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Jiang Feng, in the distant back kitchen, sneezed, rubbed his nose, and found the empty kitchen somewhat strange as he glanced around.

Why weren't Qiqi, Zhang, and Xiaxia in the kitchen today? And why were Ji Xue and Jiang Weisheng staring at him all the time, making his skin crawl?

Jiang Feng looked at the task list.

After a period of what could only be described as devilish training, his frenzied practice had led to a considerable increase in his three basic stats, and his knife skills were estimated to reach Grandmaster Level in no more than two weeks.

Grandmaster Level!

The thought of those three wonderful words filled Jiang Feng with infinite motivation.

Achieving Master Level required a proficiency of one million points, but it was not just one million points. Long before, Jiang Feng had found that after the proficiency of his knife skills had reached the latter stages of Master Level, the speed of improvement was noticeably slower than that of seasoning and fire control.