My system can be changed

With a swish, Lin Haoyu's eyes instantly locked on a skill book, and his eyes paused:
"Culinary Skills Mastery Book, each only sells for [-] points, the price/performance ratio is quite high."

Without saying anything, Lin Haoyu exchanged a total of 100 cooking skill mastery books first. After using it, he directly obtained cooking skill LV: [-], which is the legendary cooking LV: MAX!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for redeeming and using the Cooking Skill Mastery Book*50, and getting the skill 'Cooking LV: MAX'.

宿主目前拥有技能：华夏武术LV10、播音LV5、唱歌LV15、八卦拳LV10、武术LV1、创作歌曲LV20、外卖LVMAX、烹饪LVMAX。”

A huge amount of information poured into Lin Haoyu's brain, making him dizzy for a while.

"hiss!"

The slightly swollen head felt a little painful, and Lin Haoyu couldn't help but gasped.

"This full-level skill is really powerful. I don't know how it is different from the full-level takeaway."

Lin Haoyu once created various temporary full-level skills following the cheat-like full-level skills of takeaway, but they all disappeared due to time constraints.

With full-level cooking skills, Lin Haoyu smirked and murmured expectantly:

"Let's see what else there is."

It seems that there are not many new things, and there is one most important problem - Lin Haoyu has no money.

There are only 1000 million points in total, and it costs one-twentieth of it all at once, no matter how rich the rich are, they can't stand it!
Exiting the system interface with a face of regret, Lin Haoyu silently recalled the extra cooking skills in his mind, and immediately went downstairs to the supermarket to buy some dishes for practice, and began to practice the dish he was preparing for tomorrow's duel——Yangzhou Fried Rice !
The seemingly simple Yangzhou fried rice is actually a dish that is extremely difficult to perfect.

The basics must be mastered to perfection, and one's own skills will add a different flavor to the fried rice. A trace of fire is enough to ruin a perfect bowl of fried rice.

"It's a little difficult."

Lin Haoyu closed his eyes and meditated for a long time. He kept replaying the production process of Yangzhou fried rice in the full-level cooking method in his mind, and frowned.

It's not that Lin Haoyu doesn't know how to do it, but this dish needs to go a step further on the basis of full-level skills to create its own style in order to complete the perfect Yangzhou fried rice.

To put it simply, it is similar to the brush strokes when writing calligraphy. It is not a big deal just to be able to write the perfect Yan Ti and Liu Ti. It is the real skill to be able to create your own exclusive font and practice it to perfection.

The same goes for cooking.

Lin Haoyu now seems to have perfect cooking skills, but he has not yet formed his own style, so the dishes he cooks are not touching, on the contrary, they are disgusting.

This is why no one thinks the food made by the machine is delicious, and you can eat the fried noodles cooked with waste oil at the roadside stalls with relish.

"There is still the last day left, and we have to go to the duel tomorrow morning."

Sweat oozed from Lin Haoyu's forehead, but he didn't care about it. In the end, almost all of it dripped on the gas stove, and none of it fell into the pot.

As a perfect chef, it is impossible for Lin Haoyu to make such a low-level mistake.

Gloves, hats, masks, aprons, almost every necessary protective measure has been taken to the extreme, only a space suit is missing.

No.13 pot of fried rice, Lin Haoyu frowned and took a small sip, poured the fried rice with a sigh, and shook his head, dissatisfied:

"No, it still tastes bad."

Attention is the key. The previous Tianyu Noodles was made with heart, so that delicious noodles can be made with a body without foundation.

Lin Haoyu closed his eyes and meditated:
"Intention and skill, but there is still something missing."

After cooking again, Lin Haoyu stared at the flames with sharp eyes, and started the pot without even a millisecond difference. After he tasted it, it seemed even more unpalatable.

"The problem doesn't seem to come from intentions, could it be skill?"

Lin Haoyu frowned in surprise, licked his lips, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sighed.

how could it be possible!
The cooking skill given by the system is at the full level, even if there is a problem, it is definitely not about cooking!

"Forget it, try again."

Lin Haoyu gritted his teeth and continued cooking.After counting, this time it was the No.15 pot of fried rice, and even Aowu who was beside me rolled his eyes and went to sleep in his own nest.

call!
Taking a deep breath, Lin Haoyu stared at the pot in front of him seriously, and slowly poured the rice into the pot:

"Since it is wrong to add salt according to the full-level skill at 20 seconds, then I will try it for [-] seconds this time."

After a smooth operation, this time Lin Haoyu temporarily left the sense of time of the full-level skills behind him for the time being, and made it completely according to his own ideas.

