Chapter 6, hello, Boss Mai

Magge has already lost track of time, as the bamboo shoots in his hands transform from chunks into uniform slices, then into even finer shreds, and are finally cut into small granules the size of rice grains, becoming increasingly skilled and adept.

Megan took her clothes into the bathroom, carefully took a shower, and then used scissors to cut her wild, chestnut-colored long curls into a neat short hairstyle. She also trimmed her beard with scissors and then shaved it clean with a razor, leaving only a faint mustache in the shape of a subtle "8" above her lip.

He now has four months of relentless time, which equates to a year under a normal eight-hour work schedule, to learn how to make Yangzhou fried rice, and given that he already has a perfect experience in mind, the time is absolutely sufficient

A small handful of tender green scallions was sprinkled on top, adding a touch of elegance, and the aroma of various ingredients blended together wafted towards McG, causing his throat to involuntarily swallow.

In the Chef God Trial Arena, the time ratio compared to the outside world is 365:1. When the host spends one year in the trial arena, only one day passes in the outside world. Moreover, the host does not need to sleep or rest in the Chef God space, and their body will not experience fatigue. Ingredients are supplied infinitely. It is hoped that the host can possess a steadfast heart of a Chef God, complete the task as soon as possible, and exit the Chef God Trial Arena. The voice of the system then echoed.

Having finished admiring himself, Maige changed into the chef's uniform. After tidying up, he looked somewhat like a head chef in the mirror.

He recalled the comments he had previously made to those chefs, feeling a bit embarrassed for the first time. Now, these comments have become the standard for him to complete his tasks, which can be considered a case of reaping what one sows

Is there such an operation?" Magge was somewhat surprised; even the time ratio could be adjusted. This chef trial arena is indeed remarkable. However, being locked in this enclosed kitchen, even the feeling of fatigue disappears, and one can only continuously repeat cooking. Those with weak willpower are likely to go mad soon.

Then, looking at his own hands with some surprise, he clenched his fists. It felt the same as in the Chef's Trial Arena. The body that had previously been unable to clench a fist had now improved significantly, and there were no longer any issues with normal activities and cooking.

It seems to be more uniform now. After cutting the twentieth bamboo shoot, Maige picked up two slices of the shoot and carefully compared them in front of him for a while, nodding in satisfaction.

Hello, Boss Mai. " Maige said seriously to his reflection in the mirror, and then, thinking of something, couldn't help but laugh: " Or should I call you Boss Alex? "

Of course, what excited him the most was that he could finally prepare a delicious and visually appealing Yangzhou fried rice for Amy himself. Thinking of the adorable way the little one eats, his heart was already filled with anticipation

Now, he bears an eight-tenths resemblance to his previous life, with the only difference being his physique. His current emaciated appearance seems too frail and vulnerable. Next, he should focus on eating well and engaging in more muscle-building exercises.

The host will automatically exit the Chef Trial Arena in five minutes, the system stated

He discovered for the first time that Yangzhou fried rice could be so delicious

This Yangzhou fried rice is sure to be loved by Xiaomi, and as for the foodies of the Noah Continent, no one can resist this flavor. Putting down the spoon, Maige reminisced about the wonderful experience brought by this bowl of Yangzhou fried rice, and the dull mood from a hundred days of monotonously repeating the same task suddenly became fresh and cheerful.

Magge clenched his fist tightly, a surge of accomplishment welled up within him. Looking at the Yangzhou fried rice before him, he felt an overwhelming urge to cry.

One spoonful is hardly enough, as Maige almost devoured the entire bowl of fried rice in a whirlwind manner. After licking the last grain of rice wrapped in egg from his lips, he felt satisfied yet was inexplicably compelled to have another bowl, as it was simply too tantalizing.

System, at this speed, it seems that I will need several weeks just to practice my knife skills. Is it really impossible to complete the task in three days?" McG stopped his hands and asked in his heart

The rice grains are distinct, each one perfectly enveloping the egg Achieved

"System, may I taste this Yangzhou fried rice?" Looking at the plate of Yangzhou fried rice, Mag, who had not felt hunger since entering the Chef's Trial Arena, suddenly found himself feeling a bit hungry.

