Siheyuan: Maxed-Out Proficiency from the Start

When Qin Huairu brings a lunchbox to trade for cornmeal, He Yuzhu's wok skills happen to break through to the [God-Tier] level. In the afterimages of his flying iron ladle, a nightmare of dying beneath a bridge twenty years in the future overlaps with Jia Zhangshi's mean face before him. Ding! As the notification sounds, Martial Arts Proficiency +1, he swings his ladle and knocks away the "retirement agreement" Yi Zhonghai has handed him. "Zhu, you can't be so selfish!" Yi Zhonghai roars, clutching his swollen face. But He Yuzhu has already pierced Jia Dongxu's hand with a silver needle as he tries to steal grain, while his right hand uses a spatula to carve the elegant seal of a factory-certified master chef. That night, he cures the deaf old lady's chronic cough with acupuncture, while a pot of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall simmers on the stove, its aroma filling half the alley. Its stock was simmered with the tears Silly Zhu shed in his previous life.