After teasing the system, the smile on Meg's face faded as a serious expression appeared on his face. He began to weigh the ingredients according to the brewing experience in his mind before placing them into the various openings of the brewing machine in an orderly manner.
One of the most obvious changes that had occurred to Meg during this period of cooking was that it was easier for him to focus. No matter what time it was, he would be able to quickly adjust himself to the best of his ability as soon as he began to cook. This was one of the essential skills of a top-notch chef.
After confirming all of the ingredients, Meg pressed the start button on the machine. The machine operated almost soundlessly, and the only thing that could be seen was a small red light flashing on the machine. Otherwise, one would think that the machine wasn't moving at all.
As expected, aeronautical technology really is extraordinary. The system knows all of these things, so it can completely transform the world. Or rather … in some unknown corner of this world, the system is silently transforming the world for the sake of selling vegetables. Meg couldn't help but praise the system in his heart. The system's technology was at least several decades ahead of Earth's, and this gap was constantly widening.
After absorbing all of Earth's technology, the system was able to integrate and develop on this foundation. This was an extremely terrifying potential.
"I seem to sense that someone is praising the system?" the system's voice sounded.
"You're just imagining things," Meg replied calmly.
The waiting time for brewing was infinitely compressed in the God of Cookery's space, and the small red light quickly turned green. The brewing machine sounded, and Meg picked up a large beer barrel beside him before opening the valve.
Clear and translucent beer flowed through a transparent metal pipe into the barrel, and the refreshing and rich aroma of beer instantly filled the entire room, making one feel as if they were intoxicated.
Meg's eyes lit up as he praised, "The aroma is very unique. It's a little like raw snow, but it's a little more mellow and rich. There's also a hint of German wine aroma. Just the aroma alone is enough to make me want to have a glass. It really is the best beer there is."
He had tasted everything from low-end beers that cost three to five yuan to premium brews that cost several hundred yuan, but this was the first time that he had encountered a beer that made him want to have a glass just by smelling its aroma. Part of the reason for this was the enhancement provided by the brewing process, but the main reason was that the system had optimized all of the brewing ingredients that had been planted on the Norland Continent.
As expected, the system had never disappointed him.
"System, this kind of excellent quality beer should have reached the standard, right?" Meg asked in his heart. He was quite confident.
"Ding! The beer is not up to standard. There are minor problems with the ratio of various materials. You need to be more strict in the weighing. During the process of filling the barrel, you need to prevent the moisture and bacteria in the air from entering, so as to not affect the quality of the beer. "The system's voice sounded.
"As expected." Meg raised his eyebrows, but did not argue with the system. Being rejected had already become a habit, and there was indeed room for improvement and improvement. In fact, it was not a bad thing.
Meg gave up on the beer he brewed this time. He carefully weighed the ingredients and proportions to ensure that every single grain of malt was put into the machine. Then, he turned on the machine again.
Again and again, the system was always able to pick out some minor problems, and then Meg would constantly make adjustments and modifications.
Meg enjoyed the feeling of constantly improving himself through the repeated process. After all, he hadn't even spent a day practicing on the wall. Compared to the previous times when he had to cook with some difficulty, this kind of thing that only required him to be a little more serious was simply too easy.
"System, what about this time?" Meg asked expectantly as he poured a cup of pale golden beer into a transparent crystal cup. Looking at the 2: 1 ratio of beer to foam in the cup, he asked with anticipation.
"Ding! According to the requirements of the host's previous life:
1. The color is pale golden, clear and transparent. There are no suspended particles. The aroma of the hop is elegant and not pungent. Achieved.
2. The foam is long and rich. The foam is strong. The foam can reach 1/3 of the cup. The color is pure white. It can be hung in the cup for more than 5 minutes. Achieved.
3. The taste is refreshing and mellow. The quality of the beer is cool. The body of the beer is harmonious and soft. It has a strong killing power. After entering the throat, there is no lingering aftertaste. The bitterness is delicate, weak, and slightly pleasant. There is no aftertaste. It makes one want to have another cup. Achieved.
The three requirements have been met at the same time. The quality of this beer has reached the standard of the host's previous life. The quality has surpassed all the beers on Earth! "
The system's voice sounded with a hint of pride.
"This is the beer I brewed. What are you so proud of?" Meg took a deep breath of the fragrance of the beer and said with a smile.
"This is the raw material grown by the system. It is the female beer machine made by the system. You are just a brewer. Such high-quality beer can come to this world because of the system. So, shouldn't I feel proud?" The system said proudly.
"This is the first time I've heard a vegetable seller say that the delicious food is all thanks to him." Meg curled his lips.
"Host, please don't use the title 'tea seller' to insult the system!" The system said angrily.
"Okay, ingredient supplier." Meg nodded his head.
"Well, the system is quite satisfied with this title." The system replied.
"Isn't it still a vegetable seller?" Meg raised his eyebrows.
"No! A vegetable seller gives the impression of a roadside stall, but a supplier sounds much more classy. It suits the system's temperament very well. "The system said seriously.
"But I always feel that a vegetable seller is easier to say …" Meg muttered. Before the system said anything, he said directly, "Okay, I'm going to practice my sword now. System, change the scene. I want to rent a space."
"You are already despicable enough …" The system also muttered. Before Meg could say anything, it said again, "Does the host want to drink this cup of beer?"
"No. Beer makes people feel comfortable and immersed. It's not suitable for me to drink now. If I drink it later and cut myself, it wouldn't be good." Meg refused.
A white light flashed and the scene of the small room changed into a spacious space. A long sword was stabbed into the ground.
Meg stepped forward and pulled out the longsword. With the longsword in hand, he calmed himself down. Then, he suddenly stabbed forward, followed by an upward slash, and then a backward slash. The swordsmanship flowed smoothly. His steps were light and powerful. The swordsmanship was silent, but it gave people a feeling of unparalleled sharpness.
Time flew by, but Meg was completely immersed in his sword practice. After his physical fitness had improved, he had unlocked two more sword techniques of the Thirteen Shadow Forms. The improvement of his physical fitness had also brought about an increase in his speed and strength. The explosive power was much stronger than before.
"The physical fitness of a 1st-tier knight, the swordsmanship of a 4th-tier knight, and the mind of a 10th-tier knight. What a … strange combination." Meg stopped practicing his sword and took a break.
…
"Master, are we leaving Chaos City now?" In the dark night, in a small courtyard, a black-robed man looked at Seuss, who was wrapped in a black robe, and asked softly.
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