Chapter 690 [The Pursuit of a Chef]

After a night of drinking, the headache was relentless.

Although Jiang Feng spent half an hour last night in a half-drunk stupor, determined to buy a mop from the supermarket before drunkenly falling asleep as usual—with even greater physical exertion and energy spent—he still managed to wake up promptly at 6:30 am, courtesy of his reliable internal clock.

He didn't buy the mop.

The first thing on Jiang Feng's mind after waking up was not his headache, but the mop.

Lying in bed sorting through his thoughts for quite some time, Jiang Feng finally pieced together what he had done last night.

He remembered leaning over the table, exclaiming to Wang Hao how good his cooking was, lamenting that he hadn't managed to improve his skills after two months of practice, and wondering why he could never produce an S-grade dish...

Jiang Feng: ...

He felt he was doomed.