The system wizard is the real protagonist

Wife: Hey, there is a press conference the day after tomorrow. What are you doing now?

Husband: Just say I'm sick and can't speak, so there's no point in going.

Wife: How can that be done? It’s not like you don’t know the tempers of reporters. If you don’t get what you want, I’ll give you a few hats.

Husband: Isn’t there a way to have the best of both worlds?

Wife: I said you are not sick or in any pain, why do you have to leave today and get the best of both worlds?

Husband: Wife, you don’t understand. Boss Yuan has already won the Master of Chef Competition. If nothing happens, his small restaurant will resume business tomorrow.

Wife: It’s that Boss Yuan again. I said, husband, are you okay?

Husband: Well, what can I do?

Wife: Have you ever been so worried about food before? You even ignored the press conference just to eat a few dishes. Husband, I know that painting requires inspiration. This road is very stressful, but you can't eat those things randomly.

Husband: Stop talking nonsense. When have I ever eaten those things? It’s just that Boss Yuan’s craftsmanship is particularly good.

Wife: Really? But when I look at your actions now, you look like an obsessive Yin Junjun. Could it be that there are some ingredients added to his dishes? The news said that some unscrupulous merchants add poppy shells.

Since it was an order from an elder, Brestin had no choice but to obey it even if he didn't want to. The object she chose to observe was a middle-aged painter who was well-known in the field and was currently holding an art exhibition in another city.

Generally speaking, people who work in this industry are not very disciplined, and those who let themselves go often imply "weak self-control". In other words, the middle-aged painter’s addiction symptoms to Brestin’s Magic Potion, a dish at Yuan Fang’s restaurant, are among the worst among diners.

How heavy is it?

Let's put it this way, maybe this painter has become famous, but he is not the kind of master who just paints a painting and a large number of bosses who don't understand pretend to understand rush to buy it with money. In this materialistic society, even those who play art must consider financial gains. If he still wants to go further, he should do those conventional things.

However, as the above conversation showed, the painter was not only absent-minded during his art exhibition, but in the end he actually wanted to skip the press conference. Fortunately, he was stopped by his wife.

This is the ugliness of someone who is addicted to something, something Shirou wanted to show Brestin.

"Reflecting on one's own attitude towards power by looking at the ugliness shown by others sounds very similar to the guidance of a good mentor, but," Dia, who appeared next to Brestin without any warning, chuckled, " In my heart, I don’t feel like I have anything to correct, right?"

"Father," Bresten said in surprise.

In addition to the indifferent father who ran over to comfort her, she also found that the group of stinky bitches who always hindered her from being intimate with her father did not follow her.

"Although I don't think it will be of any use, I seem to have promised to guide you, so I'll come over and say a few words." Dia said this, and didn't want to say what a parent should say.

"It's Pudding. You must listen carefully to your father's teachings." Blastin quickly flew to the front of Dia. After getting ready to talk about business, he rushed over and acted like a baby. He thanked his mother for her special education over the years. Blastin stood in front of and behind his father. The difference in performance after that is so big.

Dia didn’t mind the explicit behavior of her daughter from an affair, because she was very beautiful, so it was completely OK. “Of course what the red-haired man said was not wrong, but the words “indulging in the desire for power” are used. To describe someone who has gone astray, if you put it in your words, you haven’t even left home yet, so how can you say that you have gone astray?”

"Huh?" Brestin was stunned, and his original thoughts disappeared instantly.

"Back then, your mother was pursuing power, but she clearly wanted to be the leader of a country." Dia looked at Brestin and tilted her head, "What about you? What do you want when you pursue power now? Isn't it just simple? If you don’t want to be second to others, you won’t be happy if someone is better than you.”

"What do I want?" Bresten was silent. She had never thought about this question.

"Everyone's pursuit of power has a goal. For example, Feiton's pursuit of absolute freedom, Shirou's pursuit of absolute justice, Lyle's pursuit of knowledge, Qiye's pursuit of the pleasure of killing people and exorcising demons. The so-called addiction to power is actually Indulge in these goals that require strength to achieve, and pudding is what you are missing now." So, she hasn't left the house yet.

