889: C889 I'll Prove It

C889 I'll Prove It

"Really?" It was not Yang Soong's first time being hit by a candied shell. He did not believe it.

Meng Shijia was a good playboy.

If a hedonistic son did not squander, how could he do something serious so easily?

"Brother-in-law, don't worry. I will prove it to you with my actions." Meng Shijia said.

The next day, the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion opened its doors. Business was booming.

The diners came to visit because of their fame. They had to order some roasted bamboo rats.

Ever since Yang Soong could roast a hundred medicinal bamboo rats at once and cook other skewers, his efficiency had also been greatly improved.

His current efficiency was twice as high as before, and it was under the premise that the taste was guaranteed.

"Congratulations, host. Your control over fire has been improved, and your seasoning ability has been improved. Your strides towards Master Chef have become faster and stronger."

"Host, your growth has been more successful than I expected."

"Please continue to work hard. The system has high expectations of you."

Yang Soong was already used to the system suddenly jumping out and talking. He did not feel that it was scary.

After all, every time the system came out, something good would happen, or something good would happen.

How could he not welcome it?

"That's it?" Yang Soong waited for a long time but did not see anything good.

"System, come out. Let's talk."

The system made a beep and jumped out. "Sir Host, is there anything else?"

"I've improved so much. Where's the reward?" Yang Soong asked patiently.

"What reward?" The system's rule was that when the host completed the mission, it would reward the host.

"You want to cheat?" Yang Soong said.

"Please understand. Although your control of fire has improved, and your ability to adjust the taste has improved by leaps and bounds, and your proficiency has improved by leaps and bounds, the system has not issued any missions in this area."

If there were no missions, there would be no rewards.

It was a system that followed principles.

Yang Soong chuckled. "System, have you forgotten that you are the Master Chef system? Your existence is to make me Master Chef and dominate the world with food."

"Yes, the host has not forgotten his initial feelings. The system is very pleased."

"So, my seasoning and fire control abilities have improved. My proficiency has increased. Does this mean that I am becoming more and more successful on my path to becoming Master Chef?"

"The host is right."

Yang Soong was satisfied. "Letting me become Master Chef is your ultimate mission. I am infinitely close to the mission target. Shouldn't there be a reward? This is the main mission."

System:... "

Silence, perhaps it was also a type of confrontation.

After a long while, the System finally compromised: " What the host said is not without reason. Now that the wheel is opened, the host can begin the lottery."

Yang Soong said, "I refuse."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I want a special reward to upgrade my kitchen knife. I want my kitchen knife to be with me." Yang Soong said.

The security check was too safe now. He could not carry a kitchen knife with him when he went out. It was a terrible feeling.

The system went silent for a while before saying, "You want space."

Yang Soong said without hesitation. "Yes."

It was wonderful to have space.

"Please understand. I am going to become Master Chef's man. What is a god? Without a portable space, how can I become a god?" Yang Soong said.

The host is right. " The system was convinced. "The beginner version of the Ten Directional Thunderclap Kitchen Knife, please take over. A space the size of a kitchen knife is given to you."

"Thank you, System Bro!" Yang Soong's mind immediately moved. A brand new kitchen knife appeared in his hand. It looked no different from an ordinary ten yuan steel kitchen knife. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that this kitchen knife was glowing with a faint white light. This white light seemed to carry a chill.

Yang Soong immediately ran into the kitchen, grabbed a radish, and started carving.

"Give me a rose."

The rose was a heavy petal, and it was not easy to sculpt.

Yang Soong had just started, and he found that although the Ten Directional Thunderclap Kitchen Knife was a beginner version, it was really useful.

A large white jade rose was carved. Yang Soong could not help but raise the kitchen knife and draw a few strokes in the air.

"The sound of air being cut is very smooth. It is much better than the knife I used before."

With such a good knife in hand, Yang Soong's mood was more than a beauty.

He could not just carve a flower on a radish that had just been cut open.

Yang Soong hummed a song and carved a few more roses. The difference was that these roses started from the flower bud. They were immediately budding and blooming, fully displaying the life of a flower.

"Let's carve something else."

There was nothing else in the kitchen that could be carved for Yang Soong. He walked to the market.

There were shopping malls and supermarkets near Food Street. Many people liked to buy things in bright supermarkets.

Yang Soong, on the other hand, was particularly fond of the market.

The environment of the market might not be the best. But its food was definitely the freshest, and it came from a wide range of sources.

Some vegetable sellers came from other places, some professional vegetable farmers grew them according to the season, some were raised in greenhouses, and some were sold by farmers who could not finish their own fields.

There were all kinds of dishes.

The first thing Yang Soong cared about was a box of small tomatoes.

That's right. It was a small tomato, not a saint fruit.

The saint fruit was the legendary cherry tomato. The sour and sweet taste was more partial to the fruit.

The box of small tomatoes looked bright red and juicy, especially the miniature tomatoes. They looked round and full, rich and cute.1

"They are naturally ripe, not bad."

But why didn't anyone buy them?

People who came to the market to buy vegetables never lacked people with sharp eyes, men, women, and children. How could they let go of such a box of good tomatoes?

What was more interesting was that the boss only had a box of small tomatoes in front of him. He even took up a stall.

"How much is the boss?"

It just so happened that he could buy it.

The woman who had been sleeping on the reclining chair pulled open the straw hat covering her face, revealing a young and fair face. She narrowed her eyes and yawned elegantly, saying, "Eighty-one pounds, no bargain."

When a car from a certain country arrived, it was only eighty-one pounds.

This person was really arrogant.

"I'll buy it." Yang Soong swept the code and paid 400 yuan. "Five pounds, I'll take all of it."

The woman who was about to go back to sleep opened her eyes and looked at Yang Soong carefully. "How did you know it was five pounds?"

"I am a chef."

[Then you should be a very good chef.] The woman's surname was Yang and her name was Liu Qing. When she lifted the blanket and stood up, the black dress revealed her good figure.

Liu Qingqing also has a pair of beautiful eyes, like spring flowers and bright eyes.

Every move she makes carries the demeanor of a big family.

She is more like a famous young lady, actually running to the market to buy vegetables.

"Where is your restaurant? What kind of cuisine are you cooking?" Liu asked lightly.

"It's on the gourmet street three streets away. The Hundred Phoenix Pavilion has all kinds of cuisines. Depends on the boss's mood." Yang Soong said.

"Hundred Phoenix Pavilion?" Liu Qing took out her phone and found a photo. She compared it with Yang Soong and said, "You are the chef, Yang Soong."

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