Chapter 12/22 Monday

"Etched on every brow, imprinted in every heart..."

After getting up, Chen Yuan didn't forget to practice this song while getting dressed.

Although he could sing without running off-key and didn't forget the lyrics, he always felt that he wasn't capturing the essence of the song.

After all, the two most popular versions of this song, one being Huo Zun's guofeng (Chinese traditional style) version, actually leaned more towards a female perspective, with a softer and more melodious tone, which wasn't quite like Chen Yuan.

As for Lin Zhixuan's version, some people always criticized it for being too showy with technique, prioritizing skill over emotion. But it also showed that he was a technique-oriented singer. Obviously, Chen Yuan was far from that level.

All in all, this wasn't a song that suited him.

Unless Chen Yuan could suddenly have an epiphany and master the way of music, improving his skills to the point where he could reach the level of a Da Xian (great immortal) where you couldn't hear him breathing.

He had to discuss it with He Meng.

Either change the song.

Or change the singer.

"Um… Baby." Xia Xinyu, holding a sanitary pad, came out of the room, looked at Chen Yuan who was about to brush his teeth, and held his hand with her other hand, saying, "Can you brush your teeth outside? I, I need the toilet urgently."

"Okay, I'll make noodles for you," Chen Yuan said.

"That... um, okay." Xia Xinyu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, then let go of his hand, opened the bathroom door, and entered with some discomfort before closing the door.

Miss Xinyu's important relative, Auntie, had arrived again.

It was obvious that she was very uncomfortable.

So, let me make her a bowl of loving breakfast noodles...

Chen Yuan was halfway through speaking when he suddenly felt something pouring into his mind.

A large amount of knowledge, like turning into a stream of energy, flowed in continuously.

And all of it was about cooking.

It was like being given a transmission of skill by someone.

Wait.

Why?

After asking this question in his heart, Chen Yuan suddenly realized that it was Monday.

His superpower had refreshed.

His superpower of knowing other people's secrets, becoming Intelligence Chen Yuan, had weakened and refreshed into something else.

Could it be that this week's superpower was increased cooking skills?

That was too literal, wasn't it?

If that was really all it was, then this superpower could be said to be the weakest one since he gained superpowers.

But occasionally having this kind of unimportant superpower was pretty good.

And so, Chen Yuan went to the refrigerator, and after scanning the ingredients, he suddenly felt like his meridians had been opened up, and he actually had many ideas about making noodles.

It was as if he had entered his own domain.

Then, he would use cured meat, eggs, and garlic to make a delicious bowl of noodles.

Come on, Xinyu, let me make you a bowl of noodles!

After preparing the ingredients, Chen Yuan boiled a kettle of water and set it aside.

Then, with a very clear mind, he chopped the garlic into minced garlic, the ginger into minced ginger, and the cured meat into thin strips.

After preparing the ingredients.

He heated the pot with oil, cracked two eggs with one hand, fried them into sunny-side-up eggs with golden-brown edges, then poured all the boiling water into the pot, covered it, and simmered it into a pot of egg broth. Then, he added light soy sauce, oyster sauce, a little salt, and finally the noodles and cured meat, slowly stirring with chopsticks to avoid clumping.

When the noodles were cooked, and could be easily broken with chopsticks, he divided them into two bowls, one fried egg on each side.

Then, he continued to heat the pot with oil, added the minced ginger and minced garlic, and after the garlic turned slightly yellow, he drizzled it over both bowls of noodles.

Sprinkle some chopped scallions on top.

Those who don't like scallions and beef don't have to add them, no need to pull out a gun.

No, why do I know such complicated noodle-making techniques?

So weird.

Xia Xinyu, with a not-so-good complexion but still wearing a smile, came out and said in surprise, "It smells so good, it makes my appetite increase."

"Hurry up and eat, the noodles will get soggy," Chen Yuan said to Xia Xinyu while brushing his teeth at the sink in the kitchen.

"Yeah." Xia Xinyu sat at the table, took a bite with chopsticks, and immediately showed a surprised expression, praising, "Delicious!"

It felt like she had made it herself.

The taste was pretty good.

Of course, the reason she praised it so highly was purely because this bowl of noodles came from Chen Yuan's hands.

How could he, who had always been a cooking novice, suddenly improve so much?

After Chen Yuan finished brushing his teeth, he went to sit next to Xia Xinyu, took a bite of the noodles, and was also quite surprised.

Delicious!

Just like Xinyu made it.

Even the proportion of seasonings was like Xinyu's habit.

Wait.

Looking at Xia Xinyu, Chen Yuan was a little dazed.

Could it be that this week's ability was stealing other people's specialties?

If that was the case, wouldn't that mean that as long as I made contact with Faker before the competition, I could turn him into a gold III Eoria with 25 LP, with his strongest hero being Master Yi?

"There's still some sausage that Auntie gave us that we haven't finished, I'll go fry some sausage," Chen Yuan said proactively while eating his noodles.

"Sit down, I'll go," Xia Xinyu smiled and took the initiative to do it.

After a while, she walked up to him with a plate of sausages, put it down, and sat down.

Chen Yuan picked one up with his chopsticks and tasted it.

The taste was still Xinyu's taste.

So, it wasn't that my cooking skills were exchanged with hers, nor was it stealing them out of thin air, but rather copying her cooking skills for my own use.

Then that was awesome too!

Still have to touch Faker.

That way, at least the mid-lane gap would be gone.

What? Secretly touch Messi?

That wouldn't work, his alcohol tolerance wasn't good, he couldn't play soccer.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuan began to recall the details just now.

Indeed, after contacting Xia Xinyu, he gained her cooking skills. Moreover, he very clearly obtained a lot of knowledge about cooking in his mind.

Strange, why did he only steal cooking skills?

Regarding this, Chen Yuan had several guesses.

One, steal the other person's best skill.

Two, steal the other person's skill that is better than his own.

Three, randomly steal one of the other person's skills.

Thinking this way, Chen Yuan touched Xia Xinyu's face and gently rubbed it.

"?" Xia Xinyu didn't understand why, she just looked at Chen Yuan.

After rubbing her soft, tender face for about ten seconds, Chen Yuan let go.

But no new knowledge entered his mind.

Quite a while passed, but still nothing.

Therefore, he could rule out three - randomly stealing a skill that the other person was good at.

"Let's go out."

After verifying, Chen Yuan stood up, preparing to grab his backpack and put on his shoes.

"Just now was..."

Xia Xinyu, holding her face, asked Chen Yuan, not quite understanding.

"A boyfriend can touch whenever he wants, does he need a reason?" Chen Yuan immediately replied.

"..."

This sudden burst of machismo stunned Xia Xinyu, and then she thought that it was probably because he had made her a very delicious breakfast, so he was feeling proud, so she indulged him: "Yes, yes, a boyfriend can touch whenever he wants... Of course, don't touch all the time."

During the conversation, Xia Xinyu moved Chen Yuan's hand from her butt.

However, because she refused so gently, Chen Yuan took it as her being coy.

So, when she was putting on her backpack, he put it back on.

Suddenly, Xia Xinyu froze.

Uh oh, is she angry?

Then he saw her turn around, her face red, stomping her feet angrily and saying, "Ugh! The sanitary pad is all crooked!"

After saying that, Xia Xinyu ran back to the bathroom again...

Leaving only Chen Yuan, looking at his Godly Right Hand that shattered his fantasies, suddenly having a whimsical idea.

Then as long as he found an opportunity to make contact, wouldn't he be able to steal whatever he wanted?