Just as Yuan Zhou was in a dilemma, the Drip Rice that the system had labeled as an internet celebrity became even more popular.
Even Zhuang Xinmu called him to invite him to eat Dripping Rice together.
"Let's go to Boss Yuan's restaurant for a lucky meal tonight." This was the first sentence Zhuang Xinmu said on the phone.
"Lucky Meal?" Wu Zhou was confused.
Zhuang Xinmu shook her head and explained, "Drip Rice."
"Isn't Drip Rice one of the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine? Why is it a lucky meal again? "Wu Zhou had been working overtime these days, so he had no time to pay attention to what was happening on the Internet.
Then, Zhuang Xinmu didn't find it troublesome at all to sort out the ins and outs of the whole thing.
Hearing that, Wu Zhou was speechless while holding the phone, "You even believe this?"
"I don't believe it. I just want to have a try when I see everybody wants to eat it." Zhuang Xinmu's voice was full of interest. She said happily.
"You also know Meng Meng. I think she's just lucky. Don't believe her. Otherwise, you won't feel good if there's a gap." Wu Zhou was quite rational and gave Zhuang Xinmu a warning in advance.
"I know, I know. I just want to eat something." Zhuang Xinmu answered and then hung up the phone.
As it was office hours, Wu Zhou only answered the phone for a short time. Therefore, he didn't go out to answer it. Therefore, Zhao YIngjun also heard part of the conversation.
"She believed it too?" Zhao YIngjun asked curiously.
"It seems so." Wu Zhou revealed a helpless expression.
"Boss Yuan is really an unusual person. Every time he becomes famous, he is always different." Zhao YIngjun suddenly thought of the incident of eating the Roast Goose.
Back then, he was proud to order a quarter of a rice. Now, he was lucky enough to obtain a Drip Rice. It was truly different from the rest.
As for Meng Meng, the source of all this, she was holding a biscuit in her mouth and observing the development of this matter. After swallowing the biscuit, she muttered, "This is my unintentional publicity. The effect is quite good. Boss Yuan should treat me to a meal."
The expression on Mengmeng's face was cunning and cute.
However, regardless of whether it was the internet celebrity that Zhuang Xinmu was thinking about or the Yuan Zhou that Meng Meng was thinking about, they were all helpless at this moment.
"System, have you been surfing the internet recently? What the hell is an internet celebrity? "Yuan Zhou took a deep breath before speaking.
The system displayed, "Host, you can accept the mission and then check it."
"Hehe, mission? I haven't even used my reward yet. Why are there new quests? It seems like spring has arrived. System, you've already gotten two quests recently. "Yuan Zhou's face was full of suspicion.
One had to know that Yuan Zhou still had a travel reward that he hadn't completed yet, but now he suddenly had a mission, and it seemed to be a half-completed mission. This was a bit strange.
The system displayed, "Side missions, hidden missions, and main missions are all randomly issued without any pattern. Host, you can accept them without worry."
"Um, let me think about it." Yuan Zhou frowned and did not accept it immediately.
"However, I feel that System can you first explain to me what an internet celebrity is?" Yuan Zhou continued.
The system displayed, "The original meaning of Internet celebrity refers to a person who is popular on the Internet. It refers to a person who is noticed by the netizens in real life or online life because of a certain event or behavior."
"Also, their popularity is amplified by a certain feature of themselves under the influence of the Internet, which matches the aesthetics, ugliness, entertainment, excitement, voyeurism, imagination of netizens, and the psychology of onlookers. Intentionally or unintentionally, they are sought after on the Internet.
"This is also the case for an internet celebrity dish. It is a dish that becomes popular by chance."
"After talking for so long, you still haven't told me what the internet celebrity dish is?" Yuan Zhou suddenly thought of this key point.
That's right. The system still hadn't told him which dish had become an internet celebrity dish.
"Could it be Roast Goose?" Yuan Zhou couldn't help but guess as he thought of the half-eaten goose incident.
The system displayed, "The Drip Rice cooked by the host has become an internet celebrity dish. It's called Lucky Rice."
"It's actually that? I really didn't expect that. "Yuan Zhou was a little surprised.
After all, the Drip Rice was the simplest cooking method among the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine other than plain white rice. Yuan Zhou really didn't expect it to be that.
"I'll find out how it became a Lucky Rice later," Yuan Zhou decided in his heart.
The system displayed, "Host, you can accept the mission."
"As a future Master Chef, it's necessary to be cautious, right? So the name of the mission, 'Dominate the Internet', is it to make my restaurant more famous?" Yuan Zhou guessed unhurriedly.
The system displayed, "Host, you will know when you accept the mission."
"Looks like it isn't," Yuan Zhou muttered to himself.
Yuan Zhou understood the system very well. If he was right, the system would admit it directly. If he was wrong, it would urge him to accept the mission.
"Then how many internet celebrity dishes will I get?" Yuan Zhou thought for a while and asked immediately.
The system displayed, "Host, you will know how to get the mission and the reward after accepting the mission."
"It's really this mission." Yuan Zhou fell silent thoughtfully.
Just as Yuan Zhou was holding the knife and sitting in front of the door in silence, Wuhai, who was upstairs, suddenly spoke.
"Boss Yuan, are you daydreaming?" Wuhai stood by the window on the second floor and stroked his mustache leisurely with a look of surprise on his face.
"No, I'm thinking," Yuan Zhou immediately raised his head and answered.
"As if. I've seen you daydreaming for a few minutes already," Wuhai had a look of disbelief on his face.
However, after saying that, Yuan Zhou directly lowered his head. When he heard Wuhai's doubt, he didn't say anything and just sat there like that.
"Boss Yuan, Boss Yuan? Are you daydreaming again? "Wu Hai called her several times in a row.
"No." Yuan Zhou still didn't raise his head.
"Then why don't you answer me?" Wuhai asked curiously.
"It's tiring to talk with my head raised," Yuan Zhou said lightly.
"Alright. Wait for me to come down." After saying that, Wu Hai left the window. Soon, he walked down the stairs with a pattering sound.
Wuhai had always been a man of his word. Moreover, it was rare to see Yuan Zhou sitting in front of the door in a daze instead of sculpting. Therefore, he naturally came down to chat with him.
"Why did you come down?" Yuan Zhou looked at Wuhai directly.
"Didn't you say it's tiring to talk with my head raised, so I came down," Wuhai said as if it was a matter of course.
"I didn't say I wanted to chat with you," Yuan Zhou said lightly.
"The weather is just nice. Let's talk about what to eat in the evening or what new dishes you are preparing to cook." Wuhai indicated generously that they could chat casually.
"It's time to sculpt now." Yuan Zhou raised the kitchen knife in his hand.
"I need to take a break. Look at you, Boss Yuan. You only know how to sculpt every day. What's the difference between you and a salted fish?" Wuhai said bitterly.
"Yes," Yuan Zhou said affirmatively.
"What's the difference?" Wuhai said.
"A salted fish isn't as handsome as me. A salted fish can't cook," Yuan Zhou said earnestly.
"Ho Ho." Wuhai looked at Yuan Zhou speechlessly.
Sometimes, the conversation died like that. Wuhai despised Yuan Zhou for not knowing how to chat.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
