Food: Randomly set up stalls, even the little guy is drooling.

Chapter 91 With the game operated like this, how can you still have players? (Bonus Chapter)

A tall, middle-aged man appeared at the door, wearing a dark gray coarse cloth short jacket. He looked serious with his lips tightly pressed together, and his brows seemed to naturally carry an inescapable air of severity.

What's most impressive about him are his eyebrows—thick, black, with sharp, V-shaped peaks that give him an imposing and dignified air.

"Dad!" That's what the girl called out.

"Master!" Zhou Lingfeng called out, indicating that the two were not biological siblings.

"Master Jidi!" This was what Ah Xing and his two henchmen shouted.

Master Ji nodded as a greeting, then stepped in. He glanced at the stir-fried bok choy that Ah Xing had made on the table and nodded almost imperceptibly. He then turned to look at Lu Feng's fried rice, but couldn't help but frown.

"Who cooked this fried rice?"

Yes, that's the vibe. Serious, rigid, meticulous, with an almost obsessive pursuit of culinary skills and frighteningly strict standards.

The legendary, stern chef, Ah Xing's future master, a top-level chef, the sous chef and head chef of Yangquan Restaurant, and the mentor of Jidi, Zhou Yu!

Lu Feng's heart suddenly raced. This was the man! If he could get his feedback and guidance, even just a sentence or two, his understanding of fried rice would definitely improve!

An opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! The little tricks he had just grasped through countless cycles were probably not even considered basic in front of Master Jidi!

However, just as he excitedly wanted to say "It's me, it's me" and then shamelessly beg for some pointers on the fried rice,

Before his eyes, that familiar yet damned light screen suddenly appeared, standing between him and his master.

光幕上，是一个简单明了的倒计时，正从「00：00：01」跳向「00：00：00」。

[Dream Training Ended]

Lu Feng: "!!!"

Holy crap! No! System, please! Wait! Just a little bit more! Let me say a few words to the big boss!

Silent cries are useless; the system's rules are colder and more ruthless than the face of the master of the imperial examination.

It's like you're about to draw a Glory Crystal, and you've already accumulated 360 luck points in the gacha pool. But on your last try, you don't have enough in-game currency, and the system won't let you recharge! You've been ripped off by the system!

His vision suddenly blurred, and the scene in the kitchen, Master Jidi's serious face, Ah Xing's clear eyes—everything drifted away from him.

"call!"

Lu Feng suddenly sat up in bed, panting heavily. The familiar scene of his room came into view: the sky outside the window was about to break into dawn, and the back of his hand still seemed to linger with the pain of being repeatedly trampled.

He stood there stunned for a while before slowly coming back to his senses, wiping his face with a touch of melancholy.

"Master Jidi, one of the top figures in this gourmet fantasy world, even taught such an awesome protagonist as Ah Xing." He muttered to himself, his tone full of regret, "I didn't even get to say a word before he was gone—"

"System, you son of a bitch! Are you kidding me? You made me get trampled on over three hundred times in my dream, and I finally met the ultimate NPC!"

"You just kicked me offline?"

"If you operate a game like this, will you still have players? If you operate Qidian like this, will you still have readers?"

He flexed his wrist and then subconsciously rubbed the back of his hand. Although his hand was perfectly fine in reality, the aching pain from the repeated crushing of the shoes was deeply etched into his soul.

"Zhou Lingfeng!" Lu Feng gritted his teeth and uttered the name. "You wait! Don't let me run into you again! Otherwise I'll definitely—oh well, you've taught me a lesson."

After calming down a bit, Lu Feng closed his eyes and began to carefully recall the details of his dream.

Ah Xing's simple yet near-perfect golden fried rice.

Zhou Lingfeng's Cantonese fried rice, full of local flavor.

It also includes my arduous journey from "a lump of food by the roadside" to "barely edible".

Each scene is so vivid, as if it just happened.

"With my current skill level, I should be at the half-step B-level, which is roughly the entry level of a senior chef?" Lu Feng thought carefully for a moment, considering what he would do if he used this skill to sell fried rice.

It doesn't seem like it's impossible, after all, most street stalls are only at a C-grade level.

But who am I? I'm the racing god of Qingzhu Mountain, my speed is 60 miles per hour. If I can't even control my mood when I'm having fried rice, then what's the point of talking about a free zone? Yo, three-syllable mantra!

Just thinking about Zhou Lingfeng's "so-so" makes me furious. How many times has this guy eaten Ah Xing's golden fried rice? He even took the initiative to cook afterward, and I forgot to watch the scene where he got slapped in the face by Kuku.

Even a B-level skill was nothing special in Zhou Lingfeng's eyes, so what about Master Jidi? Lu Feng was also a little glad that Master Jidi hadn't gotten to taste that fried rice.

How could I, a man of iron will, possibly serve up fried rice like this?

"More importantly, proof of originality." Lu Feng sighed. The system had previously issued a job change quest: The Path of a Chef.

Of the three core conditions, practice makes perfect and it's only a matter of time before I start to show my talent. The only thing I haven't figured out yet is how to prove my originality.

This dream cultivation was clearly the best opportunity, but unfortunately, after a month of endless loops, he only managed to learn how to make a fried rice dish that he couldn't even name yet.

But his thinking opened up. He didn't need to completely copy Ah Xing's golden fried rice, nor did he need to obsessively follow Zhou Lingfeng's Cantonese fried rice. He could build upon the ingredients provided by the D-level recipes, drawing inspiration from Ah Xing's extreme pursuit of the original flavor of ingredients and Zhou Lingfeng's ingenious handling of ordinary ingredients, and forge his own path.

Fortunately, the system rewarded me with a month of Dream Study Room, so I used it without hesitation.

First, he reviewed the footage. He played the videos of Ah Xing and Zhou Lingfeng simultaneously for comparison.

"Ah Xing's approach requires too much basic skill and talent. With my current data, I can't learn the essence at all. I should learn from Zhou Lingfeng's handling of eggs."

"Zhou Lingfeng's Cantonese-style stir-frying method may not suit the local taste. He should learn from Ah Xing how to stir-fry the ingredients to bring out their original flavor."

"Then you need to study the characteristics of ingredients in D-grade recipes. Different qualities of ingredients will produce completely different results."

What exactly constitutes "unique recognizability"?

Suddenly, he remembered the handful of chopped green onions that Zhou Lingfeng sprinkled on the last bit of fried rice, providing a fleeting moment of freshness.

"Greenery?" A thought flashed through my mind. Ah Xing's fried rice has an excellent color, which is undeniable, but I can combine the strengths of both and add scallions in a more ingenious way.

Chopped green onions are not just a finishing touch, but an integral part of the flavor!

At the last moment, sprinkle in finer chopped scallion leaves, stir-fry quickly, and let the aroma of scallions permeate every grain of rice.

Every single egg is imbued with this unique emerald green color!

This is my Golden Jade Fried Rice.

I've succeeded, Daoist Master!

This fried rice is so bad even a dog wouldn't eat it. Lu Feng stared at the fried rice in front of him. Why were the scallions burnt black? He hadn't cooked it for very long.

I refuse to accept this! My life is mine, not the heavens'!

Come again!

Come again!

Come again!

"What the hell are you burning, System!" Lu Feng, holding the spoon in his hand, hadn't even started yet, and he didn't know why so many strange slogans had suddenly appeared in the system's self-study room.