The Strongest Man On Earth: Starting From Setting Up A Street Stall

Magic City.

In a bustling night market with crowds of people.

Zhao Yan stood behind a stall with a blank expression.

He remembered that he was playing on the beach when his calf was suddenly caught by a strange shell, and he couldn't break free despite all his efforts.

Thinking that shells are creatures in the sea, he had an idea and filled the shells with seawater. The shells couldn't hold it and spit out his calves.

Before I could celebrate, my vision went dark, and when I woke up, I was here.

While I was thinking, a young voice came: "Boss? Why don't you move?"

"Ah? Why move?" Zhao Yan looked subconsciously.

I saw a young man in his twenties standing in front of the stall.

The man was obviously taken aback by the question, and said somewhat speechlessly, "Why do you ask me? I'll fry you!"

saute?

Only then did Zhao Yan feel something hard in his right hand.

It's a spoon handle!

On the stall in front of him, a black pot made a sizzling sound, containing rice and some ingredients.

Subconsciously pulling at it with a spoon, Zhao Yan asked in a daze: "What next?"

"??"

The man was obviously confused by the question.

"No, how can you set up a stall if you don't know how to fry rice?"

"Yanyan, get in there."

The man had to start directing. Fortunately, he had seen his mother cooking, so he could make do with whatever he wanted.

"Salt...found!"

Zhao Yan's eyes lit up, he stretched out his spoon and dug half a spoon into it.

Then he asked humbly: "What then?"

The man said with some uncertainty: "The soy sauce is in there?"

"Do it!" Zhao Yan took out the bottle and sipped it a few times.

"The green chicken essence is inside."

"okay!"

Under the command of the man, Zhao Yan operated as fiercely as a tiger.

It immediately confused the nearby stall owners and diners.

Good guys, one really dares to teach, and the other really dares to speculate.

Soon, a steaming hot fried rice was ready.

Zhao Yan put the fried rice into a paper bowl and handed it over.

The man looked at the dark fried rice and fell silent.

He took it, smelled it, and said with some anxiety: "Boss, your fried rice doesn't look right. You won't be able to shoot javelin after eating it."

Hearing this, Zhao Yan looked surprised, "Isn't it fired according to your request? You don't want to commit suicide, right?"

"..."

The man was speechless.

Seeing the appearance of the fried rice, Zhao Yan was a little worried. In order to avoid being sued, he bit the bullet and said, "I'll try the poison for you first."

After saying that, he picked up the spoon and took a bite.

In the mouth, various flavors explode on the tongue.

"puff!"

Zhao Yan spit it out and his eyes widened: "This rice is poisonous!"

The man looked scared, but fortunately he didn't eat.

After pausing for a moment, Zhao Yan quickly counted out the cash from the box on the stall.

“Brother, I’ll give you a full refund!”

"Uh, okay."

Ignoring the joking glances around him, Zhao Yan decisively closed the stall in advance.

Don't use your cooking skills to harm people.

...

Bad news, time travel, very poor.

Good news, it still has two advantages, it is very handsome.

Zhao Yan stood in the bathroom, looked at the same face as in his previous life, and came to this conclusion.

If his memory hadn't matched up, he would have suspected that the physical body had come over.

"I was an orphan before. According to the law of time travellers, I should have a golden finger."

After touching his chin and thinking for a moment, Zhao Yan confidently shouted: "Resurrection, my system!"

"..."

There was no 'ding'.

Is it the wrong way?

"Brave Niu Niu?"

"Chicken, are you too beautiful?"

"System dad?"

[Didi...the password is correct. The presence of the host has been detected, and the Variety Life System has been successfully bound]

"..."

You are not a son of man!

Zhao Yan checked the system with a dark face.

He found that this system requires you to gain rewards by experiencing various professions.

As for which profession to experience, it is random.

Open the career page, and small squares are densely arranged.

Each small square has a profession written on it.

