Salted fish turning system

Xu Jing never believed that fortune-telling really existed in this world, thinking that these were just tricks used by the world to cheat money.

But the two incidents that happened one after another impacted her original firm belief. Looking at the expressions of Huang Yingwang's family that did not seem to be fake, Xu Jing felt like she was dreaming.

"Brother Zhao, this plaque is a gift we gave you for opening the store. The workmanship is guaranteed to be fine. You will not be ashamed if you hang it outside." Huang Yingwang said confidently.

"Well...but this is not a fortune-telling shop, it's just a shop that sells fried rice."

"What? Little Brother Zhao, you are not here to open a fortune-telling shop? I thought.... You are really violent if you don't open a fortune-telling shop with your magical skills." Sister Liu also said in surprise.

In fact, Zhao Mu was a little bit ecstatic at this time. After all, the feeling of being respected and appreciated is not as simple as selling fried rice before.

Just because a few words can make others respect me in every possible way, it's gratitude, and reverence, even if I don't make money, it's more enjoyable than selling fried rice.

At this time, Zhao Mu also had a new understanding of the goal of turning salted fish given by the system. The simple increase in money is only a very shallow aspect, whether it is an improvement in a certain industry, or an increase in social status, or even a simple increase in money. Improving the reputation of Xianyu is also the main goal of Xianyu's turnaround.

At this moment, everyone who was opening the shop before surrounded Zhao Mu, and they all said excitedly, "Brother Zhao, help us take a look."

"Brother Zhao, can you be polite? I want to call him Master Zhao."

"Master Zhao, if any electrical appliance in your shop breaks down in the future, just hand it over to me and there will be no problem."

"And me, Master Zhao wants to choose some clothes in the future, come to our store, I will give Master Zhao some handsome clothes for free."

"That's right, Master Zhao, just show us."

Seeing this, Zhao Mu was naturally overjoyed, and quickly agreed.

But at this moment, the people who were queuing up to buy fried rice refused to agree.

"No, Boss Zhao has to do his job properly. Selling fried rice is a promising industry. From now on, he can earn nearly [-] yuan every day. Isn't it better than fortune-telling?"

"That's right, anyway, selling fried rice is a serious business, and fortune-telling is promoting feudal superstition."

"Yeah, we can't live without Boss Zhao's fried rice. Boss Zhao should not go to fortune-telling or fortune-telling. Even if it raises the price for us, we will still buy your fried rice."

Zhao Mu looked at the two groups of people around who were arguing endlessly, and said to himself helplessly: "It seems that I need to find more helpers in the future, this person is simply too busy..."

"Okay, okay! Stop arguing, everyone, we know how to make rice, and we can also read photos, but today I have already cooked for half a day, so I will watch photos for half a day in the afternoon. Everyone has a chance, so don't be so anxious .”

Afterwards, although some people were dissatisfied, they still calmed down according to the words. Many people were extremely curious about Zhao Mu's fortune-telling, and sat around Zhao Mu on the Mazha stool.

Even Xu Jing, who wanted to continue discussing the case, shook her head at this moment, and then moved a stool and sat in a corner not far from Zhao Mu.

"Who is that, you are facing a fortune recently, you'd better buy some lottery tickets."

"You seem to be a little unlucky recently. Be careful not to bump into each other these few days, but after these few days pass, good things will happen in about six or seven days."

"Well, you'd better not go to the interview tomorrow. It will be smoother if you wait two days later."

………………

In a TV station in a certain province of Huaguo.

An old man with white hair was sitting energetically on the judges' bench, but below the judges' bench were several men in chef's robes struggling to roll the iron pot in their hands.

The host on the stage was spitting with excitement: "The second Chef King Competition hosted by the XX Provincial Chefs Association and named by the XX Group is now coming to an end. I don't know which chef can be here! Stand out in this competition and win the favor of the legendary God of Cooking."

While the chefs below were busy walking around, the old man above the judging table was frowning at the moment, looking at the few fresh meat stars on the judging table with him, shaking his head helplessly and sighing.

Zheng Ming is seventy-one this year, but he was able to serve as the chief judge on this provincial satellite TV in his rare years because he is actually one of the most respected existences in the culinary world.

Zheng Ming, honored as the God of Cooking by his peers, originally disdained to serve as a judge of this level of competition, but he couldn't stand up to his old friend's plea, so he had no choice but to support him once.

Although the chefs below all look very good, they have good control over the materials and heat, and even the knife skills can be said to be impeccable, but any chef in a five-star hotel can reach this level.

In Zheng Ming's eyes, this kind of level can only be regarded as good, but his remaining days can be said to be precious. Naturally, he wants to cultivate a successor who can take over his mantle.

And the successor that made me most satisfied was the girl I met a few years ago, both in terms of talent and temperament, she was very satisfying to me, so Zheng Ming cherished every day of his life very much, and wanted to spend all his time on Cultivate this good seedling who is most satisfying to you.

While Zheng Ming was stroking his beard comfortably, an assistant not far away stepped forward and gently handed a mobile phone to Zheng Ming.

"Old Zheng, Xiao Ruosu called you."

"Heh, shouldn't this little girl be playing around excitedly because I gave her a few days off? Why did I think of my old bone today?"

At this time, the program director on the side hurried forward and said respectfully: "Master Zheng, the camera is about to turn to you. If you have any personal problems that need to be resolved, please finish recording this scene first." .”

"Okay, okay, let's finish the recording first. Tell Xiaonizi about it, just wait for me for 10 minutes, and I will call her back later." Zheng Ming said.

Not long after, all the chefs below had finished cooking their favorite dishes, and they all excitedly sent their dishes to the judges one by one.

Although Zheng Ming felt a little impatient, decades of proficiency in the world made it easy for him to maintain a calm expression. After some detailed comments, the competition ended satisfactorily as he wished.

When the show was about to end, it was logically the time for each judge to give a speech. When it was the finale's turn to speak, Zheng Ming would also read out the lines he had prepared.

"Although ingredients play a huge part in cooking, the greatest delicacy in the world does not come from the cooking of big fish and meat. The most fascinating thing is actually the authentic snacks in the streets and alleys. .”

"Whether it's the common pancakes on the streets of Chengdu, or a bowl of noodles in the night market in Beijing, the traditional food that has been condensed for thousands of years is the source of our taste buds."

With a burst of intense applause, Zheng Ming left the stage with a smile on his face, and then said helplessly to his old friend.

"You, you, think that your show has a bad reputation in the industry, so you dragged me here to make a big splash. I only come to this entertaining food show for your sake."

"Hahaha, old friend, you really gave me face. Based on your speech on the show, the reputation of our show in the industry will definitely improve a lot."

In fact, Zheng Ming knew that the authentic snacks he said at the end of the show could ignore the restrictions on ingredients, and some exaggerated sentimental words were actually purely for the broadcasting effect of the show.

No matter how skilled the chef is after cooking, it is impossible to use ordinary ingredients to make delicious ingredients that can compare with precious ingredients.Whether it is the caviar from the deep sea in Iceland or the rare white truffle hidden deep in the forest, these are all delicacies that really challenge the taste buds, and only simple cooking can reverse all other factors.

Just as Zheng Ming was feeling emotional, the assistant had already dialed the number of his precious apprentice for Zheng Ming.

An Ruosu, who was on the other end of the phone, blinked her bright eyes, and excitedly said to her master, "Master, you should hurry back to Tianjing, I have someone to introduce you to."