My system can be changed

After a fierce collision, Michelin sent many members to Huaxia to taste, and finally 80.00% of them were sent back by free porridge.

And the remaining 20.00% was taken back from the hands of Yu Ge brainless fans stored in the refrigerator at a sky-high price. After tasting, it was agreed that it was not an exaggeration to give four stars.

Well, although the highest Michelin is only three stars.

A salted fish turned over, and the turned salted fish immediately ran towards the door.

Michelin three stars?
The youngest Michelin three-star chef in history?

Huaxia Kyoto's first Michelin three-star?

Lin Haoyu rode on his little electric donkey with a displeased face, and immediately galloped towards the TV station.

"Fuck, it's a tire company, and it's still thinking of giving a star rating to my Tianyu face?"

Lin Haoyu sighed slightly sadly, if he wasn't strong enough himself, he estimated that the star evaluation standard in the future would be "Haoyu Three Stars".

The evaluation standards of Western food cannot be compared with Chinese food at all, which is why Huaxia has few Chinese food with three stars until today.

After making complaints silently, Lin Haoyu posted this shocking tweet on his mobile phone:

"As a Chinese, I, Lin Haoyu, do not accept French western food tire ratings, which is a shame for Chinese food."

boom!The focus of the whole world once again focused on this tweet, and many netizens once again launched a keyboard war.
"Fuck, Brother Yu did a great job! He should have done it!"

A sand sculpture netizen whose ID is "Pharaoh next door helping you" was the first to post a comment, and a lot of close discussions among netizens should be posted.

"Fuck off, how can a small Chinese chef dare to question our Michelin star rating? And I am skeptical about the Michelin star rating. May I ask if this Mr. Lin Haoyu has a chef qualification certificate?"

Another comment from a netizen with the ID "I'm a big fool", and all the comments below are "Mickey dog ​​get out".

But in fact, when Lin Haoyu was decorating earlier, that local tyrant had already made perfect preparations——

Decoration, advertising, certificates, store design, in short, after opening, it won the appreciation of the whole China for its wonderful taste.

Close comments are often accompanied by many dissonant voices like this one.

"I think Brother Yu should award the Michelin headquarters the title of 'Hao Yu One Star', otherwise Brother Yu would be too unkind."

"No, no, upstairs, I think the restaurant should be closed, and Michelin will publish it if it wants to. Anyway, no one can eat it—of course I haven't eaten it either."

"Guys who have eaten it once definitely don't want Brother Yu to close the noodle shop! Damn it! It tastes amazing!"

"I don't know when the second episode of Brother Yu's new show "SKY MAN" will come out."

Well, it is indeed very close, and even the headquarters of Twitter's China region suddenly became tense.

"Gudu."

The technicians are constantly deleting inappropriate comments in a hurry, and at the same time, they have opened the maximum harmony filtering mechanism. Once there is any violating word, it will not appear on the background, but will be blocked immediately.

"Boss! Fuck, something happened to Brother Yu again!"

The technician had a heartless smile on his face. Before he came, who the hell told him that as long as he could help Brother Yu handle his tweets well, he would definitely be able to get promoted quickly?

It's just been less than a few months, and he has already experienced several terrible situations where the backstage was close to explosion.

"Gudu."

The last time the data exploded, the CEO of the headquarters far away in the United States came forward in person. This barely saved the precarious stock market and reputation of the entire company, and finally defeated many competitors in one fell swoop, becoming the No. 1 in the world's entertainment industry.
The technician swallowed silently, and took a sip from the water glass next to him with a slightly trembling hand.

In the cup is wolfberry honey tea. According to the original words of the technician, it is "to be delicate in life and meticulous in keeping in good health".

"There are nearly [-] comments under Brother Yu's comment, not including the comments under the comment."

The technician raised his eyes to look at the flat and calm office, and couldn't help being stunned and surprised.

Ok?
Why do colleagues continue to work so calmly?

Blinking his eyes, before waiting for dozens of seconds, he saw the new director who was originally a technician walking over, staring at the computer, and said in surprise: "Oh? Brother Yu launched an attack on the food industry this time. "

The director narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Brother Yu is still the Brother Yu he is familiar with, even if the whole world has changed, Brother Yu is still so noisy.

"Boy, work hard, next year you will be guaranteed a raise!"

After saying this, the director chuckled, rubbed his hands together, and thought about the major issue of whether to eat hot pot after get off work or whether to eat hot pot.

