The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul
Chapter 779 - 778. Full marks

Chapter 779: 778. Full marks

In the elongated white plate, the grass carp cut with a floral knife pattern was evenly smeared with marinating sauce, left to sit and soak up the flavors.

The slender figure in the kitchen was now effortlessly chopping vegetables, wearing an endearing SpongeBob apron paired with professional attire, miraculously without a hint of discordance.

Tang Shu washed the selected green vegetables in the sink, watching those well-defined hands bustling about; every movement precise, producing uniformly cut vegetables.

"Do you often cook?"

"Not much, often there’s no one at home, I occasionally cook by myself when Aunt Lin isn’t around."

Jing Yu expertly turned on the stove to heat the oil, once the oil was ready he tossed in scallions, ginger, and garlic for seasoning, and in less than ten minutes, aromatic smells wafted through the kitchen. Homestyle stir-fries didn’t require much time; by the time the rice cooker had done steaming the rice, the dishes were already prepared.

This surprised Tang Shu who was watching from the side.

Indeed, the art of cooking—such an arcane skill—demanded natural talent. It was the same cooking process, but in her own hands, it turned into a global disaster.

Following the stir-fried celery and shredded pork, soon enough, shredded potatoes and small stir-fried green vegetables were plated as well.

An hour later, the freshly made spicy grilled fish was served on the dining table, golden in color, with a mouthwatering fragrance filling the restaurant with a distinctive spicy and numbing scent of grilled fish.

Jing Yu fetched a roasting pan from somewhere, lit the alcohol fuel underneath, and finally placed the grilled fish on top, encircling it with enoki mushrooms, perfectly adhering to the method of grilling first, then stewing.

Tang Shu stood by, watching his tall figure bustling in and out, experiencing for the first time the feeling of being utterly superfluous, a rather novel sensation.

"Do you need help with anything else?"

Jing Yu paused in the act of serving the rice and, seeing that she truly had nothing to do, glanced through the kitchen to the bouquet of roses on the coffee table.

"The flowers in the vase in the living room need changing. I’m not familiar with flower arranging, could you please take care of it?"

Huh?

Following his gaze towards the vase, Tang Shu spotted a disarray of four or five familiar fiery red roses, their wilting petals in stark contrast to the vivid bouquet on the table in front of them.

A familiar variety, a familiar sight, these must be from the bouquet received last Saturday, only...

"This flower... it’s trimmed quite artistically?"

Jing Yu seemed to understand the subtle disapproval in her eyes, his own eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Mm, I trimmed it myself, indeed not having unlocked any skills in this regard."

Tang Shu silently glanced at the kitchen and then turned her gaze back to the vase, internally finding an odd sense of balance.

Good, indeed, where there are strengths, there will be weaknesses.

***

Using scissors to remove two leaves with precision, Tang Shu smiled with satisfaction as she inserted the last rose into the vase, completing a beautifully arranged bouquet.

Thank goodness for her being the Young Sect Master of the Tang Sect, and still having had to learn such skills for debutante banquets!

Jing Yu came out with a jug of freshly squeezed orange juice and raised his eyebrows slightly upon seeing the vase, quite surprised.

"What is this arrangement called?"

The fiery red roses occupied one-third of the vase’s mouth, seemingly chaotic but instilling calmness at first glance, each rose boldly reaching outward, vying for beauty.

After a moment’s thought, Tang Shu said, "Fragrant Fight, how about that?"

Fragrant Fight?

"Very fitting."

Jing Yu set down the orange juice, his gaze lingering on the hand that was touching the vase. Compared to the competing roses, he cared more for the owner of the hands holding them.

Tang Shu had already been lured to the dining table by its enticing aromas, the five dishes pleasingly arranged together, the persistent fragrance tantalizing the nose, clearly whetting the appetite.

This was the work of someone who didn’t cook often?

Impressed once again by Jing Yu’s culinary talent, she eagerly tasted the grilled fish in the middle. The next instant, a rush of freshness filled her mouth, the flesh tender and softly textured, both numbing and spicy.

"How is it, Miss Tang, can you give a score?"

"..."

Tang Shu didn’t speak, her eyes brimming with amazement as she stared at the grilled fish in front of her, all because its familiar taste was very close to that from the grilled fish restaurant she knew.

But she remembered the chef there once said that the marinade was from a family secret recipe, whereas Jing Yu had just casually grabbed the spices off a supermarket shelf... wait, the color seemed different?

"What spices did you use for marinating the grass carp?"

Jing Yu only felt that the girl opposite him had a particularly bright gaze, as if twinkling with starlight.

"It’s the special marinade from that grilled fish restaurant, plus I added an extra type of seasoning, the master said it would taste fresher."

"The master gave you his ancestral marinade?"

"Mhm, it’s fine for personal use, but can’t be shared externally."

Tang Shu was even more surprised. Was that grilled fish master really so easygoing?

"Then I’ll give you a full score."

"Full score, that much?"

"Of course, if it’s any less, I’m afraid I’ll become a refuse-to-deal-with customer after eating this once."

Wouldn’t that be a major loss for her?

At her words, Jing Yu was initially taken aback, but then a deep chuckle spread through the air, laced with a touch of pleasure.

"You’re right, eat more."

The two-pound grass carp was neither too large nor too small, and because Tang Shu practiced martial arts, she had a much larger appetite than an average person, so they finished it all together.

The four small side dishes, which the cook had carefully considered when preparing the meal, were essentially finished as well.

By the time Tang Shu walked to her own door, patting her belly, the sun was directly to the south.

"Oh right, thank you for sending Sister Luo the annual meeting invitation."

"Several of Cloudscape Pharma’s profitable projects come from you, and the group was originally inviting you and your friends to attend. The administrative department is already arranging to send out emails to everyone, I just gave you yours in advance."

"I’m invited too?"

Jing Yu stopped in front of the villa, extending a formal invitation.

"Of course, may I ask if Miss Tang is interested in a one-day Cloudscape tour on the 15th of next month?"

"Will Cloudscape Pharma’s research team be there too?"

"They will."

"Sure, I’ll trouble you then, Mr. Jing?"

Tang Shu nodded with a smile, she hadn’t visited Cloudscape Pharma’s lab in a long time, and she had some medicinal materials sourced from abroad at home, so it would be the perfect opportunity to exchange ideas with them.

In that moment, Mr. Jing himself suddenly found that this address also sounded quite pleasant to his ears.

***

In late November, Tang Shu’s theatrical performance soon approached its second stage.

This time, the play was still "Youthful Ambition", and as Tang Shu changed into Lian Qingyi’s Republican student costume backstage, the audience below began to shuffle in.

"Little Yu, aren’t our seats in the front row?"

"Where is it, let me see... Huh? These seats are in the third row, they’re premium audience seats."

The first to enter were a couple in their fifties, the man’s originally stern face softened with gentleness, his eyes filled with affection as he looked at his beautiful wife beside him.

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