Like a chef, a Taoist priest, a teacher, a yellow appraiser, a prolactinologist, a fart smeller...

etc! The more he looked, the more something felt wrong.

Damn, what kind of weird profession is this?

Zhao Yan was numb.

There are some professions that he has never heard of, but the names don't look like serious professions.

"System, start a random career!"

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Yan was ready to try it out.

He is about to be at the end of his rope. If he doesn't work hard, he will have to take refuge with a rich woman.

Even though I have extraordinary talents, I still can't withstand the friction of a steel ball. You absolutely cannot go into the sea unless absolutely necessary.

【Ding! The occupation randomly assigned to the host this time is chef]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the chef’s exclusive skill—god-level cooking skills. After the professional experience is over and the comprehensive score reaches 80 points or above, the skill can be permanently solidified]

In an instant, a huge amount of information flooded into my mind.

Zhao Yan knows everything about the cooking methods of various cuisines, the handling of materials, the control of heat, the proficiency of knife skills, etc.

"So perverted?" Zhao Yan looked dazed and had an unreal feeling.

He went from a novice who couldn't cook to an awesome chef in an instant!

"What aspect does the comprehensive score look at?" After coming back to his senses, Zhao Yan asked with some confusion.

[The comprehensive score is mainly evaluated from three dimensions, namely popularity, recognition, and pretentiousness]

? ? ?

Zhao Yan was stunned.

The first two are relatively easy to understand.

Is this how showy it is? Are you serious?

"How to operate it specifically?" Zhao Yan was confused.

[During the professional experience, the system will release relevant tasks]

"Fine."

"By the way, can I refuse the chef profession and continue to be random?"

[If the host refuses this occupation, the next randomization will be three days later]

Zhao Yan quickly decided to accept the profession of chef and did not want to wait three days in vain.

Anyway, with his god-level cooking skills, he will definitely become the most handsome guy in the night market.

[Didi...the host triggers a random task]

[Please sell 10 portions of egg fried rice at the night market for 88 per portion. Complete this task and the overall score will be +10 points]

"What the hell? 88?"

Zhao Yan almost choked when he saw this mission.

Although this is a magical city, if you sell egg fried rice for 88, isn’t that a strong man locking up men?

The night market is not a high-end restaurant!

"Yes, I can ask someone to buy ten copies myself!"

Zhao Yan's eyes lit up and he felt like he had found a loophole in the system.

[The host cannot cheat, otherwise the reward will be invalid]

"..."

The cheating was already dead before it even started.

the next day.

Zhao Yan made a new price list, prepared the ingredients, and headed to the stalls in the night market.

As the white-collar workers in the office building got off work one after another, the night market gradually became lively.

Zhao Yan put everything out, looked at the diners coming and going, and took a deep breath.

The first time, I felt a little uncomfortable.

The air was filled with the smell of fireworks and various snacks, some fragrant and some smelly.

Mixed together, it feels like eating in the toilet.

"Xiao Zhao, here we come." Lao Wang, who was selling grilled sausages on the side, smiled very reluctantly.

It's really weird. Before this guy came, his business was still good. There were many young ladies in cool clothes coming to buy grilled sausages every day.

Who makes his sausages big, long and generous?

Those women had never seen such murderous, soft and juicy grilled sausages. Every time they were sold out as soon as they were baked.

Everything has changed since this guy came to sell fried rice next to him.

I don’t know if the young lady got tired of grilling sausages or if he just couldn’t do what he wanted, which caused the business to plummet.

No! It must be because of this guy's poor skills that he got hurt!

Lao Wang shook his head, his crotch was getting stronger, how could it not work?

"Yes, how is Lao Wang's business today?"

Zhao Yan glanced at the honest-looking middle-aged man next to him. The white vest on his body was a little yellowish. He had a pair of flip-flops at his feet, and a pair of big hands were gently stroking his toes.

wipe! A big guy who picks his feet?

Zhao Yan shuddered, no wonder the original owner's business was not doing well, maybe it was this guy's fault!