It could be said, he’s exactly the type of dog waist that wealthy women love the most. "If I don’t take off my clothes and show my muscles, I might confuse quite a few people." "Really would be mistaken for a frail pretty boy..." Fang Cheng muttered to himself, stepping out in slippers. As he arrived in the living room, his gaze fell on the brand new forty-inch LCD color television in front of the sofa. This was sent and installed by his mom just two days ago. Fang Cheng picked up the remote and turned on the TV. He casually searched through the programs and found a channel playing an old foreign film, "The Silence of the Lambs." The protagonist, Hannibal, is a perverse killer and cannibal who is sharing incomprehensible words with a clueless female agent. Fang Cheng watched for a while, then put down the remote, treating the TV as background noise. He turned toward the kitchen and opened the freezer door. Chilling air instantly rushed out, revealing chunks of meat laced with fresh blood. Fang Cheng reached in, grabbing and pulling out a ten-pound frozen front cow leg. He then carried the cow leg to the cutting board on the stove, tied on an apron, and picked up an ordinary household kitchen knife. A flash of cold light, and the hard front cow leg along with the bone split into two segments, the cut smooth as a mirror. The kitchen knife in his hand seemed to transform into a rare mighty weapon. The blade danced quickly across the cutting board, rapid chopping, bewildering the eyes. Flashing cold light, the blade first slid gently along the bone joints, then swiftly pushed, separating a large piece of intact meat with ease. Next, using the bone joints, he precisely picked off the fascia at the connecting parts with the knife tip. At this moment, he stood at the stove, skillfully handling ingredients. In the living room behind him, the TV screen flickered, broadcasting the film’s climax. The female agent accidentally enters the killer’s lair and in a dark basement, is chased by the killer wearing night vision goggles. A series of horrifying screams constantly emitted from the TV, echoing in the living room. Which combined with the "chop chop chop" sound of cutting in the kitchen, creating a bizarre yet harmonious symphony. Fang Cheng cut half of the cow’s front leg into large chunks, blanched them to remove blood scum, then added onion, carrot, ginger slices, and bay leaf to simmer on low heat, preparing to eat at noon. The other half he sliced into thin strips, planning to make a simple beef stir-fry with green pepper. In a hot pan with cold oil, beef slices were added, quickly stir-fried, and immediately served once the meat color changed. Then he added the green pepper to stir fry, finally poured in the beef, drizzled with sauce, and stir-fried over high heat. The aroma exploded instantly. Because of the large quantity, Fang Cheng simply used a stainless steel soup bowl to serve the freshly stir-fried beef. [Cooking Skill Experience +2] [Cooking Skill lv1 (151/250)] Looking at the prompt message before him, Fang Cheng nodded slightly in satisfaction. Since the end of the graduate exams, he had more idle time, allowing more practice for various skills, thus enhancing the growth rate of experience. As an excellent fitness enthusiast and gourmet, one should not only have a good body but also good culinary skills. Because only mastering good culinary skills and processing ingredients perfectly will bring better appetite, and naturally a better body. Fang Cheng carried the big bowl of stir-fried beef to the dining table. Then, he took out two one-liter bottles of milk from the freezer, three bags of multigrain buns, and five boxes of cooked chicken legs. The sumptuous breakfast nearly covered half the table, and he began to eat voraciously. His way of eating resembled a ravenous beast, swallowing down meat and bones without chewing much. After stuffing the last bun into his mouth, he picked up the soup bowl and licked the remaining beef sauce clean. Finally, Fang Cheng stood up to tidy the dining table. While he cleaned the house, he also practiced cleaning skills. As for this afternoon, he planned to go to the fight club. Find Coach Shen to delve deeply into Karate techniques and thoroughly learn the "Hand Blade" and "Piercing Hand" skills. Hopefully, he can unlock a new fighting skill. Just as Fang Cheng picked up the broom, his heart suddenly fluttered slightly. As if an invisible thread from afar was gently plucked, pulling his consciousness. Clear ripples began to surface in the depths of his mind. Someone is calling him? Fang Cheng’s gaze flickered, then he put down the broom and held his breath. His consciousness quickly sank into the Memory Palace, extending outward along that invisible spiritual link. The scenes in his vision started flashing swiftly. Tall buildings, streets, traffic flow... Numerous images continually switched before his eyes. Finally, his vision penetrated the fog and settled on a dimly lit, slightly opulent room. It’s the "Midnight Forest" bar, Xu Hao’s exclusive VIP lounge. At this moment, Xu Hao was sitting on the sofa, massaging his brow and yawning. The coffee table was crammed with scattered empty wine bottles, mixed with foreign and white wine, indicating a recent sobering from hangover. "Xu Hao, what’s the matter?" Fang Cheng observed and then asked. Sensing the link established, Xu Hao immediately perked up as if energized, sitting up straight and spiritedly replied: "Boss, unbelievable, I have explosive news!" "What explosive news?" "Two eight-level cadres from Noah Organization have been murdered again!" Xu Hao’s voice transmitted via spiritual link was exceptionally excited. "And they died more gruesomely than ever!" ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel~fire~net "One was Scorpion, the head of the field department, whose remains were nowhere to be found, with just a heap of meat paste left at the scene, according to Brother Biao."