The original 18 seconds was changed to 20 seconds, and one minute and one minute was changed to 59—what?Why do you say this change?
Because Lin Haoyu is happy, can you control it?
Once out of the pan, it really tastes extraordinary.

"Hiss! Damn, why does this fried rice smell like durian?!"

Lin Haoyu twitched the corners of his mouth, and handed the fried rice to Aowu again in embarrassment. Aowu shrank his neck, and immediately pretended to be asleep, with endless snoring.

Fuck it~!

The promised protagonist can succeed as long as he diverges his thinking?

Why did I actually make a plate of "Durian Fried Rice" here? !

Some desperately tried again (*16), Lin Haoyu learned his lesson this time, although the time was strictly in accordance with the method given by the system, but during the visit of the pot and the width of the spatula, Lin Haoyu made his own Adjustment.

"Phew, it should work this time, if it doesn't work, I'll eat durian."

Lin Haoyu proudly flashed an evil smile on his face, lifted the lid of the pot, and a ecstatic smell greeted him:

In the end, it is no longer durian, but roasted durian
No. 17 times, fried durian was out of the pan.

"Fuck! Labor and management quit!"

The veins on Lin Haoyu's forehead bulged slightly, and he looked at the alarm clock at ten o'clock in the middle of the night with a grumpy face, and then at the seventeen plates of fried rice, clenched his fists.

"Ding! The system prompts: The host can redeem the 'Yangzhou Fried Rice Making Book' with full-level cooking skills to make perfect Yangzhou fried rice. Currently, it only costs [-] points, why don't you hurry up and buy it?"

Lin Haoyu:
".System, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Ding! It is the obligation of every system to let the host try it himself."

The next day, the Internet was full of posts about the duel between Lin Haoyu and the Food Association of Dongcheng District, Kyoto.

The most notable one was a post titled "Secrets that must be told between Brother Yu and Michelin", which was reposted frantically on various web pages, and even made a form for it.

"Michelin's star rating system is extremely unfair, and the star rating standard is only applicable to Western food, and it is not well compatible with the world's major food systems. If Brother Yu can make the 'Yu Star' system proposed by netizens a few days ago To promote the whole of China, I believe that no one feels unqualified."

Everyone's eyes suddenly brightened. The Michelin system has ruled the entire food circle for hundreds of years. At this time, someone in Huaxia wants to stand up and challenge the authority, which undoubtedly increases the heat.

"What, are you afraid?"

Jia Xuntian showed a kind smile and patted Jia Qian on the shoulder.

As a pioneer in the fashion industry, Jia Xuntian is not as reclusive as other old people who are very interested in the Internet.

Seeing that his grandson was silent, Jia Xuntian also shook his head, sighed, and said solemnly:
"Lin Haoyu's culinary skills are indeed very strong, but as long as you work hard, I believe that with your talent, you will not be weaker than others."

Raising Jia Qian since he was a child, he definitely knows his interests and talents very well—if this kid is not so playful, he will probably be able to win the youngest Michelin star in history.

It's a pity that Jia Qianzhi is not in food, no matter how talented he is, it doesn't matter.

Jia Qian lowered her head in thought indifferently, and murmured:
"Our Jia family's mapo tofu, that guy should be incomparable."

The ingredients used this time are the most common ingredients they bought from the vegetable market outside, and there is no difference.

"Can't be careless."

Jia Xuntian slowly closed his eyes, sat upright on the judge's seat, and said lightly:
"What if someone shows their true skills, what should you do?"

Hearing this, Jia Qian silently clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and sat down, feeling a little unhappy:
"It's not like that, just face to face."

"Have a backbone, but what's the point?"

"Then just die."

"Is someone deader than you?"

".Run to death."

"Backbone! As expected of a descendant of my Jia family!"

Jia Xuntian laughed loudly, with a teachable look on his face, nodded slowly and said:
"It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. You can't defeat Brother Yu now, and you can continue to challenge after ten years. Running now is also a way."

Jia Qian's face turned cold—is this still her own grandfather?

Why does it sound like I can't win this time?
Not only the Food Association is very concerned about this matter, but Elvis, one of the specially invited judges, is also very interested.

"Tsk, brother Yu's attention is always so high."

Elvis was sitting on the big bed in the hotel, scratching his feet, while watching the comments on the "Yuxing" system in France on the mobile phone with relish, he laughed.

He wasn't worried at all that Brother Yu's star rating system would have any substantial impact on Michelin. At worst, they might just give up the Huaxia land and start tires instead.
"However, the guy at the headquarters is busy now."

The smile on Elvis' face remained undiminished, anyway, it was not his fault, and it was his turn to worry no matter what.

This is indeed the case. Hearing what happened on Huaxia Network, the head of the Michelin star rating department at the headquarters also began to panic.