The beginning is only when you become a chef

Chapter 66: Chefs in North America

[Today's operating goal of the Loss-Making Kitchen God Mode has been completed. 】

[Complete goal ①, the operating loss amount exceeds 1,000 yuan, and meet the double critical reward conditions! ]

[Complete goal ②, the number of diners served by this stall exceeds 200 people, reaching the double critical hit reward conditions! ]

I sold a thousand dumplings, but the loss did not exceed 10,000 yuan.

The main ingredients of the filling are fresh shrimp and pork, and there is not much room for manipulation. Unlike Kaihua rice crackers, the use of marbled beef can make the cost of ingredients very high, and the loss target of 10,000 yuan can be easily exceeded.

Therefore, the profit from this trip is 1 + 2, a total of 3 experience points.

But no matter how small a mosquito meat is, it is still meat.

What's more, Xia An believed that "Flame Dumplings" was the ancient dish that was easiest to sell at night market stalls for a long time, so he decided to set up a night market stall with high intensity for the next week.

According to a rough calculation, if you set up a stall for seven consecutive days, you will have 20,000 points of cooking experience.

[Current available cooking experience points: 17000 points]

"Save it!"

Xia An did not forget the complete version of the "White Snake Chain" secret book in the international express delivery.

At that time, if the panel successfully records this, it is likely to be a golden pastry skill.

He is equivalent to raising a gold-devouring beast.

I’m afraid that no matter how much cooking experience points I spend, it won’t be enough to upgrade.

……

Late at night, Xia An rode his electric tricycle home.

Starlight Night Market.

Wu Zhu did not leave. He sat on the flower bed of the night market pedestrian street for a long time, holding a disposable paper bowl in his hand. As for the flame dumplings inside, they had been eaten up hours ago.

"Dudu-"

"Dududu-"

The phone kept vibrating.

On the WeChat interface, there are constantly friends @伍竹.

There is a private message about him.

There is @ message from the crowd after Suzaku Chef.

Finally, a good friend couldn't help it and called him on WeChat.

Wu Zhu answered the phone: "Hello."

Wu Zhu answered the call on the other end.

He asked straight away:

"Did you queue up at the Xingguang Night Market and eat the flaming dumplings cooked by that person?"

"Heh." Wu Zhu listened to the inquiry from this North American male friend, "You are in a hurry, Xiang Shilin!"

"Let me ask you, did you eat the flaming dumplings?"

Xiang Shilin, a descendant of the Suzaku chef, spoke rudely to Wu Zhu.

Wu Zhu laughed and said, "Of course I ate it. What I ate was the glowing version of the flame dumplings."

"Glowing..."

Xiang Shilin's tone stagnated, and then he sneered: "That's great for you, you are so lucky. I watched the live broadcast later, and that person was lucky enough to make the glowing dish only in the first pot."

When Wu Zhu heard Xiang Shilin's words, he wanted to tell him the big secret, but he swallowed it back.

In fact, Wu Zhu and Xiang Shilin only chatted occasionally and were casual acquaintances. Moreover, Wu Zhu had been running a small restaurant in a Southeast Asian border city for many years, and his edges had been worn away by the dull life.

Therefore, Wu Zhu was very cautious and used to being prudent, living tenaciously like a cockroach. After returning home, he retreated and just observed the situation, with no sign of asking Xia An to challenge him to a food battle.

But Xiang Shilin is different from him.

Wu Zhu knew it very well.

Chef Suzaku, just like the group of chefs Lin in the dark culinary world in the past, also has strict hierarchical barriers.

Upper, middle, lower.

Xiang Shilin's grandfather was once a high-ranking Suzaku chef, comparable to the high-ranking Lin chef.

And that’s not all!
Xiang Shilin's grandfather was named Xiang Chong, and in that era, he was nicknamed "Eight-Armed Nezha".

Compared to "Eight-Armed Nezha" Xiang Chong, Wu Zhu's grandfather was just an unknown Suzaku chef who left no trace in the food industry until his death.

In the world of Tai Chi cuisine, there are the Eight Immortals of Phoenix who stand high above the rest, known as the living food immortals.

