Chapter 1

Qinghe County.

In a room.

Chen Feng stood there, staring blankly around, his head ringing with shock!

He thought to himself, this is a big problem!

Chen Feng had actually transmigrated, and even more shockingly, he had transmigrated into the body of Wu Dalang?

That's right.

Wu Dalang!

Dalang, it's time for your medicine... Chen Feng couldn't help but think of the classic line from "Water Margin." Could this happen to me?

Wu Dalang's real name was Wu Zhi, with the nickname Dalang, but the one who transmigrated was Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was filled with anxiety, looking at his short, stout, and dark face in the mirror, he felt like dying.

In his previous life, he was a handsome man, but after transmigrating, he became a poor, short, and ugly person?

This height is about 1.4 meters, right?

Others who transmigrated became rich and powerful, either nobles, rich and handsome men, or had formidable martial arts skills. He transmigrated into a poor, short, and ugly person, and what awaited him was the combined attack of Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian, who would poison him to death.

He couldn't accept this plot no matter what.

Chen Feng thought that rather than face this, he might as well run away.

He couldn't even fight Ximen Qing.

In his previous life, although Chen Feng was single, he was the head chef of a five-star hotel, skilled in various ingredients, and earned a good income. Just as his life was about to reach its peak, he fell into a coma during a drinking session and woke up in this Song Dynasty world.

According to his memories, this was the Song Dynasty ruled by Emperor Huizong.

The current Wu Dalang was still single and hadn't married Pan Jinlian.

Chen Feng thought to himself, "If the plot follows the original, Ximen Qing will appear, and I won't be far from death."

"No, I can't just sit and wait to die!"

Chen Feng was filled with resistance.

He absolutely couldn't accept his fate; otherwise, he would be doomed.

Wearing a tall green hat and being poisoned by his wife, Chen Feng had to be cautious.

"Congratulations, host, the implantation is successful, the Hero System has been activated..."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

Hearing this voice, Chen Feng was extremely excited. This...

Having read countless novels in his previous life, how could he not know that this was a golden finger?

The heavens haven't abandoned me!

A poor, short, and ugly person with a golden finger, this is still manageable.

Chen Feng quickly calmed down and began to study.

He opened the panel.

Name: Chen Feng (Wu Dalang)

Emotion Points: 0

Attributes: 0

Height: 140cm (upgradable)

Appearance: 0 (very ugly... upgradable)

Constitution: 3 (upgradable)

Strength: 20 (upgradable)

Speed: 4m/s (upgradable)

Insight: 0 (upgradable)

Talent: 0 (upgradable)

Strategy: 0 (upgradable)

Martial Arts: 100kg (upgradable)...

Seeing this attribute panel, Chen Feng was speechless. Wu Dalang was indeed Wu Dalang; these stats were truly unbearable to look at...

Except for his physical constitution, everything else was lacking.

Chen Feng could only sigh and shake his head at his appearance.

Fortunately, these attributes could be upgraded. Chen Feng carefully studied the information and found that as long as he could evoke emotions in others, he could earn 100 emotion points to exchange for one attribute point.

Chen Feng was a head chef in a five-star hotel in his previous life. Given his current situation, making food was the most suitable option.

100 emotion points could be exchanged for one attribute point.

Any attribute could be upgraded.

With this, although he was poor, short, and ugly, Chen Feng had nothing to fear.

Thinking about this, Chen Feng immediately perked up. He went straight to the kitchen and saw a few unsold steamed cakes. He started eating them.

These were made by his predecessor, Wu Dalang. After tasting them, Chen Feng nodded: "The taste is good, but not enough to evoke strong emotions. I need to rely on my own skills!"

Chen Feng's culinary skills were very high. He could cook Western and Chinese cuisine, and he was skilled in various dishes. The steamed cakes were decent, but to quickly gain emotion points, he needed to do better.

He went out to buy some ingredients for making pot helmets.

Based on Chen Feng's experience, this was a low-cost, widely popular, and affordable option, suitable for his current situation.

Now, to change his fate of being a poor, short, and ugly person who would be killed, he needed to grow quickly.

Chen Feng bought some tools and materials for making pot helmets and started working.

He had made this before, so it wasn't difficult, but it did require some skill.

The pot helmet was a long, red, crescent-shaped pastry filled with meat juice and vegetables, scallions, and garlic sprouts. First, the filling was wrapped in a long strip and then coiled into a circle, which, when baked, would taste great.

Soon.

Chen Feng, after working hard, finally finished. Early the next morning, he went out with his pot helmets, shouting, "Hey, selling pot helmets, big and round pot helmets..."

The weather was quite cold, with a cold wind blowing. Chen Feng, dressed in thick clothes, looked short and bulky, carrying the pot helmets on the street, a typical poor person.

This appearance made Chen Feng look even more pathetic.

He calmed himself, telling himself that he just needed to get through this period.

Ancient people were truly hardworking; even early in the morning, many people were already busy.

Chen Feng shouted for a while, and an old man walked over and laughed, "Wu Da, did you change the name of the steamed cakes to pot helmets?"

"Yes, Uncle Xiong, try my new pot helmets, have two?"

The old man laughed, "Sure, give me two!"

The old man was quite familiar with Dalang, as they often met.

Chen Feng quickly handed over two pot helmets and received four coins.

The fresh pot helmets were still steaming hot.

"This cake looks strange..." The old man looked at it, noticing it was different from the usual steamed cakes, a brown, coiled strip.

Chen Feng smiled, "Uncle Xiong, the pot helmets are very delicious, try them!"

"Okay!" The old man took a bite with a skeptical look. The texture was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fragrant and full, making his eyes light up: "This taste... is really good!"

The old man quickly finished one.

His expression changed rapidly: "I've never eaten anything this delicious in my life, it's simply amazing!"

The old man was surprised and delighted, never expecting this short and ugly Wu Dalang to have such good skills.

"Pot helmets are really delicious!... Give me two more!"

"Sure thing!" Chen Feng was overjoyed, seeing that the people in this world also liked pot helmets.

Receiving another four coins, Chen Feng felt more motivated.

At the same time, a voice sounded in Chen Feng's mind, making him even happier.

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