Chapter 0007: Liao Jie’s Culinary Skills

I have one million in my account, possess the culinary skills of the world's best chef, and yet I still go to work to be exploited—what a nightmare! Once I wake up, I will continue to contemplate the idea of opening a restaurant

Yang Wanglong knew that he was entirely preoccupied with the one million, so he did not try to hold him back. Moreover, he had other matters to attend to. As soon as Shen Long left, he turned around and returned to his office, snapping photos of the abalone with a series of clicks. He sent them to his uncle and, without waiting for a reply, called to report this good news to him

A massive influx of information flooded into his brain, causing a momentary dizziness. When he regained his senses, Shen Long instinctively covered his nose and exclaimed, "What on earth is this stinky sock? Why is it so foul?"

Haha. Yang Wanglong laughed heartily, realizing that Shen Long was completely an outsider, unaware of the intricacies involved here. "How about this, I will round it up to a whole number, one million will do. Do you want cash or a bank transfer? If it's cash, I can call the bank to make an appointment right away; if it's a transfer, I can send it to you immediately."

This is yours! Without saying a word, Shen Long stood up, handed the abalone to Yang Wanglong with both hands, and turned to leave Ayi Abalone.

Upon returning home, Shen Long happily stared at his phone for a long time, checking his balance, until his stomach growled, prompting him to come back to reality. He quickly ordered takeout and then transferred 50,000 yuan to his family, informing his parents that his company had just issued bonuses, encouraging them to spend freely

It is uncertain when he will next hear the wishes from that world, and whether he will be as fortunate as this time, effortlessly earning a substantial amount of money. During the first instance, Shen Long was somewhat nervous, but after experiencing the sweetness of success, he has begun to look forward to the next task.

He finally remembered this matter, and immediately a sound of "ding" echoed in his mind, "Master Liao Jie from the world of 'Jin Yu Man Tang' is very grateful to you for saving his wife and children. He is now willing to completely impart to you the culinary skills and experiences he has painstakingly learned over the years. Do you accept this? Please confirm."

After finishing the call, Shen Long finally calmed down. No wonder there are so many online articles by time-space merchants; this industry is indeed profitable. Oh, it seems that there are additional rewards for completing tasks. I wonder what it will be this time

Or perhaps I should simply open a restaurant myself? Not only can I satisfy my own hunger, but I can also make a profit, achieving two goals with one action, how wonderful that would be? Shen Long began to consider this seriously

Two options appeared in my mind: acceptance and rejection; having multiple skills is never a burden. If I could possess culinary skills like Liao Jie, that would be truly wonderful. Shen Long has personally witnessed Liao Jie's extraordinary craftsmanship, so how could he refuse? He immediately chose to accept.

Nowadays, it is rare to find an abalone in the market; encountering one is a stroke of luck. Missing it could lead to a lifelong regret. This abalone is not intended for sale; it will be kept here... No, it will be sent back to the flagship store in Hong Kong to be preserved as a treasured item.

Well, it seems to be my own; usually, I don't feel much about it, but after experiencing Liao Jie's culinary skills, his sense of smell has greatly improved, and the odor in the room has become quite unbearable

These matters need not be discussed. After leaving, Shen Long took a taxi to return home. Throughout the journey, he sat in the back seat, grinning foolishly, causing the driver to glance back repeatedly, wondering if he had picked up a fool. Would he still be able to collect the fare later?

Is it necessary to collaborate with others? The moment this thought emerged, he dismissed it. He has worked enough and no longer wishes to work for others; he believes it is impossible to work for someone else again in this lifetime

However, if one were to open a restaurant, one would likely be very busy, right? I fear there would be no time to enter other worlds to help others fulfill their wishes. Although time in other worlds does not consume time in the real world, the initial stages of gathering information and purchasing or creating various tools and equipment do require time.

I saw at the auction a while ago that a two-headed dried abalone was sold for 160,000. My abalone is only one-headed, but it was personally crafted by a master, so the price should definitely be several times higher, right?" Shen Long hesitated to respond, fearing that if he set the price too low, he would suffer a loss, and if he set it too high, no one would buy it. It was indeed a dilemma.

After tidying up the house for a while, the takeout also arrived. I took a bite and Shen Long immediately spat it out. What on earth is this? Is this fit for human consumption? Having absorbed Liao Jie's culinary skills and experience, his sense of taste has also improved. The takeout from this street-side shop is truly inedible.

I might as well go out and find a more upscale restaurant, so Shen Long had no choice but to open the map and search for a restaurant with the highest taste ratings nearby. He had a meal at this restaurant, where the average cost per person was over 500. However, in his opinion, the food was only barely edible, and it could not be said to be particularly delicious.

He can certainly quote a price of three to five hundred thousand, and Shen Long is likely to agree, but he... Or rather, A Yi cannot afford to lose face over this person; if the price offered is too low, it would be embarrassing.

Moreover, his current account balance, which includes the savings accumulated over the years and the proceeds from selling abalone, amounts to just over 1 million. In a place like the capital, this would only be enough to open a small restaurant, and it would likely be difficult to sell high-priced items in such an establishment

While pondering, he lay in bed using his phone to look up information. He did not know how long had passed when Shen Long fell asleep.

In a short while, a "ding" sound was heard, and Shen Long received a text message confirming the deposit. Upon opening the banking app to check the balance, he indeed found that his account had increased by one million.

The transfer is done. Shen Long trembled as he took out his bank card from his pocket, saying, "Just transfer it to this card!" This is one million, which is almost enough to cover the down payment for a small apartment near where he lives.

"No problem, you take this for now, and give it to me when the payment arrives." Yang Wanglong was generous in his dealings, directly returning the abalone to Shen Long, and took out his phone to start transferring the money to him.

"To hell with you, I just don't want to do it anymore! I am officially resigning now, do whatever you want!" After cursing, Shen Long hung up the phone without saying another word and turned off his phone, continuing to sleep.

According to the calculation of three meals a day, with each meal costing 500 yuan, the daily expense for meals amounts to 1,500 yuan. Over the course of a month, this totals 45,000 yuan, and in a year, it reaches 540,000 yuan. The money made from selling abalone is not even enough to cover two years' worth of meals.

How about I cook for myself every day in the future? This should save quite a bit of money, right? Having learned Liao Jie’s culinary skills, I would certainly look down upon ordinary ingredients, but buying raw materials is definitely much cheaper than purchasing ready-made dishes

The next morning, Shen Long was awakened by a sudden and urgent ringtone from his mobile phone. As soon as he pressed the answer button, he heard the manager's shouting, "Shen Long, do you still want to keep your job? It's already 9:20, and you haven't arrived at the company yet?"

Upon settling the bill, Shen Long felt a pang of heartache at the sight of the figure "698" on the receipt. It seemed that dining at small roadside eateries would no longer be feasible; however, could one really sustain a daily diet at such high-end restaurants?