The Invincible God of Cooking

“Wake up, wake up, Fang Lin, wake up quickly.” An anxious voice sounded, with the feeling that his body was shaking, which made Fang Lin a little uncomfortable.

Slowly opening his eyes, Fang Lin saw a young man, a young man wearing a chef’s uniform.

“Are you…” Looking at the slightly familiar youth, Fang Lin was stunned for a moment, and then a wave of memories flooded into his mind.

He is the disciple of Ma Jiangyuan, the chef and manager of Zhenwei Restaurant, and the young man in front of him is Ma Jiangyuan’s son, called Ma Jun.

This Ma Jun is in his twenties, he is the sous chef of Zhenwei Restaurant, but Ma Jun, who has mediocre chef qualifications, can only barely handle some ordinary dishes.

Some special dishes are handled by Ma Jiangyuan.

Their Zhenwei restaurant is a Chinese restaurant opened in a relatively prosperous commercial street in Tokyo, and the competition for dining around this commercial street is very fierce, and it is not easy for Ma Jiangyuan to make Zhenwei restaurant survive in the commercial street and make it have some fame.

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

Left behind his son Ma Jun, and of course this treasure restaurant.

It’s just obvious that with Ma Jun’s strength, it’s hard to keep this restaurant alive, let alone a new Chinese restaurant opened two weeks ago.

This Chinese restaurant is called Yumi-sai, a simple and straightforward name, this Yuyuzhai is a well-known Chinese restaurant, there are many chain stores in Japan.

This time, it opened in this commercial food street, which made the business of Zhenwei Restaurant, which was not particularly special, deteriorate.

The old patron of Zhenwei Restaurant came here, but also left disappointed.

Because the taste here is not as delicious as Ma Jiangyuan before.

Diners are very realistic, and where there is a delicacy, they will go.

Looking at the slightly humble young man in front of him, Fang Lin shook his head, “Brother Ma, it’s okay, I’m just too tired.” ”

Saying that, Fang Lin slowly stood up, just now he suddenly fell to the ground, but Ma Jun was startled.

“Fang Lin, my father has been dead for a month, don’t be sad.” Ma Jun said softly, “Otherwise, you go and rest now, I’ll cook the food alone, it’s enough.” ”

Fang Lin looked around, this kitchen was still quite large, and there were many cooks, but he could find that there were few stoves cooking food, and there were too few diners.

“Brother Ma, don’t be nervous, just a little dizzy in my brain just now, I’ll go to the bathroom first to sober up.” Fang Lin said.

“Good.” Ma Jun nodded quickly.

Then, Fang Lin left the kitchen and walked into the bathroom, looking at the figure in the mirror, black broken hair, handsome face, with a hint of evil meaning at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, and the bridge of his nose made the whole face full of male charm.

This is a handsome and handsome teenager.

Fifteen-year-old Fang Lin.

“Isn’t that me?” Fang Lin touched his face, a little puzzled.

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

It’s just that until he was fifteen years old, his master didn’t allow him to target those diners alone and cook food for them.

And after the age of fifteen, it was when Fang Lin really entered the food world, when Fang Lin took a plane to Shanghai, but he never expected that the plane had an accident.

After waking up, Fang Lin arrived here.

However, this Fang Lin’s appearance is obviously his original self.

“And.” Fang Lin pulled his sleeve up a little, and he was able to find a scar, which was caused by his naughty and extremely difficult knife skills when he was a child.

“Zhuang Zhou Mengdie?” Fang Lin chuckled, “But this world also has Japan, the Celestial Empire, and the United States, but there are some differences. ”

“As for now.” Fang Lin showed a confident smile, “That is to bring the popularity of the Zhenwei Pavilion back up, and it is even more popular than before.” ”

Yes, Fang Lin’s personality is like this, although the smile looks warm, it will unconsciously bring pressure to people.

In literary and artistic terms, it is the wind of kings, the king of self-confidence.

In the words of the Internet, it may also be possible to say that the teenager of the second middle school is also possible, but this statement, Fang Lin will not recognize.

Moreover, Fang Lin also knew that whether it was Ma Jiangyuan or Ma Jun, they attached great importance to Zhenwei Pavilion, because this was an old shop that was more than ten years old.

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

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

“Ding, the imperial system is starting, the host Fang Lin, the detection world is the halberd spirit world.”

“Detect the world, take food as the apex of the world, the gourmet emperor system is open, and it is successful.”

“Open the branch of the gastronomic imperial system.”

“Skills”, “Talent”, “Physical Fitness”, “Knowledge”, “Props”, “Food Library”, “Virtual Kitchen”

“The seven branches were successfully launched.”

“Show profile.”

Fang Lin

Age: 15

Height: 172

Power: 8

Speed: 8

Physique: 8

Chef ability: advanced knife work, intermediate cooking, intermediate fire control, intermediate food handling

Talent: None

Props: None

Prestige points: 5

“This is…” Fang Lin was stunned, how in an instant, such a mysterious thing happened, and he turned on the system.

Of course, he knows that as a good boy in the new era, he will still read novels, and this is the world of halberd spirits, and he seems to have faintly heard it.

Isn’t this the world of comics?

At this moment, Fang Lin had many questions.