The beginning is only when you become a chef

Chapter 3: Beep, the panel has switched to nanny mode

Xia An paused and said in surprise:
“Is there any problem with setting up a street stall?”

In the past, Xia An really wanted to own a high-end restaurant of his own.

But in the past six months, Xia An felt that it would be better to open a small food stall so that he could get close to the hustle and bustle of the city.

Of course, essentially it is because the chef god panel is all about letting him go out and do some work.

But Xia An's indifferent and casual reaction seemed to Lan Qingya to be a form of indifference and compromise.

Her chest rose and fell visibly:
"If Uncle Xia were still here, he definitely wouldn't want you to set up a street stall. Instead, he would want you to make more progress, improve your cooking skills, take part in the chef assessment of the Chef Association, and then open a high-end restaurant!"

This time, Xia An wanted to laugh.

My predecessor believed in the toxic chicken soup for the soul and was fooled by all kinds of chicken soup for the soul in life.

We are not afraid of the second generation starting a business, but we are afraid that the second generation will be active in thinking and want to start a business.

As a result, he quickly squandered the assets left by his father, a top chef, which were enough to make him rich for a lifetime.

“Why do you have to be a chef and open a restaurant?”

"If I set up a roadside stall, I can't improve my cooking skills, and the food in the stall can't be delicious?"

Xia An turned his back to Lan Qingya and said something indifferently.

Lan Qingya's face froze, and she raised her eyebrows and stared at Xia An's back as he hugged his daughter.

In the lobby on the first floor.

Put my daughter Lan Xiaoxi steadily on the ground.

Xia An saw Xiaoxi's delicate cheeks and couldn't help but kiss her slightly chubby face hard:
"Xiao Xi, what do you want to eat? Daddy will make it for you!"

Xia An, who had been feeling a little tired after closing the stall, was now full of energy.

Is this the power of a daughter slave? How novel!

Xia Andu secretly complained.

"Fried chicken, Kuole!" Xiaoxi's eyes lit up and she looked at Xia An with excitement.

Xia An's face darkened: "Huh?"

"Dad, Dad...can't I?"

Xiaoxi shook her little head, and her soft hands grabbed Xia An's arm and shook it together.

Just when Xia An was about to be dizzy by his daughter's coquettish offensive.

Lan Qingya followed into the hall and scolded:
"What are you eating at this late hour, fried chicken and Coke?"

Hearing this, Xiaoxi shrank her neck, instantly changed to a well-behaved attitude, and said in a serious tone:
"Oh, Dad, then Xixi won't eat fried chicken."

Xia An felt amused. It seemed that Lan Qingya was very strict with Xiaoxi.

Lan Qingya looked around and said lightly:
"You and I both have mediocre cooking skills, so I won't expect you to cook any high-end dishes."

"Anyway, just do as you see fit."

Xia An laughed, and could not deny his evaluation of the woman:
"Is there anything that is forbidden?"

Lan Qingya said seriously:

"A five-year-old child can already sit at the same table with adults and eat adult meals without having to chop the ingredients into small pieces."

"However, try to consume less salt, eat a light diet, and don't add too many spices."

"Also be careful to avoid bamboo shoots and pickled foods."

Xia An asked in surprise: "Children can't eat bamboo shoots and pickled products?"

Lan Qingya said:

"Bamboo shoots contain insoluble oxalic acid, which can easily combine with calcium to form calcium oxalate. Children in their growth spurts have immature bones, so eating too much bamboo shoots can lead to calcium and zinc deficiency."

“What about pickles?”

Although Xia An was not interested in this woman, he still adjusted his attitude and studied hard on how to become a qualified dad.

“The salt content is too high.”

"And contain large amounts of nitrite."

Lan Qingya glanced at Xia An and said indifferently.

Xia An touched Xiaoxi's head:
"Besides fried chicken, what else does Xiaoxi want to eat?"

Xiaoxi pointed at her chin with her finger, puffed up her cheeks and thought seriously for a while before saying:

"You won't get fat if you eat it!"

Xia An laughed when he heard this and pinched Xiao Xi's chubby face:

"You know how to keep in shape at such a young age?"

Xiaoxi's face showed a depressed look:

“They all call me Fat Tiger at school. I can’t be fat anymore!” A girl is called Fat Tiger?
Damn it, our daughter is Shizuka, okay!
Which naughty kid gave you this nickname? Get out of here!

"Okay, then I'll make Xiaoxi a delicious and healthy midnight snack."

The words trailed off.

Xia An turned his back and walked into the open kitchen on the first floor, his expression becoming even weirder.

[The chef panel has temporarily switched to dad mode. 】

[Goal ① has been triggered: Make a thoughtful midnight snack for my daughter Xiaoxi, with the dish rating no less than 3 stars.]

[Complete the goal to gain 1 attribute point. ]

Looking at the words appearing on the panel.

Xia An secretly gave a thumbs up to the God of Cooking panel.

OK, not only can you switch between the modes such as random stall setting up and losing money to become a chef, etc.

Now you can temporarily load the dad mode, right?

This is so lifelike!
And see the information in the reward column.

Xia An's eyes were slightly burning.

Holding grass?

Being a nanny can also help you work on the panel, the key is that the reward mechanism is outrageous.

It’s just a small daily goal.

Just reward 1 attribute point?

Thinking back to the past six months, after activating the panel, I randomly set up a stall/turned into a night market food stall with a chef-like mode.

Xia An wanted to curse.

The attribute point reward mechanism that had not been triggered for more than half a year was easily triggered when my daughter Xiaoxi came.

“Is the food rated no less than 3 stars?”

Xia An opened the refrigerator and searched for ingredients.

To be honest, Xia An didn't know what healthy midnight snack he could make before he sorted out the ingredients in the refrigerator.

Soon, the available ingredients were taken out and placed on the kitchen counter.

Xia An was a little dumbfounded.

Half a box of beef, about 30 or 40 taels, and Xia An ate the rest for lunch and dinner during the day.

Other than that.

Just a handful of unchopped scallions.

A bunch of fairly fresh vegetables, watercress.

With just these few ingredients, it's impossible to make a hearty midnight snack.

You can only focus on simplicity.

"Beef, vegetables, chopped green onions..." Xia An's eyes suddenly lit up.

Got it!

This half box of beef is the soul of the recipe.

The complete recipe has already appeared in Xia An's mind: "It's decided to be you... Cantonese-style raw beef porridge!"

the other side.

Lan Qingya looked around the lobby on the ground floor.

Seeing Xia An busy in the kitchen near the stairs, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

A Chinese-style open kitchen was built there. The outer bar was made of pure wood, and several high-legged bar chairs were also placed at the bar in a unique way.

There are also some tables and chairs in the hall.

But it looks brand new without any trace of oil or use.

The kitchen, bar, tables and chairs are obviously not open to the public to entertain guests.

Lan Qingya is knowledgeable.

At the first glance, she was certain that the overall decoration of the lobby on the ground floor would cost at least 200,000 or 300,000 yuan.

That's even stranger.

According to her understanding, in recent years, Xia An has been very free and easy, and has been traveling around the country.

So where does the money come from?

Is it so profitable to set up a food stall?
(End of this chapter)