Mag entered the kitchen. The rice that had been placed in the rice cooker had just been cooked. He took out a bowl first and left it aside to dry for a while. Then he used his credit limit to purchase the ingredients for one portion of Yangzhou fried rice and started making the second portion of Yangzhou fried rice. .
Mag will not consider purchase restrictions now. The mission of Yangzhou fried rice for a thousand copies is no joke. But if the restaurant business is really booming in the future, in order to allow more people to eat delicious food, purchasing limits will be a rule to respect customers.
As for the system's proposal, he is not stupid. This guy probably wants him to return to his semi-disabled state.
"The opinions put forward by this system are all to help the host go further on the path of the God of Cooking." The system's voice suddenly sounded.
Mag raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that his thoughts would be interpreted by the system. Instead, he was magnanimous and asked: "System, in order for me to go further on the road to becoming the God of Cooking, let me give you a suggestion. "
"Host, please speak." The system replied.
"I think you should lower the price of these ingredients by half." Mag said seriously.
"The ingredients provided by this system are all obtained from..." the system responded.
"I have the same attitude towards your suggestions." Mag ended the conversation directly before the system finished speaking.
"..." A line of ellipsis floated through Mag's mind.
The corners of Mag's mouth curled up slightly, and she began to quickly process the ingredients.
It’s a joke. Back then, he was famous for his sharp tongue. He never lost in a verbal battle. He didn’t win a single fan. It was not a piece of cake to criticize the system.
Mo Bai was sitting and feeling the changes in his body. After eating a portion of Yangzhou fried rice, the warm feeling in his body began to slowly subside. However, the feeling of fatigue did not disappear, but was really there. I clenched my fists, and my state was similar to when I first woke up this morning, full of energy.
"At this level, it should be worth half a bottle of intermediate recovery potion, and there is no feeling of overdrafting the body at all. A bottle of intermediate recovery potion costs gold coins, and I consume one bottle of intermediate recovery potion a day, but two bowls are delicious and effective The better Yangzhou fried rice only costs gold coins, so it's a great deal." Mo Bai quickly made a calculation in his mind, and the conclusion he came to made his eyes light up.
The forging of each weapon requires more than ten thousand swings of the hammer weighing nearly a hundred kilograms. The high remuneration also corresponds to high-intensity labor and forging skills.
Mo Bai's body's recovery ability over the years has not been as good as when he was young. In order to complete his workload every day, he needs to drink a bottle of mid-level recovery potion with a disgusting smell at noon.
However, the dependence on this thing is too strong, and he has already felt that his body is slowly being corroded due to long-term use. If this continues, he can maintain the forging accuracy for at most five years.
The day he lost his accuracy was the day when the sign he had set up in this chaotic city over the past decades collapsed.
Although the price of a weapon at least gold coins allowed him to save a lot of savings, he knew that the money was not enough for what he wanted to do. Five years was too little, and he still needed at least It takes ten years of intense forging every day.
This Yangzhou fried rice was like a sudden light appearing in the endless darkness, and he suddenly saw hope.
"Try another serving. If the recovery effect is really good, you can eat it every day in the future!" I thought it was a bit expensive to spend the money, but compared with the potion that makes me want to vomit after just one sip, this is extremely delicious. , and the price is nearly half the price of Yangzhou fried rice. If the effects are the same, it is not difficult to choose.
"Grandpa Dwarf, didn't you just say that you wouldn't fall in love with this taste?" Amy also finished her portion of Yangzhou fried rice at this moment, licked her lips, looked at Mo Bai and said with a smile on her face. It's full of innocence.
Mo Bai's old face turned red when Amy stared at him, and he coughed twice and said: "I was testing the boss just now to see if he had confidence in his cooking skills. I didn't expect that he had no confidence in his cooking skills even though he was so good at cooking. , so I’m boosting his confidence.”
"Is this really the case?" Amy looked at Mo Bai with some suspicion.
"Of course it's true. I'm not the kind of person who dislikes something that tastes bad before I've tried it." Mo Bai nodded seriously, with a bit of pride in his tone.
"Then I'll take it as true." Amy glanced at Mo Bai helplessly, slipped off the chair, and carried the plate into the kitchen.
"I...I..." Mo Bai felt as if he was being despised again, being looked at by a little girl with such helpless eyes, as if she had already seen through everything.
Mag was listening to Mo Bai's arrogant conversation in the kitchen and was easily silenced by Amy.
The little girl is very talented. She deserves to be my daughter. As long as she develops her poisonous tongue and her cute appearance, she can make people doubt their life but still not get angry. This feeling is not very satisfying.
"If you still want to eat, I'll make more of my portion later and give you a small bowl." Mag smiled and took the plate and put it aside, looking at Amy and said.
"Father, you are so good to Xiaomi." Amy raised her head and looked at Mag, her little face was full of admiration. After waking up yesterday, her father seemed to be a different person. He became really good. .
Mo Bai looked at the father and daughter in the kitchen outside and was stunned. In a trance, he seemed to see a child standing in front of the stove and looking up with admiration at the man wielding a heavy hammer. He hadn't seen him for so many years and didn't know what he was doing. Knowing how he was doing, it seemed like I owed him a lot.
"Go sit outside. Father has to cook rice for the guests first." Mag nodded with a smile.
"Okay." Amy responded obediently, and happily left the kitchen, climbed onto the high stool behind the counter, and looked at Mo Bai with her chin in her hands, "Grandpa Dwarf, don't be anxious, your fried rice is very fast. It will be done, just wait a little longer."
"Yes." Mo Bai came back to his senses, nodded in response, looked at Amy, and showed a rare smile.
"Guest, your fried rice." Mag placed the fried rice in front of Mo Bai and said with a smile.
"Okay." Mo Bai nodded, looking at the fried rice that was as exquisite as a work of art. With full hope, he took a large spoonful of it and fed it into his mouth. The taste was as intoxicating as before, and then... After swallowing the fried rice, the warm feeling rose again, nourishing every flesh and blood in the body.
"It's indeed effective! And it's better than the intermediate recovery potion!" Mo Bai's eyes were full of surprise.
He didn't know if it was because eating one portion had relieved enough muscle fatigue. He felt that eating the second portion now not only relieved fatigue, but also nourished those muscles that had been worn for many years. Although this kind of nourishment is very weak, those areas that were so painful on rainy days now feel particularly comfortable, as if a pair of warm hands are gently pressing on him.
"Boss, please give me another piece of Yangzhou fried rice." Before he finished eating the fried rice in front of him, Mo Bai suddenly looked up at Mag and said, with some respect in his eyes.
