to eat the plate?”

“Hey, don’t get too excited…” Chen Yufeng was stunned watching her wolf down everything with such gusto. Big eater, indeed! I barely had a bite!

“Um, did I really eat all this?” Ning Doudou stared at the five or six empty plates, hardly able to believe it. How could I possibly eat so much?

“Yeah, look, my food’s barely touched,” Chen Yufeng replied, putting on a pitiful expression. All my cooking, and you ate every last bite.

“Oh! Sorry…” Ning Doudou licked her lips, still savoring the lingering flavors. Her lips and mouth were fragrant; she was still reliving the deliciousness, utterly satisfied.

“Did you really make all these dishes yourself?” she asked, unable to believe someone her age could cook so well. It was on par with a five-star chef.

“Of course. Who else?” Chen Yufeng was secretly overjoyed. Surely she admired him now! But he kept his face calm, replying, “It was nothing, just a little display of skill.”

“My god, if that’s just a little display, then even five-star chefs might not outshine you.”

She hesitated, then asked, “Since you’re such a great cook, why don’t you apply for a chef’s job at a star-rated hotel? You’d have no problem at all, and you might even make a name for yourself in the culinary world.”

“I don’t want to be a chef,” Chen Yufeng shrugged, showing no interest.

“What a shame,” she sighed.

Chen Yufeng grinned smugly. “I have skills, so I get to be willful.”

“Alright, since you’re feeling smug, then…” Ning Doudou smiled playfully and proposed, “Given your talent, could I come over again for a meal? I’ll wash your clothes—except your underwear, of course—do the dishes, clean your room, whatever you want, okay?”

“If you want, I’ll even pitch in for groceries! How about it?” She was already pulling out the classic girl’s moves: acting cute and pleading.

“Relax, calm down. Since you like my cooking, just come over every day. It’s just an extra plate and set of chopsticks, after all,” Chen Yufeng replied, more than happy with the arrangement. He cooked for himself anyway, and now he’d have someone to help with the cleaning—what a sweet deal!

“Great! It’s settled then!” Delighted, Ning Doudou beamed. The prospect of enjoying such delicious food every day made her so happy, she nearly forgot about the risk of gaining weight.

Then, quite naturally, she went off to wash the dishes, clean the table, and tidy up…

By seven o’clock in the evening, Chen Yufeng had cooked several more delectable dishes, this time experimenting with different seasonings.

To Ning Doudou, the dinner tasted even better than lunch; she was even more impressed by his skills, utterly unable to fathom how he could cook with such variety and mastery.

Of course, Chen Yufeng wasn’t about to reveal his secret. But perhaps, in the future, he might give her a few bottles of those special seasonings so she could try making similar dishes herself. For now, though, he would continue playing the role of the kitchen god.

After dinner and cleaning up, it was around half past eight.

Ning Doudou didn’t linger. After agreeing with Chen Yufeng to visit the film studio the next day, she returned to her own room…