Eternal food paradise

Chen Zhiyuan had reason to suspect that "Manager Xia" was a grandfather-like figure in Xinshou Village.

How else to explain that, including himself and the two newcomers who just entered the game today, the first thing they saw when they opened their eyes and saw the world was this ordinary restaurant.

Isn't it very logical to set up a guide near the place of birth?

However, thinking that this was a large-scale autistic real-life game without a 'map', 'friends' or 'email' and other social functions, Chen Zhiyuan suddenly doubted himself a little.

Did the planning behind the park really take the players into consideration?

Master Wang and several of his apprentices walked into the house.

After all, he was not a hooligan, but a celebrity registered with the Provincial Chefs Association. Wang Fuquan cast a look at the apprentice with the loudest voice, and then stood still, sizing up the small shop.

Xiao was really young. He and his apprentices poured in, creating a crowded atmosphere.

A long and spotlessly clean bar made the already small store even more crowded. Wang Fuquan looked at the pots and pans on the bar: "Open kitchen?"

"Since the store is already very small, why not set up a back kitchen to free up space and put in a few more tables and chairs?"

Wang Fuquan found it a little hard to understand that a fly restaurant like this, which could only accommodate a dozen guests, was, to put it bluntly, forgetful about making a lot of money. It was good for the chef and his family to make ends meet.

So, the chef’s skills are so-so?

No wonder Wang Fuquan thinks so.

Anyway, in the world with a Chinese background, capable chefs are not dusty. Who has not opened a restaurant, followed by a large group of apprentices, and has all kinds of luxury cars and BMWs?

What is even more exaggerated is that Wang Fuquan once boarded a huge building ship. Before that, he himself could not imagine that there was a mobile restaurant on the Yangtze River system...

He didn't stop the loud-voiced disciple from shouting at the store, especially when he saw a young man from a young age appeared and said: "I am the chef."

Wang Fuquan's tense expression softened, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The 'joint book' only needs the fingerprints of a small number of die-hards to be completed. At that time, the book, which contains the will of the entire culinary community in the Land of Abundance, will be submitted to the desks of the old guys from the provincial association to decide on the new director of [Juxialou] The chef's 'cooking competition' is bound to be held.

He is Shaoan's minion.

Nine-star chef.

After he succeeds and retires, Shaoan will fulfill his promise and teach him a special recipe by cooking in person.

Of course, it does not say that getting a special recipe will definitely lead to a promotion to a special chef. How much he can digest and how much he learns all depends on his qualifications and talents. There are some very young young men who are much younger than him and can be called children and grandchildren. They don’t even need any special recipes. They just rely on their own understanding and make breakthroughs casually. Every time he hears about these deeds, Wang Fuquan has The feeling of regret that a lot of years have been wasted.

"Stop shouting and be quiet."

Xia Yan had to come out of the room: "I am the store manager and chef. Do you want to have a meal?"

He is not as well-informed as Chen Zhiyuan, and he doesn't know much about Wang Fuquan's details.

However, hearing the commotion outside the store and seeing Chen Zhiyuan hiding at the threshold acting as a coward to the onlookers, Xia Yan couldn't help but feel a little speechless:

"I didn't go out to make trouble for anyone. I stayed at home and practiced my cooking skills, and trouble came to my door instead? What the hell is this!"

Staying at home, working hard on cooking, and not eating anyone’s rice.

It's really strange. A shop owner like him who pays attention to being kind to others and making money by being kind can have enemies. Besides, he will always respond to every customer's request. He will strictly follow the taste of the guests and prepare exclusive private dishes to ensure that they feel at home. The truth is filled with resentment and resentment, so come to my shop and act wild.

"If you don't want to eat, you put a handprint on it, and we'll leave when you're done -" An apprentice came up with a scroll after being instructed by Wang Fuquan.

A corner of the scroll was exposed, densely packed with fingerprints and names.

What is this?

Xia Yan shook his head, forget it, he'd better not be a thorn in the side of a joint signature, sign it and send the person away as soon as possible. He also had to seize the time to study whether the distortion of reality was related to the paradise.

The moment he stretched out his hand to press the red lacquer box, the system prompted:

[Get the mission-‘Notorious’. 】

[Task content: Treat Wang Fuquan to a meal in your favorite way. It is required that the dish score is no less than 80 (good) and the darkness index is no less than mild. 】

[Reward ordinary treasure box*1. 】

Xia Yan withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened: "Sorry, I don't want to sign it yet."

"..."

Several apprentices looked at each other.

With a "bang", Wang Fuquan clapped his hand on the table and said in a calm voice: "This is a joint petition from all colleagues in the Land of Abundance. It symbolizes that the [Chrysanthemum Downstairs] in the Sichuan food world cannot be left alone for a day. Everyone wants to hold a traditional cooking competition as soon as possible to decide the next chef. Don’t you want to see [Juxialou] resume operations and restore its past glory? This is the face of our Sichuan food industry!"

I'm coming.

Chen Zhiyuan, who was watching fiercely from corner to corner, became excited.

Based on his understanding of the background of "Zhonghua Ichiban", this world cannot be measured by common sense.

A luminous dish that blinds the alloy eyes with light.

He has god-level talents like super vision, super smell, and super touch, which is why he has created incredible legendary recipes like "Mother Sun Ball" and "Eight Demon-Breaking Formations".

Of course, the chefs here generally have low martial arts values.

Wang Fuquan seems to be Lian Jiazi.

Wearing a sleeveless shirt, the arms held together were thicker than his thighs, and the muscles were tight and smooth.

"Hold the grass, it's time to test the rules of this world."

"Is it an abuse of force? Big fists are the last word, or is it a return to delicious food?"

Chen Zhiyuan's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his premonition became stronger and stronger. On his third day in the game, he might be able to watch a cooking competition.

To use the terminology of another gourmet show, it would be...

Fresh halberd!

Finally, can you see glowing dishes with your own eyes?

However, the plot developed so fast that Chen Zhiyuan could not expect it.

"sit--"

Manager Xia, whom he labeled as "mysterious" and "the old man from Novice Village", stood at the bar and spoke calmly to Master Wang and his group: "Food is the first priority for people. If you have anything to do, eat your food first." Once your stomach is full, it’s not too late to talk.”

Hearing this, several apprentices were at a loss and looked at Wang Fuquan.

"You want to force us to stay for dinner?" Wang Fuquan was also a little stunned. He quickly realized that there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "So, this is the condition you proposed?"

He winked, and the apprentices sat in a row in front of the bar.

"Go ahead and serve your best and most famous dishes, and I will pay you the price of the meal truthfully." In Wang Fuquan's mind, it was no big deal to spend money to do things, and Shao Anna also paid him an operating fee.

Young people are still young-skinned. They don't know how to ask for favors, so there is no need to be secretive.

"We can discuss the settlement after you are satisfied. I only have one request -"

"Eat clean."

Wang Fuquan frowned and found that the chef at the bar showed an elusive smile to him, "Please take a seat, too."