The crazy male protagonist is actually my good disciple from another world

[Don’t call him Brother Meng anymore. Call him the Cold Mix Immortal. Why does this guy want to make cold dishes for everything? Is he the only one who can make cold dishes? ]

[It's easier to make a cold dish. He said last night that he couldn't cook anymore. This director is really looking for trouble! ]

[Sister, you don't understand this, right? Although Meng Ge was dark and obscure before, he performed very well last night. Now the popularity of this variety show is almost all due to him. The director will definitely treat him specially. ]

[Damn it, this thing really made me whitewashed! ]

[Apart from anything else, the silly look on his face when he was selecting vegetables that couldn't be mixed cold from the basket and preparing to make mixed vegetables was quite cute! ]

[Cute shit, he's just pretending. I remember he once posted a Weibo post saying that he cooked four dishes and had superb cooking skills, and that he would cook for Mr. Rong in the future. There were even pictures attached at the time, but he deleted all the Weibo posts before participating in the variety show. What a cunning guy! ]

[I also remember this Weibo post, and was disgusted by his adjectives for a while.]

[Uh... seeing you guys say that, I suddenly feel that his actions are pretentious. He really has no shame for the sake of fame! ]

[Maybe you think the Internet has no memory? Little do you know that everything you have done will come back like a boomerang.]

When the comments were cursing Yan Muhuai, Jiang Li couldn't help but speak up: "Can't you just look at the other dishes? Aren't there lettuce and radish next to the corn?"

From Yan Muhuai's perspective, the two dishes Jiang Li mentioned were blocked by the unshelled corn, so he thought that the other party recommended corn.

"Then have some cold lettuce and radish. That'll make all five dishes complete!" Yan Muhuai felt relieved.

He had been in another world for a thousand years and had dabbled in every field, but he just couldn't learn to cook no matter how much he tried. If he didn't have an irreconcilable hatred with someone, he wouldn't cook easily.

Fearing that Yan Muhuai would mess up, Jiang Li did not abide by the agreement with Yan Xunyi and said, "Potatoes, taro and yam can only be mixed with cold sauce after blanching."

"Thank you for your advice!" Yan Muhuai thanked him sincerely. If Jiang Li hadn't said anything, he would have started peeling the skin and adding seasoning.

After all, these were things he had eaten raw, and he really didn't know that he couldn't just eat them cold.

After Yan Muhuai selected the five ingredients, he started to get busy, peeling some and cleaning some.

He was not very skilled and was slow. Before he had even finished one dish, Jiang Li had already prepared all the other dishes neatly and efficiently.

"Do you need my help?" Seeing that Yan Muhuai had almost finished peeling a potato, Jiang Li asked again.

Yan Muhuai looked at him with some confusion. Was it Jiang Li who told him last night to keep his distance and try not to interact?

Could it be possible that this guy would turn into a caring big brother in the kitchen?

Just as I was stunned, Thirty-five's scream exploded in my head.

Yan Muhuai was so frightened that he dropped the potatoes and the peeler. He said, "Thank you for your help."

After Jiang Li took over his peeling business, Yan Muhuai sat aside and started to clean up his troublesome little system.

"What are you yelling about?" Yan Muhuai asked.

Thirty-five said in a trembling voice: "Master Host, I, I have unlocked a new function, I can connect to the Internet!"

"Connecting to the Internet? What's the use?" Yan Muhuai had no interest at all.

But Sanshiwu was like taking stimulants, "With this function, I can directly see the comments in the live broadcast room. If someone scolds you, I can scold back on your behalf. I learned this from my previous host, and I am very good at scolding people online!"

"Is there any other use?" Yan Muhuai asked, suppressing his anger.

Thirty-five finally realized that Yan Muhuai's tone was not right, "I'm sorry, host, I just got this function and I'm not fully proficient yet. Please wait for me to study it. I, I'll go now and won't disturb you!"

The small system wanted to slip away, but was stopped by Yan Muhuai, "Wait a minute, since you are connected to the Internet, it should be more convenient for you to help me find someone than for me to directly use the real network to find someone, right?"

"That's for sure. With the plot of this world as a foundation, it won't be a problem for you to find anyone you want!" Thirty-Five said confidently.

But Yan Muhuai said: "That person should have nothing to do with the plot, or even with this world."

"Ah? Then... let's give it a try. Host, please tell me the name of that person." Sanshiwu thought that since it had this function, it should do something to help Yan Muhuai, otherwise it would seem really useless.

Yan Muhuai said: "His name is Little Flame."

"What's your name, host? It doesn't sound like a formal name, it's hard to..." Thirty-five muttered subconsciously, but changed the subject halfway through, "I'll find it right away!"

After all, it was an advanced external system, and the speed was relatively fast. It took less than ten seconds for Thirty-Five to mutter, "How strange, host! I thought there would be many people in the world who use Little Flame as their nickname, but guess what? There is not even one person named Little Flame!"

Yan Muhuai didn't expect this result. "Can you only search for other people's names?"

Thirty-five quickly explained, "No, host, I just thought of that, so after searching for Little Flame, I searched for Little Firecracker and Little Water Splash. I can search for these nicknames directly, and even count the number of people, but there is no one called Little Flame."

"That's really unreasonable." Yan Muhuai said this with an ambiguous tone.

Thirty-five didn't quite understand what he meant, but it knew that there must be something wrong with this result.

Yan Muhuai was silent for a moment and then said, "Forget it, let's not dwell on this issue. Since you can find someone this way, then why don't you search for Jiang Li's mother's name?"

"Oh, okay." Thirty-five came back to his senses and quickly searched out Jiang Li's interpersonal relationship map, "Host, Jiang Li's mother is An Hui, An for peace and Hui for wisdom."

It knew that Yan Muhuai had the ability to predict other people's fate from their names, so it described Jiang Li's mother's name in great detail.

After getting Jiang Li's mother's name, Yan Muhuai wrote it on the table next to him with his finger.

Jiang Li next to him had already peeled the potatoes and taro, and now moved on to the yams.

"Jiang Li, is your father still alive?" Yan Muhuai suddenly asked.

Jiang Li paused for a moment, not knowing why Yan Muhuai would ask this, and replied in a somewhat unfriendly tone: "Dead."

This is definitely not the attitude a normal person would have when talking about their deceased father.

Yan Muhuai obtained a result that was completely opposite to what he had calculated, and his brows furrowed even more tightly.

Thirty-five couldn't hold it in any longer and asked, "Master Host, have you figured out anything? What's wrong with Jiang Li's mother?"

"Nothing was calculated." Yan Muhuai said, "It would be a miracle if you could calculate the name of a dead person."

Thirty-five was confused. "No, wait a minute, host, is it Jiang Li's father who died, or his mother? Why don't I understand?"