"Another pot of chicken soup?"
The old man was taken aback.
Pointing at the half chicken on the cutting board, Xia Qing lowered his voice, "Are you sure you've learned something?"
Xia Yu blinked, "I wouldn't say I've mastered it, but at least I have some new insights into 'knife skills'."
"Really?" The old man eyed him suspiciously.
Xia Yu shrugged.
"I never mince words, old man. Just wait and see!" He donned his apron again but didn't immediately take a kitchen knife from the rack; instead, he stood with arms crossed, quietly communicating with the system.
"Hey—"
He called to the system, "Show me the 'Divine Hand' panel!"
Ding.
"'Divine Hand' (5/10): A magical culinary skill with extremely high growth potential. Simply touching an ingredient provides detailed appraisal data, though the skill itself has unexplored versatility. More applications await the host's exploration."
The skill information was displayed in a green, eye-friendly color.
