Chapter 6

"It seems more even now." After slicing the twentieth winter bamboo shoot, Mag picked up two pieces of bamboo and carefully compared them in front of his eyes, nodding in satisfaction.

Lowering his head to look at the basin of bamboo slices piled up beside him, he couldn't help but feel a bit emotional: "It turns out being a chef is so difficult. I already have the most standard knife skills in my head, but after practicing for so long, I've only reached this level. Those starting from scratch probably need to practice for many years, right?"

Thinking about the comments he had previously made on the chefs' dishes, he felt a bit embarrassed for the first time. Now these comments had become the standards for him to complete his tasks, which could be considered a case of reaping what he sowed.

"System, if I continue at this speed, I estimate I will need several weeks just to practice my knife skills. It's impossible to complete the task in three days, right?" Mag stopped his hands and asked in his mind.

"In the Chef God Training Ground, the time ratio is 365:1 compared to the outside world. The host spends one year in the training ground, but only one day passes in the outside world. Moreover, the host does not need to sleep or rest in the Chef God Space, and the body will not feel tired. Ingredients can be supplied infinitely. I hope the host can have a firm heart of a Chef God, complete the task as soon as possible, and leave the Chef God Training Ground." The system's voice followed.

"Is there such an operation?" Mag was somewhat surprised. Even the time ratio could be adjusted, this Chef God Training Ground was truly remarkable. However, being confined in this closed kitchen, without even the feeling of fatigue, and only repeatedly cooking, a person with weak willpower would likely go crazy very quickly.

"No, I have to go out before Amy wakes up tomorrow morning and make her the most perfect Yangzhou Fried Rice for breakfast." Mag suppressed the anxiety in his heart. This was his promise to Amy, which he must fulfill. He glanced at the calendar beside him, held the kitchen knife, and continued slicing the bamboo.

He now had four months of continuous time, equivalent to a year if converted to a normal eight-hour workday. This was more than enough time to learn how to make Yangzhou Fried Rice, especially since he already had a perfect experience in his head.

Mag had forgotten about time. The bamboo slices under his hands turned from chunks into evenly thin slices, then into evenly fine threads, and finally into small grains the size of rice, becoming more and more proficient and effortless.

From bamboo slices to tree mushrooms, then to ham and large shrimp, Mag's choice of ingredients went from easy to difficult. As his proficiency increased, his knife skills improved rapidly, and the experiences in his head were verified, leading to rapid progress. Even the lively large shrimp were easily peeled and cut into small grains the size of rice in his hands.

When the time on the wall reached the 100th day, Jiang Hong skillfully scooped the fried rice in the pot into a plate with a spoon, turned off the stove, and smiled confidently, "System, can it pass this time?"

The freshly cooked Yangzhou Fried Rice had distinct rice grains perfectly coated with a golden layer of eggs, green peas, white shrimp, gray tree mushrooms, and red ham... The various ingredients were perfectly blended into a dish, with colors that were not at all chaotic but rather bright and harmonious.

A small handful of tender green scallions was sprinkled on top, adding a touch of beauty. The aroma of the various ingredients blending together made Mag's throat involuntarily move.

The system was silent for a moment before speaking: "Based on the standards previously set by the host:

1. The rice grains are distinct, and each one is perfectly coated with eggs. Achieved!

2. The colors are bright and harmonious, and it is appetizing. Achieved!

3. The texture is delicate, the taste is fresh, the hardness is moderate, and it is fragrant, smooth, and refreshing. Achieved!

4. The aroma is enticing and has a certain recognizability. Achieved!

All four standards have been achieved. Congratulations, host, you have learned authentic Yangzhou Fried Rice and completed the task. You have received a +0.5 physical attribute reward. At the same time, the purchase permissions for the ingredients required for Yangzhou Fried Rice and the usage permissions for the corresponding kitchen tools have been unlocked."

Mag clenched his fist, a sense of accomplishment welling up. Looking at the Yangzhou Fried Rice in front of him, he felt like he wanted to cry.

The last time he felt such effort to complete a task was a long time ago. Indeed, achieving a goal is the most comfortable and satisfying feeling.

Of course, what excited him the most was that he could finally make a Yangzhou Fried Rice with perfect color, aroma, and taste for Amy. Thinking about the cute look of the little one eating, he was already full of anticipation.

"System, can I taste the Yangzhou Fried Rice?" Looking at the Yangzhou Fried Rice, Mag, who had not felt hungry since entering the Chef God Training Ground, suddenly felt a bit hungry.

"The host will automatically exit the Chef God Training Ground in five minutes." The system said.

"Five minutes, enough!" Mag quickly took a spoon from the cabinet, scooped a spoonful of fried rice from the plate, and put it in his mouth. After just a few chews, his eyes lit up.

The fresh scent of scallions and the aroma of eggs filled his nose. The shrimp and ham cut into small grains had such a delicate texture, and the rice, coated with eggs, was sweet and flavorful when chewed. The flavors of the various ingredients blended in his mouth, continuously stimulating his taste buds, and the aroma still lingered in his mouth even after swallowing.

This taste was simply amazing!

He had never realized that Yangzhou Fried Rice could be so delicious!

One spoonful was not enough. Mag almost devoured the entire bowl of fried rice, licking the last grain of rice coated with eggs from his lips. Feeling satisfied, he still had the urge to have another bowl, it was so tempting.

"Such Yangzhou Fried Rice, Xiao Mi will definitely like it. As for the food lovers on Noah's Continent, no one will be able to resist this taste." Putting down the spoon, Mag savored the wonderful experience brought by the bowl of Yangzhou Fried Rice, and the dull mood from continuously repeating the same task for 100 days suddenly became fresh and cheerful.

The five minutes passed quickly. Jiang Hong felt a flash of white light before his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was lying on the big bed. He sat up quickly, turned his head to look at Amy, who was sleeping soundly on the pink small bed beside him, and the dreamy feeling in his heart slowly settled down.

Then he looked at his hands with some surprise, clenched his fists, and felt the same as in the Chef God Training Ground. His body, which could not even make a fist before, had been greatly improved, and normal activities and cooking were no longer a problem.

"The system is indeed quite reliable." Mag got up from the bed, moved his limbs, and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was already 5 a.m. He looked down at his dirty clothes and walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and found only a set of chef's uniform and a set of black lolita dress inside. The chef's uniform made of white shirt material had two rows of exquisite black buttons, black casual pants, a black and white striped apron, white knee-high socks, black flat shoes, and a pair of white small shoes, all clean and simple.

Mag took the clothes into the bathroom, took a careful shower, and then used scissors to cut his wild, long, brown curly hair into a neat short hair. He also used scissors to trim his beard and then shaved it clean with a razor, leaving only a faint mustache on his upper lip.

"Indeed, this is the correct way to present myself." Mag touched his angular face, looked at his completely transformed reflection in the mirror, and smiled. After tidying up, he successfully transformed from a scruffy homeless man into a stylish middle-aged man.

This now bore an eight-tenths resemblance to his previous life, the only difference being his physique. His current emaciated appearance looked too weak. Next, he needed to eat well and do more muscle-building exercises.

After indulging in his self-admiration, Mag put on the chef's uniform. After tidying up, he looked like a chef in the mirror.

"Hello, Mr. Mag." Mag said seriously to his reflection in the mirror, then couldn't help but laugh: "Or should I call myself Mr. Alex?"

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