Chapter 3: The Code of the Kitchen God

At this time, Song Yiren was pouring the cabbage into the plate, planning to bring it out and taste it himself, and taste his own craftsmanship first.

When she went out in the morning, she didn't go to eat the food cooked in the Daqing oil field, although it was very fragrant.

Because the original body is inexplicably cold, the Song Yi people have the memory of the original body.

Song Yiren still remembered that after eating a meal from the soft rice man in the Daqing Oilfield, he fell asleep deeply, and then he was inexplicably cold.

The owner of the body was replaced by a Song Yi person with the same name and surname.

And in the memory of the original body, Daqing Oilfield really doesn't look like a good man who cooks at home every day.

The original body likes him very much and thinks he is perfect.

But after the death of the original parents, he had a very bad attitude towards the original body and often bullied the original body.

But I don't know why, three meals a day are carefully prepared for the original body, and the original body is allowed to drink a bowl of soup made by himself every day.

It is precisely because of such details that the original body thinks that this man still loves himself.

But such details, in the eyes of Song Yiren, are very suspicious.

And Song Yiren used to watch the news of killing his wife and cheating on social networks before, so Song Yiren felt that this product definitely wanted to make money and kill him.

And the most important thing is that Fu Yanzhi made her feel not very comfortable.

Just when Song Yiren was thinking about it, a voice suddenly said to Song Yiren.

"Boss, are you frying cabbage? Why is it so fragrant, bring me a copy. ”

Gu Jun walked into the hotel and saw a plate of fragrant cabbage in Song Yiren's hand at a glance.

As soon as she heard that a guest ordered, Song Yiren's eyes lit up instantly, she didn't have a dime on her now, it was very important to make money, and Song Yiren was not hungry for a while.

Song Yiren immediately brought the dish to Gu Jun, and said to Gu Jun: "This is our new hot and sour cabbage in the store, you try it, it doesn't cost if it's not delicious." ”

Song Yiren also sent a pair of chopsticks very doggedly, Gu Jun took the chopsticks in Song Yiren's hand, and wiped them with a handkerchief.

Song Yi people were stunned, what age is this, there are still men with handkerchiefs.

Gu Jun picked up a piece of cabbage and put it in his mouth, and the slight sour and spicy fragrance spread in his mouth, stimulating the tip of his tongue.

The cabbage stalk is crisp and crisp, with a hint of sweetness.

This simple cabbage is extremely rich in taste, sour and spicy.

The leaves are soft and delicate, and the texture is better with the crunchy cabbage stalks.

Gu Jun ate this plate of cabbage in a few bites.

"Boss, your cabbage is so delicious, bring me another plate."

"This cabbage is sour, spicy and sour, and it is several times better than the fried cabbage of the one-star chef I have eaten before!"

Gu Jun praised as he spoke.

At the same time, he sighed in his heart that this was the lack of virtue behind the scenes to secretly advertise that the food of the proprietress was not delicious, which caused this store to be so close to the school, and he never came to eat.

Gu Jun suddenly made a decision in his heart, he didn't go to the Mecha Academy.

Now the mecha still has some shortcomings, because it uses a material that isolates mental power attacks, so as to avoid the sneak attack of the martial arts boss with mental power, or the attack of targeted exercises such as the lion's roar, and it is precisely because of this that this mecha cannot be controlled by mental power.

The mecha is completely controlled by keyboard.

This can be imagined, what kind of hand speed should be practiced?

A real man, he still walks the world with one punch.

Mecha are generally learned by those who are not talented, or who don't have the money to learn martial arts.

Again, I went to the city in the sky, and I ate such delicious cabbage every day!

"Boss, do you have any other dishes here?"

After Gu Jun ate five plates of hot and sour cabbage in a row, he asked Song Yiren.

"At the moment, there is only one dish, and when I practice the other dishes to be as delicious as this sour and hot Chinese cabbage, I will prepare more dishes in the store."

"Boss, your cooking skills are so good, it's more than enough for you to go to the Chef Association to get a three-star chef certificate! Your dish is even better than the one-star chef's cooking! ”

Gu Jun suggested to Song Yiren.

"I want to too! I'm just an ordinary person. ”

The ingredients used in the spiritual diet are different from ordinary ingredients.

It's not that ordinary dishes can't become spiritual food, but at most it's just a three-grade spiritual food, but although the Song Yi people have systematically taught skills, the Song Yi people themselves are still an ordinary person, so this dish has not become a spiritual food.

A chef who has been on the star also needs to be talented.

In this world, no matter what you do, you need to cultivate talent in order to climb to the pinnacle of your career.

Gu Jun shut up and didn't mention it, he had already noticed that his emotional intelligence was low, too, the owner of this store was so young, if he had talent, he wouldn't have come out to open a store so early.

Gu Jun originally wanted to comfort him, as long as he was not eighteen years old, he still had a chance to awaken the talent of a cultivator.

But he was worried that Song Yiren had turned eighteen years old, and it would hurt even more to say it.

"It's only one hundred and fifty yuan, so cheap?"

Song Yiren originally wanted to say that thirty yuan a piece of hot and sour cabbage, but the other party thought it was expensive, and he didn't expect the other party to recognize the price.

One hundred and fifty star coins are in hand, and tomorrow's grocery money is available.

Song Yiren served himself a hot and sour Chinese cabbage, and sat in the store to eat it beautifully.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for receiving the praise of the food and obtaining the cultivation talent of the "Code of the Chef God". 】

Cultivator talent, she actually has it.

Song Yiren was so happy that she almost jumped up, she was finally not a waste material.

She must work hard to cultivate, and then take back her real estate, this shop, the real estate is hers, she wants to let that faceless greasy soft rice man go out of the house.

The Code of the Kitchen God is the basic exercise that the entire interstellar chef is practicing, and it is also the most affordable exercise, which does not consume a lot of resources.

Song Yiren planned to go back and rummage through it to see if he could find the cultivation method of the Kitchen God Codex.

She is poor and white, and she really doesn't have the money to buy exercises.

That faceless man should be going out at noon! Maybe not at home.

Song Yiren closed the shop and quietly slipped home on a bicycle.

It's too much that this primitive means of transportation hasn't been phased out.

Song Yiren opened the door of the house, and there was no one at home.

Song Yiren opened the room where her original parents were, her parents were sick when she was young, and found her a child husband, Fu Yanzhi.

After Song Yiren married Fu Yanzhi, his parents passed away, and all the aftermath was handled by Fu Yanzhi's help.

The clothes in the closet, the jewelry that used to be all gone.

The whole room was empty.

Song Yiren seriously suspected that all these things were sold by Fu Yanzhi, who was dead and asked for money.

Song Yiren searched around, but he didn't find the cheats of the exercises, not even the diary.

The whole room is too clean!

It's like an empty room.

Song Yiren aimed at Fu Yanzhi's room, but the thing was locked, and she couldn't open it.

Song Yiren could only go back to his room and see if he could find something of value to sell.

She wants to cultivate, she wants to hang and beat scumbags.