Chapter 17 Boss, Please Give Me Another Yangzhou Fried Rice

Mag entered the kitchen, and the rice that had been put in the rice cooker was just ready. He put it in a bowl and left it to dry for a while. Then, he used the credit line to buy the ingredients for Yangzhou Fried Rice, and started to make the second Yangzhou Fried Rice. .

Mag will not consider the purchase restriction now. The task of 1,000 copies of Yangzhou fried rice is not a joke. But if the restaurant business is really hot in the future, in order to allow more people to eat delicious food, the purchase limit is a rule of respecting the guests.

As for the system's proposal, he is not stupid, this guy probably wants him to return to a semi-crippled state.

"The opinions put forward by this system are all to make the host go further on the road of being a chef." The system's voice suddenly sounded.

Mag raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect his thoughts to be interpreted by the system, but instead he was open and asked: "System, in order to let me go further on the road of being a chef, I will also give you a suggestion. "

"Host, please speak." The system replied.

"I think you should cut the price of this ingredient by half." Mag said seriously.

"The ingredients provided by this system are all taken from..." the system responded.

"I have the same attitude towards your suggestion." Mag ended the conversation bluntly before the system finished speaking.

"..." A line of ellipses floated through Mag's mind.

The corners of Mag's mouth were slightly raised, and he began to quickly process the ingredients.

It's a joke, he was famous for his poisonous tongue back then. He never lost in the battle of tongues, and he didn't brush a single fan, so the system is not a piece of cake.

Mo Bai was sitting and feeling the changes in his body. After eating a Yangzhou fried rice, the feeling of warmth in his body began to slowly subside, but the feeling of tiredness and receding did not disappear, but it really existed. He clenched his fists, and his state was similar to when he just woke up this morning, full of energy.

"At this level, it should be worth half a bottle of intermediate recovery potion, and there is no feeling of overdrafting my body at all. A bottle of intermediate recovery potion costs 20 gold coins, and I consume one bottle of intermediate potion a day, and two bowls are delicious and delicious. Yangzhou fried rice with better efficacy is only 12 gold coins, so if you calculate it like this, it is really worth it." Mo Bai quickly calculated an account in his heart, and the conclusion he came to made his eyes light up.

The forging of each weapon requires more than ten thousand swings of the nearly 100-pound hammer, and the high reward also corresponds to the high-intensity labor and forging skills.

Mo Bai's body's recovery ability has not been as good as when he was young. In order to complete the workload every day, he needs to drink a bottle of mid-level recovery potion with a disgusting smell at noon.

However, the dependence of this thing is too strong, and he has already felt that his body is slowly corroded due to long-term use. If this continues, he will maintain the forging accuracy for five years at most.

The day he lost his precision was when the signboard he had built in this chaotic city for decades collapsed.

Although the price of at least 1,000 gold coins for a weapon has made him save a lot of money, he knows that for what he wants to do, the money is far from enough. Five years is too little time. It takes ten years of high-intensity forging every day.

For him, this Yangzhou fried rice was like a light that suddenly appeared in the endless darkness, and he saw hope all at once.

"Try another serving. If the recovery effect is really good, then you can eat it every day from now on!" I thought it was a bit distressing to spend this money, but compared to the potion that makes me want to vomit after one sip, this is extremely delicious. , and the price of Yangzhou fried rice is nearly half cheaper. If the effect is the same, how to choose is not an embarrassing thing at all.

"Grandpa dwarf, didn't you just say you wouldn't fall in love with this flavor?" Amy would finish her Yangzhou fried rice, licked her lips, and said with a smile at Mo Bai, with a small face. Full of innocence.

Mo Bai's old face reddened by Amy's stare,

After a dry cough, he said, "I was testing the boss just now to see if he has confidence in his cooking skills. I didn't expect him to be so good at cooking, but he didn't have self-confidence, so I was improving his self-confidence. "

"Is that really the case?" Amy looked at Mo Bai suspiciously.

"Of course it's true, I'm not the kind of person who dislikes bad food before trying it." Mo Bai nodded seriously, with a bit of pride in his tone.

"Then I'll take it as true." Amy glanced at Mo Bai helplessly, slipped off the chair, and entered the kitchen with a plate.

"I...I..." Mo Bai felt as if he was being despised again, and was looked at by a little girl with those helpless eyes, as if she had already seen through everything.

Mag was in the kitchen listening to Mo Bai Aojiao's conversation, and Amy was easily stunned to the point of speechlessness, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise a little.

The little girl is very talented. She deserves to be my daughter. As long as this poisonous tongue attribute is developed casually, coupled with her cute appearance, she can completely make people suspect that she is still not angry in life. This kind of feeling is not too cool.

"If you still want to eat, I will make more of my portion later, and I will give you a small bowl." Mag took the plate with a smile and put it aside, looking at Amy and said.

"Father, you are so kind to Xiaomi." Amy raised her head and looked at Mag, her face full of admiration. After waking up yesterday, my father seemed to be a different person. It was really good .

Mo Bai looked at the father and daughter in the kitchen outside, and was stunned for a while. In a trance, he seemed to see a scene of a child standing in front of the stove full of admiration and looking up at the man who wielded a heavy hammer. Knowing how his life is, it seems that I owe him too much.

"Let's sit outside, father will fry the guests first." Mag smiled and nodded.

"Okay." Amy replied obediently, walked out of the kitchen happily, climbed onto the high stool behind the counter, and looked at Mo Bai with her chin on her hands, "Grandpa dwarf, don't worry, your fried rice is fast. It will be done, just wait a little longer."

"Yeah." Mo Bai finally came back to his senses, nodded in response, looked at Amy, and showed a rare smile.

"Guest, your fried rice." Mag held the fried rice in front of Mo Bai and smiled.

"Okay." Mo Bai nodded, looking at the fried rice that was not as exquisite as a work of art, he scooped a large spoonful of it into his mouth with full of hope, and the taste was as intoxicating as before. As I swallowed the fried rice, that warm feeling rose again, nourishing every flesh and blood in my body.

"It really works! And it's even better than the intermediate recovery potion!" Mo Bai's eyes were full of surprises.

I don't know if it is because he has already eaten one serving to relieve enough muscle fatigue. He feels that eating the second serving now not only relieves fatigue, but also nourishes those muscles that have been worn out over the years. Although this kind of nourishment is very weak, the pain in those places is unbearable when it is cloudy and rainy, but now it feels extraordinarily comfortable, as if a pair of warm hands are gently pressing him.

"Boss, please give me another Yangzhou fried rice." Before the fried rice in front of him was finished, Mo Bai suddenly looked up at Mag and said, with some respect in his eyes.