Jiang Feng occasionally made errors in his self-awareness, but for the most part, he was very much aware of his abilities.
Even now, with fresh spiny sea cucumbers in front of him—sea cucumbers that had been soaked and had spit out all their sand—despite having meat broth and chicken broth always at the ready in the kitchen, he had no delusions about attempting Jiang's Sea Cucumber Soup.
If Jiang's Sea Cucumber Soup were an A-grade dish, Jiang Feng might have steeled his resolve and tried it on the spot. At worst, he would waste a pot of chicken broth, a pot of meat broth, plus a few sea cucumbers, garnering a failed soup and Mrs. Wang Xiulian's affectionate slap.
He now required tricky methods even to make an A-grade dish; S-grade dishes were far beyond his reach.
