[Doomsday God of Cooking System]
Host: Lin Chou (lower primate intelligent creature)
Strength: 12 (Zhazha, you can’t even beat a guinea fowl)
Agility: 10 (hot chicken, really hot chicken)
Intelligence: 6 (refer to carbon-based primate lower organisms, better than nothing)
Liberation of talents
Cooking skills:
The majesty of the God of Cooking: The damage level of all edible creatures is increased by one level, and the creatures listed on the menu and provided to customers with edible dishes will have an instant kill effect on them.
He is armed with swords, spears, halberds, halberds, axes, hooks and forks. As a chef in the future of the apocalypse, he must be proficient in all eighteen cooking skills.
God of Cooking menu: Any creature listed on the menu of God of Cooking will have its damage increased by 50% and produce inevitable hostile effects.
As a man who is the God of Cooking in the future apocalypse, he should only be good at cooking all mutated ingredients - the products produced by the God of Cooking must be high-quality, and all the dishes he makes will have a special function level of +1 and a deliciousness index of +1.
Food picking level 1, food processing level 1, knife skills level 1, seasoning level 0, fire control level 1, discovery of special functions level 0, and plating level 0.
God of Cooking Mission: As a God of Cooking, how can you not have your own specialty dishes? Select a dish as Master Chef's signature dish and receive 100 positive reviews from customers. Reward, random attribute point +1 (it was detected that the host of lower primates has too simple mind structure and chaotic thinking, temporarily replaced by intelligence +1), low-level lottery chance of 1 in the God of Cooking system. Failure punishment, under the guidance of this system, how can you fail?
Doomsday Restaurant: 8 tables and 32 seats.
Points: 0
Lin Chou looked back and forth three times, looking confused.
The Awakeneds and Mutants that Base City promotes all day long, in fact, what ordinary people know best about them is that they are powerful and amazingly powerful. If you want to ask what is the strength of evolved people? Ordinary people know nothing.
As for Lin Chou, he has always been a rookie.
Lin Chou began to ponder the task of specializing in the God of Cooking system. After tasting the sweetness of liberating his talents, he took it seriously.
Ignoring the systematic denigration without caring.
In fact, Lin Chou's craftsmanship is limited to filling the stomachs of customers. What delicious dishes can he make with two kinds of seasonings and some tattered kelp picked up from the beach?
Thinking of this, Lin Chou couldn't help but sigh and became anxious.
Outside the door, Uncle Hu showed off his dark muscles and grunted as he moved a large, heavy urn into the yard. He was sweating profusely, and it was obviously heavy.
Lin Chou also has a similar thing. It has been kept in the kitchen for decades. It has been half buried in the ground. It is dark and shiny. It is an assembly line product before the catastrophe. It is used to smoke chicken and meat. It has its own fire pit. Unfortunately, no one except grandpa used it. I made salt-baked chicken once, but it was always buried in a corner and hung ashes.
"That's right! Salt-baked chicken!!" Lin Chou slapped her thigh.
Uncle Tiger's hands trembled and he almost threw the jar away, "What, what kind of chicken?"
"Oh, it's okay, Uncle Tiger, it's okay!"
Salt-baked chicken is a famous Hakka dish before the Catastrophe. It is said that it was accidentally invented by salt workers in Huizhou's ancient salt field six hundred years ago in order to store food. The cooked whole chicken was marinated in a pile of salt, which could preserve food for a long time. , the marinated chicken is delicious and has a unique flavor. Local restaurants have improved this dish and baked the raw chicken with large grains of heated coarse salt to make it more fragrant and delicious, with soft skin and tender meat.
It is also said that salt-baked chicken was born out of the Hakka salted chicken dish. In short, no matter what your origin, salt-baked chicken requires no other seasonings except chicken and salt, and its own flavor is enough!
Just do it!
Lin Chou came to Market No. 11 again, "Boss? Do you have any large grains of sea salt?"
"Yes, yes, 1.5 circulation points per pound, how much do you want?"
"Fifty pounds first!"
"How much, how much?"
"Fifty pounds, why don't you have it?"
The boss's face burst into laughter, "Yes, yes! This is all good salt that has been purified and filtered twice! The grains are as white as snow!"