Indeed, this is the correct way to present oneself. Magge reached out to touch his sharply defined face, gazing at the completely transformed version of himself in the mirror. With a slight smile at the corners of his mouth, he tidied himself up, successfully transitioning from a scruffy vagabond to a refined, charismatic gentleman.

When the time on the wall reached the 100th day, Jiang Hong skillfully scooped the fried rice from the pot into the plate with a spoon. As he set down the pot and turned off the heat, a confident smile appeared on his face, "System, this time it should be fine, right?"

3. The texture is delicate, the flavor is exquisite, the consistency is moderate, and it is fragrant, moist, and refreshing. Achieved!

He glanced down at the pile of bamboo shoots beside him and couldn't help but feel a bit emotional: "It turns out that becoming a chef is not so easy. I already have the most standard knife skills in my mind, but after practicing for so long, I have only reached this level. Those who start from scratch probably need to practice for many years to achieve it."

The fragrant aroma of scallions and the scent of eggs waft through the air, while the shrimp and ham, cut into rice grain-sized pieces, offer an unexpectedly delicate texture. The rice, enveloped in egg, reveals a sweet flavor upon careful chewing, as the tastes of various ingredients dissolve in the mouth, continuously stimulating the taste buds, lingering even after swallowing, with the fragrance still filling the palate

All four criteria have been met. Congratulations to the host for mastering authentic Yangzhou fried rice, completing the task, and receiving a reward of +0.5 in physical fitness. At the same time, the purchasing rights for the ingredients required for Yangzhou fried rice and the usage rights for the corresponding kitchen utensils have been unlocked

The system indeed proves to be quite reliable. Maige climbed out of bed, stretched his limbs, glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, and saw that it was already 5:00 AM. Looking down at his dirty clothes, he took a few steps to the wardrobe and opened it, only to find a chef's uniform and a black lolita dress inside. The chef's uniform, made of white shirt material, featured two rows of exquisite black buttons, black casual pants, a black and white striped apron, a pair of white socks, a pair of black flats, and a pair of white shoes, all clean and simple.

The system remained silent for a moment before speaking: "According to the criteria previously proposed by the host:

"No, I must go out before Amy wakes up tomorrow morning to prepare the most perfect Yangzhou fried rice for her breakfast." Meg suppressed the slight anxiety in her heart; this was her promise to Amy, and it must be fulfilled. She glanced at the calendar beside her and continued to slice the bamboo shoots with the kitchen knife.

This flavor is simply exquisite

2. The color is bright and harmonious, and it is appetizing. Achieved!

4. The aroma is enticing and possesses a certain level of distinctiveness. Achieved!

I no longer remember when was the last time I worked so hard to accomplish something; indeed, the feeling of achieving a goal is the most pleasant and exhilarating.

"Five minutes is enough!" McGree hurriedly took a spoon from the nearby cabinet, scooped a spoonful of fried rice from the plate, and put it in his mouth. After just a few chews, his eyes suddenly lit up.

From bamboo shoots to tree mushrooms, then to ham and large shrimp, Mag's selection of ingredients progresses from easy to difficult. As his proficiency increases, his knife skills are also rapidly improving. In conjunction with the experiences stored in his mind, his progress can be described as astonishing. Even the lively large shrimp are effortlessly peeled in his hands and then cut into granule-sized pieces.

The five minutes passed quickly, and Jiang Hong only felt a flash of white light before he opened his eyes again, finding himself lying on a large bed. He sat up abruptly and turned to look at Amy, who was sleeping soundly in the pink crib beside him. The fleeting sense of dreaminess in his heart gradually settled down.

The freshly cooked Yangzhou fried rice features grains of rice that are perfectly enveloped in a layer of golden egg. Green peas, white shrimp, gray mushrooms, and red ham... Various colored ingredients blend seamlessly into a single dish, the hues surprisingly not appearing chaotic, but rather evoking a sense of brightness and harmony