"It seems to be more even now." After cutting the twentieth bamboo shoot, Meg picked up two pieces of bamboo shoots and compared them with his eyes for a while, then nodded with satisfaction.
He lowered his head and glanced at the bamboo shoots piled up in a basin beside him. He couldn't help but sigh. "It turns out that it's not easy to be a chef. I already have the most standard knife skills in my head, but I can only reach this level after practicing for so long. Those who start from scratch probably have to practice for many years."
Thinking of the comments he had written to criticize those chefs, he felt a little embarrassed for the first time. Now that those comments had become the standard for him to complete the mission, he had reaped what he had sown.
"System, at this speed, it will take me several weeks just to practice my knife skills. It's impossible to complete the mission in three days, right?" Meg stopped and asked inwardly.
"In the test field for the God of Cookery, the time ratio is 365: 1. One year in the test field is only one day in the outside world. Moreover, the host does not need to sleep or rest in the test field for the God of Cookery, so the body will not feel tired, and the supply of ingredients is unlimited. I hope the host can have a firm heart to complete the mission as soon as possible and walk out of the test field for the God of Cookery."
"There's such a thing?" Meg was a little surprised. Even the time ratio could be adjusted. This test field for the God of Cookery was really something. However, being locked in this enclosed kitchen, where even the sense of fatigue disappeared and one could only cook repeatedly, a person with a weak will would probably go crazy soon.
"No, I have to go out before Amy wakes up tomorrow morning and make her the perfect Yangzhou fried rice for breakfast." Meg suppressed the anxiety in his heart. This was his promise to Amy, and he had to fulfill it. He glanced at the schedule beside him and continued to cut the bamboo shoots with the kitchen knife.
Now, he had four months without any sleep or rest. If he worked eight hours a day, it would be a year. He had more than enough time to learn a dish of Yangzhou fried rice, especially when he already had a perfect experience in his head.
Mag had already lost track of time. The bamboo shoots went from lumpy to even thin slices, then to even thin slices, and then to even slices before being cut into rice-sized granules. He was becoming more and more adept at it.
From the bamboo shoots to the tree mushrooms, then to the ham and prawns, Mag's choice of ingredients went from easy to difficult. As his proficiency increased, his cutting skills also improved rapidly. Compared with the experience in his head, his improvement could be said to be lightning fast. Even the prawns that were alive and kicking were easily peeled in his hands, and then cut into grain-sized pieces.
When the time on the wall reached the 100th day, Jiang Hong was putting the fried rice in the pot into a plate with a spoon. He put the pot down and turned off the fire, with a confident smile on his face. "System, it should be done this time, right?"
The Yangzhou fried rice, which had just come out of the wok, was perfectly wrapped in a layer of golden eggs, green peas, white prawns, gray tree mushrooms, red ham … All kinds of ingredients of different colors were perfectly blended into a plate. The colors were not messy at all, but instead made people feel that it was bright and harmonious.
A small handful of chopped green onions was sprinkled on top of the plate, which was the icing on the cake. The aroma of all kinds of ingredients mixed together rushed to Meg's face, making his throat move uncontrollably.
The System was silent for a while, and then said, "According to the requirements set by the host before:
1. The rice granules are clear, and each grain is perfectly wrapped around the egg. Achieved!
2. The color is bright and harmonious, and it is appetizing. Achieved!
3. The texture is delicate, the taste is delicious, the hardness is moderate, fragrant, moist, and refreshing. Achieved!
4. The aroma is attractive, and it has a certain degree of recognition. Achieved!
Four requirements have been met at the same time. Congratulations to the host for learning the authentic Yangzhou fried rice. Mission completed, physical fitness + 0.5 reward. At the same time, the right to purchase the ingredients needed for Yangzhou fried rice and the right to use the corresponding kitchen utensils have been unlocked. "
Meg clenched his fists, and a sense of accomplishment arose spontaneously. Looking at the plate of Yangzhou fried rice in front of him, he actually felt like crying.
He didn't know when was the last time he worked so hard to accomplish something. Sure enough, the feeling of achieving a goal was the most comfortable and carefree feeling.
Of course, what made him most excited was that he could finally make a plate of Yangzhou fried rice for Amy with his own hands. Thinking of the cute appearance of the little girl when she ate, his heart was filled with anticipation.
"System, can I try this plate of Yangzhou fried rice?" Looking at the plate of Yangzhou fried rice, Meg, who had not felt hungry since he entered the test field for the God of Cookery, suddenly felt a little hungry.
"The host will automatically leave the test field for the God of Cookery after five minutes," the System said.
"Five minutes, that's enough!" Meg hurriedly took a spoon from the cupboard at the side, scooped a spoonful of fried rice from the plate, and put it into his mouth. After chewing a few times, his eyes suddenly lit up.
The fragrance of chopped green onions and eggs assailed his nostrils. The grain-sized shrimp and ham tasted so delicate. The egg-wrapped rice was full of sweetness after being chewed carefully. The taste of various ingredients melted in his mouth, constantly assaulting his taste buds. Even after swallowing, the fragrance still filled his mouth.
This taste, it's simply amazing!
For the first time, he realized that Yangzhou fried rice could be so delicious!
How could one spoonful be enough? Meg almost swept up the whole bowl of fried rice. When he licked back the last grain of rice wrapped in eggs on his lips, he was satisfied and had the urge to have another bowl. It was simply too tempting.
"Amy will definitely like this Yangzhou fried rice. As for the foodies on the Noah Continent, I'm sure no one can resist this taste." Putting down the spoon, Meg recalled the wonderful experience brought by this bowl of Yangzhou fried rice. His depressed mood, which had been caused by repeating the same thing for 100 days, was suddenly refreshed.
Five minutes passed quickly. Jiang Hong only saw a white light flash in front of his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the big bed. He suddenly sat up and turned his head to look at Amy, who was sleeping soundly on the small pink bed beside him. Only then did the dreamy feeling in his heart slowly settle down.
Then, he looked at his hands with some surprise and clenched his fists. It was the same feeling as when he was in the test field for the God of Cookery. His body, which could not even clench his fists, had been greatly improved. Normal activities and cooking were no longer a problem.
"The system is really quite reliable." Meg got up from the bed, stretched his arms and legs, and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was already five o'clock in the morning. Looking down at his dirty clothes, he walked a few steps to the wardrobe and opened it. In the end, there was only a chef's suit and a black loli dress. The chef's suit was made of a white shirt with two rows of exquisite black buttons, black casual pants, a black and white vertical apron, a pair of white tights, a pair of black flats, and a pair of small white shoes. It was clean and simple.
Meg took the clothes into the bathroom and took a careful shower. Then, he took a pair of scissors and cut his wild long brown curly hair into neat short hair. After cutting his beard with scissors, he shaved it clean with a razor, leaving only two faint handlebar mustaches on his upper lip.
"Sure enough, this is the right way to open." Meg reached out and touched his chiseled face. Looking at his completely different appearance in the mirror, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. After tidying up, he had successfully transformed from a sloppy homeless man into an elegant young uncle.
This time, he was 80% similar to his previous life. The only difference was his body shape. Now, he looked too weak with his skin and bones. Next, he should eat a full meal and then do more muscle building exercises.
After finishing his narcissism, Meg changed into the chef's suit. After tidying up neatly, his appearance in the mirror looked somewhat like a chef.
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