"Oh? So good? And so cheap?"
The boss smiled bitterly, "Brother, we are right next to the sea. How can we buy any salt in this outer city? Go to the beach and transport a few barrels of sea water back to dry and the salt will last for a month. Although it tastes astringent and It’s painful, after all, it doesn’t cost money!”
Lin Chou scratched his head. He really didn't know that salt was a very cheap thing. One pound of salt would last for more than half a month.
"Okay, just fifty pounds." He swiped his card to pay. The boss asked for the address and said he would deliver it to the store later.
Lin Chou nodded with relief, "Boss, where can I buy chickens?"
The boss was stunned and looked at Lin Chou strangely, "Well, there should be some at the meat stall over there..."
After arriving at the meat selling area, I realized why the salt seller had such a strange expression.
“Boss, how much does the chicken cost??”
The chicken seller was a thin man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and he answered with a nonchalant look on his face. "A hen costs three hundred and fifty for a small one, a big rooster costs four hundred! A half-sized chicken costs one hundred and forty!"
"Holy crap! Are you a golden rooster??" The people around were obviously not surprised and said one after another:
"Little boss, why don't you buy some rats? They are raised on the farm in the south of the city! They are all fat and strong, ranging from one pound to five pounds! One dollar and seven pounds!"
"Come on to the bamboo rats! I guarantee there won't be any mutations at all! The meat is so tender! Twenty pounds for one! Ten pounds and counting!"
"You dare to buy the chickens sold by Skinny Monkey? You are so heartbroken! Yesterday there were eighty-one! The day before yesterday they were fifty!"
The thin monkey cursed at the top of his voice, "Go away, you are a bunch of unimproved second-level dealers. What do you know? The half-sized chickens in Shangcheng District have increased to 371 today! If you can't afford it, don't eat it!"
A group of people looked unhappy. After a long time, Skinny Monkey sighed, "Oh, I earn three circulation points for a chicken. This does not include the passing money transported from the south of the city. The chicken farms in the south of the city are plagued by plague these days. , the chicken is almost dead, does Li Da, who used to supply me, know?"
"Well, I know him. I should have met him twice."
"Suicide! Out of three thousand chickens, only six are half dead."
"..."
A group of people setting up stalls sighed for a long time.
"Hey? Little boss, why don't you go over there and take a look?" a person reminded.
"I said, Da Liu, aren't you trying to trick the little boss? There are all mutated things over there that ordinary people can eat?"
Da Liu said, "Isn't there fat-headed pigeons? It's nothing for ordinary people to eat. It can also increase their strength and tastes fresher than chickens!"
Lin Chou suddenly thought that the system seemed to have prompted that it was limited to cooking mutated creatures.
Picking up a chicken, sure enough, the yellow characters flashed crazily: "Warning, please host to discard this kind of garbage low-level creatures immediately! Warning, please ask the host to abandon this kind of garbage low-level creatures immediately, do not use it to make dishes! As a future apocalypse The God of Cooking should have the dignity of a God of Cooking!”
Forget it, change it.
Mutated animals and plants cannot be enjoyed by ordinary people for one reason or another, but they are delicacies and evolutionary fuel for mutants. However, some species are not even appreciated by mutants.
For example, the fat-headed pigeon is one of them. The fat-headed pigeon is a new species formed by the mutation of the guinea fowl. Its head is shaped like a homing pigeon, but it has a big goose-like forehead. It is also called the fat-headed pigeon.
The tumor-like forehead of the fat-headed pigeon contains toxins that can cause diarrhea. Although it tastes good, it is also disliked by mutants, because the fat-headed pigeon is the lowest level of mutant creatures and can provide very little energy needed by mutants. .
This kind of diarrhea toxin is basically equivalent to a fatal toxin for ordinary people. Even if it can be completely removed after treatment, it cannot be accepted by ordinary people.
Before the catastrophe, everyone knew that pufferfish was highly poisonous and delicious, and only a few people could muster the courage to enjoy pufferfish.
Guinea fowl tastes just like chicken, so it's not worth the risk.
Besides, rat meat is much cheaper than guinea fowl, tender and fragrant, so eating it at the risk of collapse and death is not worth the gain.