Xiang Chong, the "Eight-Armed Nezha", later followed the "Devil King of Chaos" Jinghua among the Eight Phoenix Immortals and fled to North America.

According to Wu Zhu's understanding.

The food power left behind by "The Devil of Chaos" Jinghua, a member of the Phoenix Eight Immortals, has now developed into a giant in North America.

"I will return home next week."

Xiang Shilin said suddenly.

"Return home?" Wu Zhu heard a hint of amusement in his tone, and suddenly felt awe-inspiring. Could it be that...

"What are you going back to do?"

Xiang Shilin suddenly laughed:
"Wu Zhu, Wu Zhu, you dare to return to your country to look for that person, why shouldn't I dare?"

"Besides, I knew from the beginning that with your cowardly personality, it would be impossible to start a food battle."

Wu Zhu's premonition became stronger and stronger:

"Are you going back to your country to..."

Xiang Shilin snorted coldly:
“It is really amazing to recreate the luminous dish that became a swan song.”

"But I want to say that the ultimate secret of luminescence is just an antique. It can't keep up with the times and should be thrown into the trash!"

“Now is a great time for fantasy ingredients!”

"If our ancestors had mastered the fantasy ingredients in that era, the Tai Chi cooking world would never have lost!"

Wu Zhu felt his scalp tingling.

He was already certain.

The first thing Xiang Shilin would do when he returns to China is to start a food battle!

"What on earth do you want to do?!" His voice was hoarse.

"Nothing, just curious." Xiang Shilin said in a light voice, "If I make high-efficiency use of the golden fantasy ingredients, can I defeat or crush the so-called glowing cuisine?"

"This is what I have always wanted to do, to prove my idea. If I can defeat the luminous reproducer of the present time, it means that our ancestors, if they have fantasy ingredients, can also defeat the so-called God of Cooking Liu Maoxing, and those ancient genius chefs..."

"wait!"

Wu Zhu yelled.

Toot——

But the phone was busy.

The passers-by around cast surprised looks at the screaming Wu Zhu.

"Boy, are you okay?"

Chi Xiaobai didn't leave. He came over from not far away, holding a night market pancake in his mouth, and comforted him:

"Don't be so heartbroken just because you didn't get to eat the flaming dumplings. Didn't Boss Xia say that he will open the stall as usual tomorrow?"

The night market street is still bustling with people.

Therefore, Chi Xiaobai did not hear the content of the call, and did not know that a descendant of a famous Suzaku chef from a foreign country was about to return from North America, ready to crush the opponent in the food battle with fantasy ingredients.

Wu Zhu opened his mouth: "I, I'm fine."

But he looked obviously distressed.

The words were stuck in his throat and he almost shouted them out to Xiang Shilin.

Glowing cuisine——

It is the antidote for our people——

however.

After gradually calming down.

Wu Zhu suddenly realized that if he revealed this big secret, Xiang Shilin would not only not retreat, but would probably become even more excited and swear to avenge his ancestors.

……

The next day, Xia An set up his stall as usual.

All day today, he and his female disciples were busy making finished dumplings.

As a result, during the stall opening that night, a total of 2,000 dumplings were spray-painted, but the second glow was not triggered.

This night.

Nakiri Managi and Saiba Joichiro both appeared in the night market.

"We came here last night, but we were too late to grab the flaming dumplings."

When Xia An was closing his stall, Caiba Chengichiro came up to chat with him.

"Then we should be able to grab it tonight, right?" Xia An said with a smile.

"I did get one, but one portion is far from enough!"

Saiba Joichiro pursed his lips and motioned Xia An to look at Erina and Nakiri Managi, mother and daughter.

The two were whispering something.

Erina, that tsundere girl, had a confused look on her face, as if she was in trouble.

Alice quietly slipped behind Xia An and complained:
"Master, I have confidential information."

"Aunt Managi asked Erina to secretly learn your ancient dishes. She said she couldn't get enough of them, so she asked Erina to cook for her more often in the future."

Xia An: ???
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