Meg entered the kitchen. The rice in the rice cooker was just done. He scooped out a bowl and let it dry for a while. Then, he used his credit card to buy the ingredients for a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice and started to make the second one.
Meg wouldn't think about limiting the amount of ingredients he could buy now. The task of one thousand bowls of Yangzhou fried rice was no joke. However, if the restaurant's business was really good in the future, limiting the amount of ingredients he could buy was a way to respect the customers.
As for the system's suggestion, he wasn't stupid. The system probably wanted him to return to his semi-disabled state.
"The system's suggestion is to help the host walk further on the path of becoming the God of Cooking," the system's voice suddenly sounded.
Meg raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect the system to read his thoughts. Instead, he was magnanimous. He asked, "System, in order to help me walk further on the path of becoming the God of Cooking, let me give you a suggestion as well."
"Please go ahead," the system replied.
"I think you should lower the price of the ingredients by half," Meg said seriously.
"The ingredients provided by the system are all from …" the system replied.
"I have the same attitude towards your suggestion," Meg didn't wait for the system to finish and directly ended the conversation.
"…" A line of ellipses floated in Meg's mind.
Meg's lips curled up slightly. He started to process the ingredients quickly.
What a joke. He was famous for his sharp tongue. He never lost a verbal battle. He didn't even have a single fan. It was a piece of cake for him to argue with the system.
Mobai was sitting down and feeling the changes in his body. After finishing a plate of Yangzhou fried rice, the warm feeling in his body began to fade away. However, the feeling of tiredness didn't disappear. It was still there. He clenched his fists. His condition was similar to when he had just woken up this morning. He was full of energy.
"At this level, it should be worth half a bottle of middle-grade recovery potion. Plus, I don't feel exhausted at all. One bottle of Mid-level Recovery Potion costs 20 gold coins, and I need to use one bottle of Mid-level Recovery Potion per day. But two bowls of Yangzhou Fried Rice, which is even more delicious and effective, only cost 12 gold coins. It's really a good deal. "Mobai quickly calculated in his mind, and the conclusion made his eyes light up.
The forging of each weapon required more than ten thousand swings of a hammer that weighed nearly a hundred kilograms. The high remuneration corresponded to the high intensity of labor and forging skills.
Mobai's body's recovery ability was no longer as good as when he was young. In order to complete his daily workload, he had to drink a bottle of disgusting Intermediate Recovery Potion at noon every day.
However, the dependence on this item was too strong, and he could already feel that his body was slowly corroding due to long-term consumption. At this rate, he could only maintain his forging precision for five years at most.
The day that he lost his precision would be the day that the reputation that he had built in Chaos City for the past few decades would collapse.
Although he had saved up quite a bit of savings with the price of at least 1000 gold coins for a weapon, he knew that the money was far from enough for what he wanted to do. Five years was too short. He needed at least ten more years of high-intensity forging every day before he could do it.
This Yangzhou Fried Rice was like a ray of light that suddenly appeared in the endless darkness for him. He saw hope all of a sudden.
"Let's try another one. If the recovery effect is really good, I can eat it every day in the future!" At first, he felt a little heartache about the money he had spent. But compared to the potion that made him want to vomit after taking a sip, this Yangzhou fried rice, which was extremely delicious and almost half cheaper than the potion, was not difficult to choose between if the effects were the same.
"Grandpa Dwarf, didn't you just say that you wouldn't fall in love with this taste?" Amy had also finished her Yangzhou Fried Rice. She licked her lips and looked at Mobai with a smile, her little face full of innocence.
Mobai blushed under Ai Mi's stare. He coughed dryly and said, "I was just testing the boss to see if he was confident in his cooking skills. I didn't expect that he wouldn't be confident even though his cooking skills are so good, so I was trying to raise his confidence."
"Really?" Amy looked at Mobai suspiciously.
"Of course it's true. I'm not the kind of person who says that it's not tasty before I even try it." Mobai nodded seriously, with a hint of pride in his voice.
"Then I'll take it as true." Amy looked at Mobai helplessly. She slid down from the chair and carried the plate into the kitchen.
"I … I …" Mobai felt as if he had been despised again. Being looked at by a little girl with that kind of helpless gaze, as if she had already seen through everything.
Meg listened to Mobai's arrogant conversation in the kitchen. He was speechless after being easily refuted by Amy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up a little.
This little girl is very talented. As expected of my daughter. As long as her poisonous tongue is casually developed, coupled with her cute appearance, she can completely refute people until they start doubting their lives and yet they can't get angry. This feeling is simply too good.
Meg took the plate with a smile and put it aside as he looked at Amy and said, "If you still want to eat, I'll make more for my portion and give you another small bowl."
"Father, you're so good to Amy." Amy looked up at Meg, her little face full of admiration. After waking up yesterday, Father seemed to have changed into a different person. He had changed so much.
Mobai looked at the father and daughter in the kitchen from outside and was stunned. In a trance, he seemed to see the scene of a child standing in front of the stove and looking up at the man wielding the heavy hammer with adoration. After not seeing him for so many years, he didn't know how he was doing. He felt like he owed him too much.
"Go and sit outside. Father has to cook the fried rice for the customer first." Meg nodded with a smile.
"Okay." Amy responded obediently and happily went out of the kitchen. She climbed onto the high stool behind the counter and looked at Mobai with her chin in her hands. "Grandpa Dwarf, don't be anxious. Your fried rice will be ready soon. Be good and wait for a while."
"Okay." Mobai came back to his senses and nodded. He looked at Amy with a rare smile.
"Customer, here's your fried rice." Meg placed the fried rice in front of Mobai with a smile.
"Okay." Mobai nodded and looked at the fried rice that was as exquisite as a work of art. He scooped up a big spoonful and put it into his mouth with a heart full of hope. The taste was as intoxicating as before, and as he swallowed the fried rice, that warm feeling rose up again, nourishing every part of his body.
"It's really effective! And it's even more effective than the Intermediate Recovery Potion! "Mobai's eyes were full of surprise.
He didn't know if it was because he had already eaten one serving, but it had relieved enough of his muscle fatigue. He felt that eating the second serving not only relieved his fatigue, but also nourished the muscles that had been worn out over the years. Although the nourishment was very weak, those parts of his body that would hurt unbearably on rainy days felt exceptionally comfortable now, as if a pair of warm hands were gently massaging them.
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