Salted fish turning system

At this time, Zhao Mu touched his pocket, which was cleaner than his face, and then asked Sun Zhiqiang: "You see, your business has never looked good, why don't I practice it today and cook a few meals for you, and finally follow the Ten yuan a piece counts as your material money, and the rest is mine, okay?"

"Oh, master, you are just slapping me in the face. Today, the master fried rice here, even if he taught his apprentice my skills, how dare an apprentice ask the master for materials. Today, master, you will sell as much as you want. Take it yourself, and treat it as an apprentice and I honor you, master." Sun Zhiqiang also hit the snake with the stick, and directly regarded himself as Zhao Mu's apprentice.

And Zhao Mu didn't have the energy to pay attention to Sun Zhiqiang's small thoughts, he just picked up the frying pan again, and experienced that kind of mysterious realm...

Sure enough, it did not exceed Zhao Mu's expectations. After the baptism of the strange sound just now, Zhao Mu's skill in making egg fried rice suddenly became extremely amazing, and he cooked another delicious fried egg fried rice.

And this fried rice with eggs also attracted everyone to snatch it up: "What are you doing, I asked the little master to cook the rice first, so of course I have to come first for the first meal!"

"Little boss, don't listen to him. I will pay three times the price for this meal. Please sell it to me."

"You have the nerve to say, Boss, this rice is only sold for ten yuan a piece, and you pay three times, so it's only thirty. I'll give you 100 yuan, so I have to eat this fried rice first."

After the first round of looting, Zhao Mu finally watched in surprise as a young white-collar worker bought this fried rice for 100 yuan.

I saw that the young white-collar worker had just received the fried rice bowl, and gently picked up a mouthful of fried rice with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. The expression on his face suddenly became excited, and the speed of eating became several times faster, with a look of enjoyment And the comfortable appearance, as if taking drugs.

"Husband, what are you doing? Why are there a group of people surrounding a fried rice stall?"

"Cut, can't you tell? Looking at the contrived expression on the face of the person eating, it's probably a marketing tactic that the peddler came up with. It's a pity that the actor hired by the peddler is too stupid. This kind of exaggerated I'm afraid only a fool would believe it..." A young couple casually said as they passed by a fried rice stall.

But just when the two were about to leave, Zhao Mu's third fried rice had already been stir-fried in the iron pot, and an astonishingly tempting aroma made them unable to move for a while.

The young girl said in surprise: "Husband, have you smelled a fragrance? I have never smelled such a fragrance when I grow up."

"Yes, I smell it too... It seems to be the smell from that fried rice stand. But how can a fried rice be so fragrant, even the chef of a five-star hotel would not exaggerate it so much." The young man said so said, but the footsteps still couldn't help walking towards Zhao Mu.

In this way, the pedestrians surrounding Zhao Mu quickly changed from seven or eight people to a dozen or so, and then to two or thirty.

Zhao Mu's skills are also becoming more and more proficient, making Sun Zhiqiang on the side nod again and again, with a thoughtful look on his face, as if he really realized something.

Just half an hour later, Zhao Mu finished frying a total of twenty servings of fried rice. Unsatisfied, Zhao Mu reached out to open the iron bucket where the rice was stored, but found that it was already empty, and the eggs and green onions brought by Sun Zhiqiang were all there. Not much left.

Zhao Mu waved his hand helplessly, and then said to the rest of the dozen or so passers-by who didn't buy fried rice, "I'm sorry, everyone, all the ingredients brought by this little boss have been used up. It's hard for me to cook any more. Cooking without rice..."

A middle-aged man said helplessly: "Brother, are you still setting up a stall here tomorrow? We only eat your fried rice. I just tasted a small bite. I'm afraid I don't even have the heart to eat dinner today. "

"That's right, I might not be able to eat anything else in the future. If you don't come tomorrow, then you are sincerely trying to starve us to death." The people on the side also said in an uproar.

At this time, Zhao Mu touched the extra 2000 yuan in his pocket, and then took [-] yuan out of it and handed it to Sun Zhiqiang, and then said: "Do you think this is okay, let's cooperate to sell fried rice together in the future, and I will help you. How about you being in charge of collecting money and preparing materials, how about we open on June [-]th?"

At this time, Sun Zhiqiang agreed, but then he didn't take the banknote from Zhao Mu's hand, but said with a smile on his face: "No problem, no problem, but this share...you get six is ​​really too little, so let's give seven or three. In the future, I only need to have money to help you prepare the materials, and the rest will be treated as my tuition fees in advance."

How could Zhao Mu not agree? The fried rice sold for a day probably earned more money than an ordinary white-collar working for half a month.

"Did you hear that, the little boss will set up a stall here tomorrow, and we all have to come on time to join us." A middle-aged man said.

"Okay, from now on, our family's daily breakfast will be egg fried rice fried by the little boss."

Watching the crowd gradually disperse, Sun Zhiqiang also tidied up the booth, and then said to Zhao Mu who was beside him: "Master, I really admire your cooking skills, and I will thank you for showing off your cooking skills in the future. It was I who had I don't know Mount Tai, I thought you were an old man..."

At this time, Zhao Mu's mind was not on Sun Zhiqiang at all, but was completely immersed in the vast classification in his mind.

At this time, Zhao Mu noticed that a mysterious salted fish turning system suddenly appeared in his mind, and he could unlock the classification in it by completing tasks, and then obtain the ability to surpass human beings.

For example, this food category is divided into more than ten subcategories such as Chinese food and Western food, and there are various cuisines in Chinese food, and fried rice belongs to the snack category, which is one of the most common categories.

But after Zhao Mu acquired the proficiency of this category through the system, he was able to stir-fry the addictive delicacy from an ordinary person who had never cooked before.

None of those who ate their own fried rice could eat the fried rice in a smooth manner. As long as the fried rice was brought to their mouths, they all showed satisfied and excited expressions, and then gobbled all the fried rice, as if It's like eating food beyond the limits of your imagination.

As for other major categories, there are music, literature, martial arts, metaphysics, military science, technology... .

At least Zhao Mu watched it for half an hour, but he didn't read all the classifications. He only knew that there were only one or two things contained in it, and it was enough to turn a real salty fish over.

So Zhao Mu decided to complete the first task of the system first, change his state through the skill of fried rice, and then see which category of skills the system will give him next.

And what Zhao Mu cares most about is the [-]-square-meter commercial street store in the city center that the system said. In Tianjing City, where every inch of land is expensive, it is really priceless. Lai Wan, if the system can really reward him, then he really doesn't have to worry about the rest of his life.

"As expected of a salted fish recovery system..." Zhao Mu muttered to himself.

Sun Zhiqiang asked suspiciously, "Master, what did you say?"

"Ah...it's nothing, what did we just talk about?" Zhao Mu finally came to his senses.

"Master, I just said that I would invite you to the hotel for a few drinks, and you agreed."

"Really? Well, I haven't let go of my stomach for half a month, and today I just have meat." Zhao Mu excitedly followed Sun Zhiqiang, who had already packed the booth, to a well-decorated hotel not far away. within.