Brestin subconsciously asked: "What about you, Father?"

Dia replied casually: "Since I was four years old, I was betrayed by my biological mother along with my brothers and sisters and tortured in the Demon Realm Prison. After being rescued by my uncle, I had to return to the Demon Realm a few years later. After that, I was wanted by the entire Demon Realm for a long time. Do you think I can have other goals?"

If you don't get stronger, you have to die, there is no other choice.

""Brestin was speechless. This was the first time she heard about her father's past.

The content seemed a bit too much and she needed some time to digest it.

"In short, don't pay attention to what the red-haired man said. Just practice when you need to practice. One day you will know what you want. Then you will not think about whether addiction will lower your IQ." Dia's attitude was different from Shirou's. It's completely different. "Now, let's do all the things that we like to do first. Isn't there a ready-made guy who makes you very unhappy and unhappy?"

"It's father." Brestin finally threw himself on Dia.

It was obvious which one she chose between the two attitudes towards power.

After all, she is Dia's daughter.

Six dishes need to be completed within three and a half hours, namely appetizers, soups, hot poultry dishes, hot seafood dishes, hot livestock dishes, and snacks. These are the rules of the Master of Chef competition. Whether it is the qualifying round or the final, all The same rules apply.

Of course, the champion is destined to be Yuan Fang. Who allowed him to have the assistance of the God of Cooking system? No matter how amazing the techniques and creativity other chefs showed, he was stunned to conquer the judges with regular dishes with perfect taste. Yuan Fang still thought this was a secret operation. He put on a lot of showmanship, letting the entire audience and all the contestants take a few bites of his food, confirming his championship title, and turning the last period of this variety show into his own personal show.

"Suddenly I felt that it would be good to participate in this kind of show." After returning to the hotel room after participating in the show, Yuan Fang suddenly felt that being praised by diners every day was not enough.

Of course, this is just an idea that only appears at this point in time. Think about it, what he got through the program was just a useless certificate and a metal plaque with red writing on it. Yuan Fang still had to consider whether to hang this honorary plaque on the wall of the shop.

"But it's okay not to participate. There will be a World Chef Competition later on, which will be really troublesome." Yuan Fang couldn't help but smile as he talked about the trouble. Anyway, the system would provide assistance during the competition. He only had to follow the instructions in his mind. If you display your skills, you will be the champion.

However, that is all a matter for the future. What Yuan Fang should be concerned about now is, "System, I have won the Master of Cooking Competition. Where is my reward?"

Congratulations to the host for becoming the God of Cooking. I hope the host will continue to delve into the art of cooking and reach new heights based on existing skills.

"Eh?" Yuan Fang was confused. The system elf's words sounded weird like

Referring to the host’s past life style, words and deeds, the God of Cooking system will give the host tailor-made rewards as a token of encouragement:

God of Cooking Kitchen Knife Module: A set of sophisticated knives, enough to handle any ingredient, a must-have tool for the God of Cooking.

God of Cooking Clothes: A set of special clothing for chefs that does not stain oil and is easy to clean. It is the basis for the God of Cooking to maintain his clean image.

The calmness of the God of Cooking: The host will have a face that remains calm despite the collapse of Mount Tai, showing the magnanimity of the God of Cooking.

The God of Cooking's speech: The host's speech will be more concise, concise and calm, showing the lofty status of the God of Cooking.

"What, ghost, system, you give it, I'll come out, here is, what?" Yuan Fang, who originally wanted to shout, was frightened by the words he spat out.

"I said, why did it become like this?" No matter how hard he tried, he had to pause abruptly every time he said two words when speaking. No matter how angry he was, his tone was unusually calm.

Then Yuan Fang also discovered, "My face can't move."

Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, but his face remained unchanged and paralyzed.

Only two words are needed to speak concisely and concisely

Being calm and composed does not require fluctuations in tone.

Congratulations again to the host for becoming the God of Cooking in this world. The God of Cooking system has completed its set goal and will go to other dimensional worlds to find the next host. Goodbye.

"No." Yuan Fang said calmly.

Well, calm as usual.

It was exactly the same as when he usually chatted with diners.