Game of Gods

The chef life occupation was once considered the most useless life occupation.

Because the food made by this profession cannot provide attribute bonuses, it can only provide stronger energy for the profession.

The word "energy" here has a broad nature and refers to the all-round needs of the human body for survival. And food is the basic way for organisms to absorb energy, just like trees need sunlight and rain.

After people become professionals, their demand for energy increases greatly, and it is difficult for ordinary food to meet the needs of professionals. When the energy supply is insufficient, it will lead to poor recovery ability, including endurance, spirit, etc., and even weakness in severe cases.

Therefore, professionals either become big eaters, or eat immortal food.

However, Xianneng food is not only processed by professional chefs in daily life. Like other professional occupations in daily life, everyone can do it without related occupations. At best, the efficiency is poor.

Reflected in the chef, it is the utilization rate of immortal energy, but it has no effect on the taste of craftsmanship.

In other words, a person who has never been a chef but is a professional cook in life, the celestial energy food produced may retain the celestial energy to the greatest extent, but the taste is very bad. And a veteran chef who has been working for twenty years, even though he has not become a professional, can still process Xianneng food into delicious food.

Compared with the two, many people will probably choose the latter-one serving is not enough, at worst, eat more.

Therefore, the chef's life occupation seems tasteless, and it is difficult for non-real chefs to play their role.

This also makes many professionals think that this life profession is the most useless one among many life professions.

However, Yuan Chenfei knows that as long as the processing technology and materials are in place, the chef can actually make some foods with special functions.

For example, the frosty fruit salad in front of you.

Frost fruit is a special fruit that only exists in other worlds. Its fruit is processed by chefs and eaten, which can increase a certain amount of frost resistance.

However, two basic conditions need to be met. One is that the chef who processes it must be at least a high-quality life occupation, and the other is that it needs to be taken multiple times.

So after seeing this dish, Yuan Chenfei asked: "What level is your chef's occupation in life?"

The waiter immediately replied: "Our executive chef is at the perfect level, the head chefs are at the legendary level, and the four chefs are at the boutique level."

"I want your executive chef to make this Frost Cold Salad. Is there a problem?" Yuan Chenfei asked.

The waiter showed a embarrassed expression on his face: "This..."

"I will offer five hundred crystal coins, ten shares." Yuan Chenfei said.

Five hundred crystal coins is not a small amount. Hearing this, the waiter nodded quickly: "I will notify you right away."

Li Zhanjun looked at Yuan Chenfei in surprise: "So much salad, can you eat it? These are all immortal foods."

"What if eating these ten salads can increase your frost resistance?" Yuan Chenfei asked.

"What?" Everyone was stunned.

If that's the case, it's a great deal.

Five hundred crystal coins increase a little frost resistance, what's better than this?

Hearing Yuan Chenfei's explanation, everyone immediately became interested: "I'll have twenty copies!"

"I'll have fifty copies!"

They all shouted.

Yuan Chenfei said: "It's useless to eat too much, this thing only works once."

Hearing this, everyone lost their energy a lot.

"Then let's get ten first." Li Zhanjun shouted.

So I didn't order other dishes, and I ordered seventy servings of the Frost Cold Salad.

Looking at the menu brought by the waiter, Cao Changyu was obviously a little confused.

What's the situation?

Just frosty salad? Also call for the executive chef to do it?

You must know that in a restaurant, the main job of the executive chef is not cooking, but management, as well as designing and improving some new dishes. The status is very high, and it is easy not to cook. Of course, the basis of craftsmanship is there, and occasionally meeting distinguished guests will cook some dishes.

Yuan Chenfei and the others wanted to eat the Frost Cold Salad made by the chef, and added money for it, which was relatively normal, but they wanted seventy servings at once, and even Cao Changyu felt speechless.

The most important thing is that the workload is not small.

Cao Changyu has been in charge of the kitchen for so many years, and he has never encountered such a thing. The most important thing is that he does not know that ten servings of frost salad made by a perfect-level chef can increase frost resistance-no one eats ten servings at once, eat them separately It will lead to a decrease in the effect, and it may take fifteen or twenty copies to be effective. And even if someone eats it continuously, they don't know that it's the effect of frosty salad. Because only once.

Even if someone really knew——he wouldn't tell him.

So the effect of Frost Cold Salad is still a secret so far.

Cao Changyu didn't know, but was confused by Yuan Chenfei's request. He is a dignified executive chef, and he still has airs. He wants to cook seventy fruit salads in a big pot for others. Thinking about it is a bit out of place, so he said directly: "Xiao Liu, come here and make this list. .”

The waiter next to him reminded: "The customer's request is made by you yourself, and you add money."

