Stop pretending, I am the God of Cooking and I am showing off my cards!

"lottery!"

Lin Xu never expected that this task would be completed so smoothly.

I just had a private chat with Che Zai last night and invited him to work in the store. Today, this guy pulled Song Tiantian and the others over by some strange combination of circumstances.

Now, the task is completed and it’s finally time to harvest.

After some operations and prayers, Lin Xu completed the excellence-level lottery.

"Congratulations to the host for receiving an outstanding cold dish - lotus root in ginger juice."

What?

Ginger lotus root?

He was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the one he drew this time was his favorite.

Lin Xu has not liked ginger since he was a child, but he does not reject the taste of ginger.

When he went to a restaurant to eat, he would ask specifically whether the lotus root was made from ginger juice or minced ginger. If it was made from ginger juice, he would order one, and if it was minced ginger, forget it.

Now that I have won this dish, doesn’t it mean that I have achieved the freedom of ginger lotus root?

He put his thoughts away and went back to the kitchen to continue working.

It was less than an hour before dinner started, so I had to prepare quickly so as not to miss the business in the store.

At five o'clock in the evening, the store officially opened for business.

As soon as Lin Xuda placed the electronic blackboard at the door, several nearby adults walked in:

"Are those delicious tiger skin chicken feet sold in your store? Can you give me ten of them?"

"This is definitely the place. Why don't you put it on display! Young man, give me twenty sticks. What my son brought back in the morning is not enough. I need to buy more in the evening."

"I want thirty. There is a party at home tonight, and I have to let them try our Yingchun Street delicacies, which are no worse than those on Guijie Street."

"Yes, our Yingchun Street is no worse than Guijie Street! Young man, give me twenty-five."

"..."

The arrival of this group of uncles and aunties immediately made the atmosphere in the store lively.

Lin Xu took out a stack of packing boxes and started filling the chicken feet with Che Zai.

Not long after, a new customer came in.

"Three chicken feet, a big bowl of three-in-one hand-made noodles, and a bottle of beer."

"Five chicken feet, two bottles of beer, and a big bowl of diced eggplant noodles."

"Four chicken feet, a small bowl of tomato and egg noodles with soup."

"Eight chicken feet, two big bowls of diced eggplant noodles, and six bottles of beer!"

As dinner arrived, people who had been busy all day came to the store one after another, ordering a bowl of noodles, a few chicken feet, and two bottles of beer.

People who don’t like to drink beer will buy a small bottle of Erguotou in the supermarket opposite before entering the store.

When the chicken feet arrived, I used the bottle cap as a wine glass and sipped the chicken feet.

The busy work makes these working people breathless, and it is only during the meal that they can enjoy their own moment of peace in front of the wine glass.

The business in the evening was still very good, but because there was one more cashier and three waiters, Lin Xu felt much more relaxed.

Now he is only responsible for rolling and cooking noodles in the kitchen. As for other things, the cart boys and waiters do everything for him.

At 7:30 p.m., the chicken feet were sold out again.

"No, boss, it's gone again?"

"Can you add another dish to go with the wine? The chicken feet are sold out so fast that I can't even eat them."

"That's right, it's such a hot day. Let's get some cold dishes in the store."

Customers who didn't queue up to buy chicken feet settled for the next best thing and hoped that the store would have something to go with their drinks.

Lin Xu said:

"Tomorrow there will be a delicious cold dish in the store. Just wait and see."

The amount of chicken feet has reached the limit, so now we can only add more dishes to slowly share the pressure on the chicken feet.

We urgently need a lottery. If we were to draw ten or eight dishes, would everyone still be so obsessed with tiger skin chicken feet?

While he was thinking about it, the system prompt sounded in Lin Xu's mind:

"The host is not satisfied with the status quo and triggers the main task [Daily Gold]: The host is asked to make the store's daily turnover reach 50,000 yuan within a month. After completion, the host will be rewarded with three draws of perfect dishes."

"The host is not content with the status quo and triggers the side mission [Slightly Famous]: Ask the host to make the topic of Linji Food reach the top 50 in the Yanjing region's food classification list within a week. After completion, the host will be rewarded with a draw for perfect steamed dishes. .”

"The host is not content with the status quo and triggers the side task [Independent Innovation]: The host is asked to make a new meal based on the cooking techniques he has mastered within three days. After completion, he will be rewarded with a perfect meal upgrade card. "

(Note: The perfect level meal upgrade card can upgrade the meals controlled by any host to perfect level)

After listening to the system's prompt tone, Lin Xu couldn't help but frown.

Be good, I just mumbled a few words casually, are you so cooperative?

Turnover reaches 50,000, is this really a number I can achieve?

Now it is very tiring to pay 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a day. If it is 50,000 yuan, this will definitely make people send to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Although the task of increasing popularity is relatively simple, it is also difficult.

Especially now that you are not allowed to spend money on rankings, if you want the topic to become more popular, you can only increase the number of followers and account activity.

Lin Xu is not a big V who responds to everything, and he does not have this appeal at all.

What he is most confident about is the task of innovation.

Having the experience of making fried noodles last time, he is ready to continue to do tricks on the noodles.

eight pm.

All the noodles and toppings in the store are sold out.

While Lin Xu was taking a rest in his seat, he thought of the task of raising the topic's popularity.

He took his mobile phone, clicked on the short video social platform, and posted an update under the topic of Lin Ji Food:

"Hello everyone, my name is Lin Xu. Tomorrow # Linji Food # will introduce a new cold dish. You can try to guess. Friends who guess correctly will receive a gift of this cold dish tomorrow."

As soon as the news was posted, netizens who were surfing the Internet became excited.

"Damn it, Boss Lin dropped the topic?"

"The big devil has appeared in the topic. Everyone, hurry up and watch!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh new cold dishes are coming again, sooner or later I will die in the store!"

"What kind of cold dish is it, Boss Lin?"

"He didn't give any hints at all. He is truly worthy of being a great devil."

"..."

West Fourth Ring Road, in a luxurious villa.

Shen Jiayue just completed tonight's training goal.

She sat on the floor covered in sweat, planning to take a breather before going upstairs to take a shower.

"I'm so exhausted. It's all my fault for that big bad guy. His cooking was so delicious that I added five extra sets of strength in the afternoon... I'll never eat his cooking again!"

While she was mumbling, she saw Lin Xufa's updates on the topic of Lin Ji Food.

"What? Are there new salad dishes tomorrow? This..."

Beauty Shen couldn't help but puff her cheeks when she remembered what she had just said.

"I'm going to school to attend the graduation ceremony the day after tomorrow. I'll go to Lin Xu tomorrow and ask him what time he will arrive at school. Is this normal? After arriving, he will invite me to dinner. Is this...reasonable?"

On the other side, Longqishan Scenic Area in Yinzhou City.

Chen Meijuan is in her room packing the things she will take to the capital tomorrow.

"Would you like to bring some dried mushrooms, dried bamboo shoots, fungus, etc. to Xiaoxu? These are picked by Lao Zhang and the others from the mountains and cannot be bought outside."

Lin Xu's father Lin Hongqi walked in from outside.

Although he is nearly fifty years old, he is still tall and tall, and his face has the unique tenacity and simplicity of Yinzhou people.

"I won't bring it with me this time. Xiaoxu doesn't know what to do in the capital yet. I'll go and see if he's opening a restaurant first."

Chen Meijuan zipped up the bag:

"If we really open a restaurant, this kid will be bored working in the kitchen every day. When can he find a girlfriend? I'm worried about him..."