After taking care of the matter with Albert and Leonard, Christopher entered the kitchen before he started to consume both the Instantly Handsome Pie and the Beauty Soup. With the 10-second Instant Pot, preparing these two items is just a piece of cake to me. Nevertheless, he felt a little surprised to hear voices notifying him about the increase of his experience in his head. Ding! “Congratulations! Knife Skills leveled up. 30 experience points obtained.” Ding! “Congratulations! Fire Skills leveled up. 30 experience points obtained.” Ding! “Congratulations! Tasting Skills leveled up. 30 experience points obtained.” Ding! “Congratulations! Choosing Skills leveled up. 30 experience points obtained.” “It looks like the 10-second Instant Pot really does its job. My skills and experience keep increasing after I’ve used it. Good! It’ll probably save me the trouble of preparing the ingredients from now on.” Upon using the 10-second Instant Pot, Christopher continuously heard those voices in his head even though he didn’t even touch the knife in the kitchen, and neither did he slice the vegetables nor was he observing anyone else cooking. Soon, he recalled hearing a few mechanical voices in his head every time he was in the kitchen even though he didn’t pay much attention to it. Thus, he began to listen to those voices closely and realized there were a few different ones in his head. Ding! “Congratulations! Your Knife Skills have reached 500,000. For that, you will be rewarded with 50,000 experience points in your Knife Skills.” Ding! “Congratulations! Your Fire Skill has reached 500,000. For that, you will be rewarded with 50,000 experience points in your Fire Skill.” Ding! “Congratulations! Your Tasting Skills have reached 500,000. For that, you will be rewarded with 50,000 experience points in your Tasting Skills.” Ding!“Congratulations! Your Choosing Skills have reached 500,000. For that, you will be rewarded with 50,000 experience points in your Choosing Skills.” Amused with those voices, Christopher happily fantasized himself as a chef who rose from the Intermediate Level to the Advanced Level. By then, I will be able to make delicious cuisines with my impressive cooking skills that no one can challenge and criticize. Oh yes! I’m going to get many likes for that. As he listened to those voices, he finished a set of the Instantly Handsome Pie and Beauty Soup before he proceeded to make them. As he expected, he started to hear exclaims from the Thumbs-Up Hotel. Ding! “Congratulations! You have just received 500 likes for making the Instantly Handsome Pie!” Ding! “Congratulations! You have just received 500 likes for making the Beauty Soup!” Ding! “Congratulations! You have just received 250 likes for making the Instantly Handsome Pie!” Ding! “Congratulations! You have just received 250 likes for making the Instantly Handsome Pie!” The voices in Christopher’s head continued to speak, which painted a smile on his face. Unlike the day before, he managed to gather over 20,000 likes from the Thumbs-Up Hotel today. It seems that the number of likes these two dishes have gathered is almost as close as the Hundred Tonics Nourishing Soup. At the thought of that, he nodded his head in agreement. When the clock struck 12 noon, it was about time for him to call it a day, yet he still saw people lining up outside. Needless to say, Christopher turned them down because he refused to continue operating his business after 12 noon; otherwise he would violate the rules and invite a series of trouble. When he was about to tell Madilyn that, he noticed the depressed look on her face, which reminded him of her brittle smile he saw earlier that day. As she puckered her lips, she seemed like she had something to say but had no idea how to put it in words. Christopher felt a little helpless when he met Madilyn’s confused gaze. So, he asked, “Is there something you want to tell me? I hate to see whatever is bothering you taking a toll on your performance. Why don’t you tell me and see whether I can help you?” Madilyn shook her head; she stammered for a bit before she bit her lips and went on to explain, “I’m sorry, Boss. It’s about my dad. He’s been in the hospital ever since he was injured at work, but the treatments he received from many of the hospitals simply didn’t improve his condition until he was transferred to a private hospital. The facilities there are rather complete, or perhaps I’d say luxurious. However, the medical bill there is pricey. When I received that 1 million, I wanted to let my father try their treatments, but they told me the operation will cost 3 million. If my father doesn’t undergo his surgery in time, his condition will worsen and he could even be paralyzed.” In fact, she had never told anyone about the matter because she knew no one would be willing to lend her a helping hand. However, her worry eventually got the better of her, which was why her emotion was written all over her face in such an obvious manner. Upon hearing the lady’s words, Christopher knitted his eyebrows in bewilderment, wondering why the medical bill would be so expensive. Her father only sustained a leg injury, but why does he need to pay so much to treat his injury? Are the facilities in this private hospital all made of gold or something? When he was still frowning in thought, he suddenly noticed a yellow Aston Martin approaching from afar at a high speed. Soon, the car pulled over by the roadside, whereupon he noticed a familiar figure stepping out of the vehicle. “Divine Doctor Yard, I’ve finally found you! Ever since I took your medicine, my condition and health have improved so much. If you don’t mind, please let me treat you to a meal as a token of gratitude.” Harold carefully scanned his surroundings before his eyes fell upon Christopher. Then, a look of happiness emerged on Harold’s face when he found his savior. It seems that Noah was right. This is where Christopher usually shows up at. Ding! “Congratulations! You have just received 5,000 likes for curing someone of his illness and saving his life.” While Harold was still talking, Christopher suddenly heard that voice again in his head. Nevertheless, he wasn’t glad, but instead he was helpless because he was reluctant to dine with Harold. Deep down, Christopher couldn’t stop thinking about the revolting look on Harold’s face from last time. No matter what he treats me later, I don’t think I’ll have the appetite for any of those dishes anyway. As Christopher was about to turn Harold down, he suddenly recalled the trouble that was bothering Madilyn. Harold lives in a nice house and his company is running a business that has something to do with pharmaceuticals. Perhaps he knows about the hospital where Madilyn’s father is currently admitted to. Therefore, Christopher patted her shoulder and asked about the hospital’s name and her father’s condition. Then, he turned his attention to Harold and asked, “Do you, by any chance, know about a hospital named Crest Hospital in Brentwood City? It’s situated somewhere in the southwest district.” In response to Christopher’s question, Harold paused for a few seconds before appearing to be excited. Then, he proceeded to boast about the story behind the hospital. “I built and funded the hospital for my daughter who has a keen interest in medical science as well as the convenience to cure my illness. The facilities there are the best in Brentwood City and so are the doctors. Although my illness wasn’t cured there, I’m more than happy to help you with anything about the hospital if you need it!” Upon hearing the man’s words, Christopher was seen with a strange look on his face but soon looked at Harold in amusement, whereupon he went straight to the point and told him about Madilyn’s quandary.