Cao Changyu stared: "It's just a fruit salad, who can make it differently? He can still taste like an executive chef? It's just a habit. Just tell them that I made it. Xiao Liu's craftsmanship is not good. questionable."

Under normal circumstances, what Cao Changyu said is of course correct.

As for the food, it’s all the same thing. Generally, the food cooked by the chef is already delicious in the world, and if it goes up, it’s often the color, fragrance and shape, and the taste is second.

Xiao Liu has worked as a chef for more than 20 years, and the quality of the food he cooks is no longer a problem. If he puts on a style later, it is guaranteed to be Michelin-level.

Thinking of this, Cao Changyu dealt with this matter.

But on Yuan Chenfei's side, the situation is different.

Seventy fruit salads were served, and Li Zhanjun was the first to finish them.

He ate and drank all the time, and emptied all ten plates, just like eating a buffet.

After eating, he patted his stomach, and Li Zhanjun was taken aback: "I haven't improved."

Yuan Chenfei was also startled: "Are you sure?"

Li Zhanjun came over and said, "Is there no reminder for the promotion?"

Yuan Chenfei shook his head: "Impossible, there is a special resistance index to remind. Besides, if there is no reminder, how can this matter get out?"

That's right, if there is no immediate effect after eating, how do you know that this is the effect of the Frost Cold Fruit?

"Wait and see the others." Yuan Chenfei said.

Soon the sixth day also finished his ten portions.

Chu Liu shook his head, indicating that he hadn't improved either.

Liu Li asked: "Could it be that you've eaten less? By the way, isn't the so-called serving a bit unscientific as a quantifier? Shouldn't it be calculated in grams?"

"It's possible." Xia Ning nodded: "Maybe it's because his share is different from the share in Feizi's concept."

Yuan Chenfei looked down at the plate in front of him: "I don't think the portion is too small, so why don't you order two more?"

"Still eating." Rouwa's face showed panic: "I'm almost full."

The little girl is not afraid of anything, but she is only afraid of eating too much.

"Try it." Li Zhanjun waved his hand and called the waiter: "Everyone will have two more servings, and I still need your executive chef to make it."

The waiter looked at them in surprise.

I've never seen a fruit salad like this.

Still, she brought the word with her.

Cao Changyu naturally didn't take it seriously: "Look, they still like Xiao Liu's handicrafts... I've never seen someone who loves salad so much."

Continue to let Xiao Liu do it.

Li Zhanjun ate two more servings, but still had no effect.

"No, did you remember it wrong?" Li Zhanjun asked Yuan Chenfei suspiciously.

Yuan Chenfei frowned: "I have read Liu Yang's notes many times, and there is no reason for me to remember this kind of thing wrongly. Of course, since eating it has no effect until now, it is indeed possible that I remembered it wrong, but there is another possible……"

He didn't go on, but everyone understood the meaning.

Li Zhanjun waved and called the waiter over: "Is this salad made by your executive chef?"

The waiter's heart skipped a beat, but he still answered bravely: "Yes... yes. Is there any question?"

Yuan Chenfei smiled: "You are lying."

"No, no!"

"No, you have!" Yuan Chenfei said with certainty: "When you answered just now, the corners of your eyes were rolled up to the right and your hands were clenched. This is an instinctive defensive posture, and it only happens when you are lying. These dishes , not made by your executive chef!"

The waiter was taken aback, but still raised his neck and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Yuan Chenfei didn't intend to waste words with a waiter, so he said directly: "Call your chef over, is that okay?"

The little girl can only pass on the message.

Hearing that he was called, Cao Changyu was also taken aback, this time he couldn't find someone else to replace him, so he could only go there himself.

When he came to the dining table, Cao Changyu said with a smile, "Hello, everyone. I am Cao Changyu, the head chef of this restaurant. Are you satisfied with your meal?"

Yuan Chen raised his head and said, "Did you do this?"

Cao Changyu was stunned, only felt that the other party's words were full of power, with the meaning of endless shock, his voice rumbled, his voice lingered, and even the space changed accordingly, as if he was on the nine clouds, facing endless gods, Although he has never seen God.

At that moment, facing Yuan Chenfei's questioning, Cao Changyu could no longer lie.

He blurted out tremblingly: "No...it's not me..."

As soon as these words came out, the feeling just now disappeared. Cao Changyu saw that he was still standing by the dining table, facing only a few ordinary guests.

But the words were out.

Cao Changyu was surprised and angry: "What did you do to me?"

Yuan Chenfei sighed: "It's not what I did to you, but what did your restaurant do? Chef Cao, you asked other chefs to cook the dishes you asked for, isn't it a little unethical? "