Star Chef, She Can Be Salty Or Sweet

Jin Zhen took it over and flipped through it, and affirmed, "There is no need to be confused, the writing is very good, simple and clear, and the theme is clear. People who don't understand are really idiots."

Speaking of this, he thought of something, "Master, in the chef class you are teaching this time, is the student enrollment limited to the Imperials, or does it include all intelligent races in the Spinning Galaxy?"

In short, "all intelligent races."

"It's really possible to recruit idiots." The little girl Sanhua answered with a smile.

Duobao nodded in agreement, "Indeed, among the intelligent races, there are several civilizations with low IQs. If the teacher is really unlucky, there are students of those races who vomit blood every minute."

Jian Yan was frightened, she said in surprise, "Is that an exaggeration? How civilized are those races?"

"Both first and second grades." The higher the racial IQ, the faster the technology and civilization will be created, and the civilization level will naturally be higher.

Unfortunately, those races have developed for thousands of years, and the level of civilization has been raised by one level.

This is because those races persistently requested to raise the level of civilization. Once or twice, Alsace endured it, and then finally couldn't bear it, it can be said that he was frightened, and made an exception and agreed to raise the level of those races.

But those races were notified by Alsace's full-spin cloud galaxy for the price of promotion, and then blocked in one direction.

The race blacked out by the Alsace civilization is equivalent to having its foundation broken in the spiral galaxy, and it is as difficult as heaven to get ahead.

That is to say, the three civilizations of the Empire, Lingxi, and Yakdoli now protect those races for the peace of the spiral galaxy, otherwise they would have been swallowed up by civilizations that are one or two levels higher than them.

Knowing this from Jin Zhen and the others, Jian Yan was relieved.

She said, "Don't worry, according to what you said, if resources, intelligence, technology and technology are not dominant, students of those races will not be admitted even if they apply for the chef class of Dizong."

"Moreover, for the status of imperial chef, the chef class only enrolls 300 students every year, no more."

A class of 300 students seems to be a lot, but this is quite a lot for the corresponding class. If it corresponds to the race of the entire spiral galaxy, one race can't even occupy five places.

After years of hard work, only a few chefs returned...

Very well, it is still a long way off for the natural restaurants of the empire to flourish in all civilizations.

The big cake of natural food, after all, is dominated by the chefs and businessmen of the empire.

Thinking of this, Jin Zhen often said, "Master, have you considered your chain of hot pot restaurants?"

"Master, have you given up on the idea of ​​opening a chain of hot pot restaurants?" Huang Li asked with a smile before Jian Yan had time to speak.

Jin Zhen rolled his eyes, "Why should I dismiss it? The young man is just ignorant. Haven't you heard the saying that if you can't get along with anyone, don't get along with money?"

"Other stores are not easy to set up a chain, but it is easy for hot pot restaurants to set up a chain. As long as the quality of the base material can keep up, there will be no worries about no customers. We all know how popular the hot pot in the empire is, and those aliens who come here for the name have also verified it. The charm of hot pot."

Speaking of this, Jin Zhen looked at Jian Yan with burning eyes, and said, "So Master, let's start a chain of hot pot restaurants, and we can make money."

"I think you are taking advantage of money."

Jian Yan reprimanded angrily, and said, "However, it's not impossible if you want to do it, but you need to use your own name, so I won't get involved."