The technician wanted to cry, but sat silently on the spot, watching the number of comments increase slowly. From hundreds of thousands at the beginning, it has risen to millions, or even tens of millions.
"It's over, there are still 1000 million comments left in the backstage, and there may be other likes and likes, but the comments are dead!"

Looking up and sighing, the technician seemed to have seen the Tathagata Buddha waving to himself in the Western Paradise—once the backstage is broken, no matter who he is, it is impossible for Twitter to leave such a culprit to continue working in the company.

Ha ha.

The technician stared at the computer data in front of him speechlessly, and felt helpless:

"No wonder no one dares to take on Brother Yu's task. Cooperating with this wave, there is no time for people to allocate more space to accommodate his data alone!"

That's right, in the backstage of Twitter, each celebrity's backstage space was originally divided according to the ranking of each star, but similar to Lin Haoyu, with a Chinese S-level name, the fluctuation has reached the world SS level This is the first time I have seen the star.

The technician looked at the data coldly and silently turned off the display.

"Forget it, whatever you like, I don't bother to watch these sad things."

Even if he can delete a full [-] comments in one second, another [-] new comments pop up.
Suddenly, the colleague next to the technician breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a bright smile:
"Yo kid, it's not bad, don't panic when you see Brother Yu's stats are so high, it's a little bit of my aura back then!"

The technician turned his head to look at his colleague with a face full of despair, smacked his lips, but calmed down:
"Brother Wang, after I leave, I will leave Brother Yu's errands to you."

"Hey wait! Isn't it just a little data? The space for the Huaxia SS-level stars I am in charge of here is simply inexhaustible. I just allocated half of it to Brother Yu, which should be enough."

The colleague smiled slightly and spread his hands, expressing his disdain for this downhill SS star.

Ok? !

The technician was startled, and with a bang, he turned on the display screen in great surprise.

Sure enough, two eye-catching numbers hung on the screen. The current number of comments has reached a terrifying total of over 100 million, while the upper limit of the data has changed from the previous 2000 million to 5000 million in one fell swoop!
"Brother Wang, labor and capital, I must treat you to a hot pot meal!"

The technician suddenly felt relieved, and burst out laughing out of excitement.

The technician known as Brother Wang waved his hands and said with a hey:

"Small things, what are you asking for hot pot!"

The technician raised his eyebrows, and regardless of what Brother Wang and everyone thought, he joined the keyboard army straightforwardly, recklessly, and ungratefully, and added another thirty or forty comments to the tens of millions of figures
"Long live Brother Yu! To hell with Michelin!"

"It is strongly recommended that Brother Yu set up a star standard that belongs to China's mainland. Haoyu Star will represent the highest level of Chinese food in the future."

"Do you think Brother Yu is very powerful? Great? Then let me tell you the truth, I think so too."

He smiled smugly, but the technician didn't realize that because of his unintentional typed comment, he became the object of many netizens' likes that day, and became the top ten comments under the comment.

Lin Haoyu blinked, looked at the chaos on the phone with a dazed face, smacked his lips, and silently turned off the phone, and came to an empty square, facing the front.

"Michelin, is it really a great star rating?"

Lin Haoyu had no concept of this in his head, just like you told a primitive person who lived in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests that Lin Haoyu was an S-class superstar in China, and there was absolutely no special reaction.

"Michelin three stars, to put it bluntly, isn't it just a tire company giving Chinese food three stars? What's the big deal, if you want to be a labor manager, you have to be Huaxia's own!"

French Tire Company, how dare you talk about my profound Chinese food with 5000 years of civilization?

With a cold snort, Lin Haoyu crossed his arms and looked at the black clouds in the sky resolutely, and instantly confessed:
"Forget it, it looks like it's going to rain, let's go home and shelter from the rain before going out for a walk."

When he got home, he turned on his phone and took a look. There was nothing special about it, and everyone who should be arguing had already been arguing, but one of the comments caught his attention.

Lin Haoyu was slightly stunned in doubt, and scanned the previous comments in surprise:

"Huh? This 'Hao Yu Xing Xing' is a bit interesting, but it's not too hot right now."

After all, Lin Haoyu himself knows how much he weighs. Apart from being able to make a bowl of Tianyu noodles that can be served on the table, he can't even make the most basic fried rice with eggs.
"call!"

Lin Haoyu frowned, and called the system a few times in his heart:
"System, shouldn't three days be up?"