""Wake up, wake up, Fang Lin, wake up quickly." An anxious voice sounded, and Fang Lin felt a vibration, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Slowly opening his eyes, Fang Lin saw a young man, a young man in a chef's uniform.

"Who are you……"Looking at the slightly familiar young man, Fang Lin was stunned for a moment, and then a memory flooded into his mind.

He was the disciple of Ma Jiangyuan, the chef and manager of Zhenwei Restaurant, and the young man in front of him was Ma Jiangyuan's son, named Ma Jun.

This Ma Jun was already in his twenties. He was the deputy chef of Zhenwei Restaurant, but Ma Jun, who was mediocre in cooking qualifications, could only barely handle some ordinary dishes.

Some special dishes were handled by Ma Jiangyuan.

Their Zhenwei Restaurant was a Chinese restaurant, opened in a relatively prosperous commercial street in Tokyo. The competition for catering around this commercial street was very fierce. It was not easy for Ma Jiangyuan to keep Zhenwei Restaurant alive in the commercial street and make it famous.

Unfortunately, a month ago, Ma Jiangyuan kicked his feet directly and died.

He left behind his son Ma Jun and of course this Zhenwei Restaurant.

But it was obvious that with Ma Jun's strength, it would be difficult for this Zhenwei Restaurant to survive, not to mention that a new Chinese restaurant opened two weeks ago.

This Chinese restaurant is called Delicious Restaurant, a very simple and direct name. Delicious Restaurant is a well-known Chinese restaurant with many chain stores in Japan.

This time it opened in this commercial food court, which made the business of Zhenwei Restaurant, whose dishes were not special, go from bad to worse.

The old customers of Zhenwei Restaurant came before, but left very disappointed.

Because the taste here is not as good as that of Ma Jiangyuan before.

The diners are very realistic, they will go wherever there is delicious food.

Looking at the slightly silly young man in front of him, Fang Lin shook his head,"Brother Ma, it's okay, I'm just too tired."

As he said that, Fang Lin slowly stood up. He suddenly fell to the ground just now, which scared Ma Jun.

"Fang Lin, my father has been dead for a month, don't be sad."Ma Jun said softly,"Why don't you go and take a rest now, I will cook the food by myself, that's enough."

Fang Lin looked around and saw that the kitchen was quite large and there were many chefs, but he could see that there were only a few stoves cooking the food, and there were too few diners.

"Brother Ma, don't be nervous, I just felt a little dizzy, I'm going to the bathroom to clear my head first."Fang Lin said

""Okay." Ma Jun nodded quickly.

Then, Fang Lin left the kitchen and walked into the bathroom. He looked at the figure in the mirror. He had black hair, a handsome face, a hint of evil at the corner of his mouth, eyes as deep as the starry sky, and a straight nose, which made his face full of masculine charm.

This was a handsome boy.

Fifteen-year-old Fang Lin

"Isn't this me?" Fang Lin touched his face, a little confused.

In the previous world, Fang Lin followed the wandering chefs around the world, constantly increasing his knowledge of food, practicing cooking skills, knife skills and other chef skills.

But before the age of fifteen, his master did not allow him to cook food for those diners individually. After the age of fifteen, Fang Lin really entered the food industry. At that time, Fang Lin took a plane to Shanghai, but he never thought that the plane would have an accident. After waking up, Fang Lin arrived here.

However, the appearance of this Fang Lin is obviously the same as his original self.

"Moreover. Fang Lin pulled his sleeves up a little and found a scar on his face. This scar was caused by him when he was a child and wanted to perform extremely difficult knife skills.

"Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly? Fang Lin chuckled,"But this world also has Japan, China, and the United States, but there are some differences in some places."

"As for now."Fang Lin showed a confident smile,"That is to bring back the popularity of Zhenwei Restaurant, and it must be even more popular than before."

Yes, Fang Lin's personality is like this. Although his smile looks warm, it will unconsciously bring pressure to people.

In literary terms, it is the style of a king, a confident king.

In terms of the Internet, perhaps it can also be said to be a middle school boy, but Fang Lin would not agree with this statement.

Moreover, Fang Lin also knew that both Ma Jiangyuan and Ma Jun attached great importance to Zhenwei Restaurant, because it is an old store for more than ten years.

They have spent more than ten years here. For them, this is their home.

Just as Fang Lin was about to leave, an inexplicable voice rang in his mind.

"Ding, the Emperor System is starting up. Host Fang Lin, the world detected is the Shokugeki no Soma world."

"Testing the world, a world with food as its apex, the Food King System is being activated, and it has been successfully activated"

"Open the Food King system branch"

"Skill","talent","physical fitness","Knowledge","Props","Food Library","Virtual Kitchen"

"Seven branches were successfully launched"

"Show profile."

Fang Lin

Age: 15

Height: 172

Strength: 8

Speed: 8

Physique: 8

Chef Abilities: Advanced Knife Skills, Intermediate Cooking, Intermediate Fire Control, Intermediate Food Processing

Talents: None

Items: None

Reputation Points: 5

"This is……"Fang Lin was stunned. How could such a fantastic thing happen in an instant? He turned on the system.

Of course he knew about the system. As a good boy in the new era, he would still read novels. Moreover, this was the world of Food Wars: Shokugeki no Soma. He seemed to have heard of it vaguely.

Isn't this the world of comics?

At this moment, Fang Lin had many questions.

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