The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

Just now, his earlobe was hot.

Song Ruan was slightly taken aback, because the status of the task had always shown that it was not completed, he fiddled with it several times but there was no change, and then Boss You entrusted him, so he simply put the matter aside.

So I never expected that the system would send a notification at this time.

He made an excuse, then walked to a dark place with no moonlight, and quietly opened the system panel, and the taskbar, which had not been moved for a long time, also quietly changed.

[Main Quest] Congratulations on owning your own restaurant!But now there are too few staff, please send more staff as soon as possible. (task status: completed)

After just one meal, the status of this task changed.And during this dinner, he just asked Zhang Shusheng to add Yang Yuan's name in the notebook.

Yang Yuan can also be regarded as an employee in his shop, he should have thought of this earlier.But when he was recording the employee account, he subconsciously put Yang Yuan in his circle of relatives and friends, and forgot to add Yang Yuan.

It led to such a simple task, but he delayed it for so long.

Song Ruan couldn't help holding his forehead, feeling a little annoyed.But now the problem has been solved, no matter how regretful it is, there is nothing to make up for it.He simply put his eyes back on the panel, and carefully looked at the text displayed on the reward box.

[Reward Description] The seasoning bag that every cook should have. It has everything in it. It is a seasoning bag that is full of joy in life... This time we don't pick at all. (kimbo)

After carefully reading the reward description, Song Ruan's phoenix eyes stared into round eyes abruptly.

Did he read it right?

Every, every cook?

So what is he, the chef...

If there is an entity in the system, he must throw it into the oil drum.

"..."

Song Ruan let out a heavy sigh of relief, simply received the reward, and then shut down the system with a snap.

He turned around and looked at the seasoning bag in his hand.

It is dark blue all over, has a square shape, and the fabric feels like that kind of stiff material. Even if it is not loaded there, it will not collapse in shape. It is completely a storage bag with modern aesthetics and modern workmanship.

Song Ruan put it on the stone table in the middle of the yard, opened the zipper, and by the moonlight outside the house, he clearly saw more than a dozen bottles and cans lying quietly in the seasoning bag, each bottle and can There is a blue cloth strip used for fixing on the body, as if the prisoner was handcuffed and tied up in a dungeon.

He took out a bottle casually, opened it and smelled it, and a strong smell of vinegar wafted out from the mouth of the bottle. Song Ruan was unprepared, and the sour smell made his nose itchy, and he sneezed several times involuntarily.

He wiped his nose, and just put the vinegar bottle back when he heard Yang Yuan calling his name in the lobby, probably because he was a little worried because he hadn't come out for a long time.

Song Ruan looked at the small seasoning packet with regret. Even though he wanted to use them to make a delicious dish, he still resisted the urge to open the can and hid the packet in a small cabinet in the kitchen.

After putting it away, Song Ruan squatted on the ground, thought about it seriously, and took out a key to lock the small cabinet.

Facts have proved that Song Nguyen's decision is correct.

Until closing time, Song Ruan failed to communicate with Yang Yuan about his newly acquired seasoning package. Since Zhang Shusheng stayed with them, they didn’t go home together until the store door was locked, so along the way, Song Ruan I also failed to find a chance to take home the seasoning bag that looked weird to the ancients.

Back in the yard, Song Yue called Song Ruan over and asked him about the shop in detail.

When Song Ruan finished chatting with his eldest brother and returned to the house, he found that the candlelight in Yang Yuan's room had gone out.

It seems that we can only talk to Yang Yuan about it tomorrow.

Song Ruan thought with some regret.

But things didn't go so well.

From that night until noon of the next day, Song Ruan didn't see Yang Yuan again.

It is very normal for Yang Yuan to skip work. Song Ruan asked him to work under the name of the shop at first, just to watch him and tell him not to do something different from ordinary people.Now half a month has passed, and he has integrated into the human world very well, and he is free to go wherever he wants.

Song Ruan didn't think much about it, he gave the two cooks a half-day off, and then stayed in the kitchen alone to cook his dishes.

A few days ago, when he was cooking, he always felt that although the food tasted good, there was always a little taste missing in the food.Today, he specially replaced all the seasonings he would use with the ingredients in the seasoning bag, and it tasted much better.

Song Ruan nodded with satisfaction, put all the dishes on the plate, and planned to treat it as everyone's lunch.When it was time to clean up the mess, he looked at the seasoning packet and hesitated.

Carrying such a bag by myself is indeed a bit eye-catching in ancient times...

Song Ruan thought about it carefully, and planned to take out all the things in the bag and put them in a small wooden box, so it wouldn't look so weird.But when he took out those bottles and jars, put them on the table, and closed the zipper of the seasoning packet at the same time, a strange thing happened——

At the very beginning, Song Ruan heard a gurgling sound coming from behind him. He lost his mind at first, thinking it was the oil drum muttering behind him.But within seconds, he realized something was wrong.

The gurgling sound is the sound of the pottery bottle rolling on the ground, a little dull, and with the sound of the smooth body of the bottle colliding with the ground, it sounds like a bowling ball hit the bottle, and it is on the track. The bottle was gurgling and rolling around.

Song Ruan realized that something was wrong, and quickly turned his head to look at it, but it was too late, the bottles that he had placed on the table one by one just now rushed down from the table one by one, and the bottle made by Tao Tao was three feet high. Many jumped off the table and fell to the ground unscathed, as if hitting a soft carpet.

"Grumbling..."

The bottles are rolling fast and will soon be rolling out of the kitchen...

Song Ruan was dumbfounded, and finally came to his senses, quickly grabbed the bottle next to him, and stuffed it into the seasoning bag.Those seasoning bottles were still buzzing and vibrating when they were in his hands at first, as if they were very disturbed, until they were put into the 'compartment' of the seasoning bag, they completely quieted down.

He held the seasoning bag in one hand, and grabbed those escaped bottles with the other, so busy that a few drops of sweat oozed from his forehead.

…Song Ruan now fully understands the words "full of joy in life" in the reward description. He catches escaped prisoners every day like a policeman, so can he not be full of "joy of life"? ?

However, although his reaction was considered fast, there were still several fish that slipped through the net and twisted into serpentine curves on the ground, deftly avoiding Song Ruan's pursuit, and even accelerated the speed of rolling towards the gate. He made a louder grunting sound, as if he was being happy and about to be liberated.

"...!"

Song Ruan's eyes widened slightly: Zhang Shusheng was at the other end of the door, it would be fine if these bottles escaped, but if Zhang Shusheng saw this strange phenomenon——

"Bang!"

At that moment, before he had time to think about the consequences and a surefire solution, he saw a black figure walking over, blocking the door from the backyard to the lobby.

Yang Yuan raised his foot lightly, and the bottle that just rolled under his feet was kicked into the air by him, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and then landed firmly in the seasoning bag.

"Boom!"

The bottle fell to the ground with a buzzing sound.

Song Ruan quickly put the bottle back in place.

For some reason, he always felt that there was a bit of trembling grievance in the sound just now.

With a calm expression, Yang Yuan leaned half of her body on the door frame, and when she saw a bottle that was not afraid of death rolling over, she kicked it into Song Ruan's seasoning bag mercilessly.

It didn't take long for those bottles that were running around to return to their places.

Song Ruan finished counting and found that one was not too many and one was not. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, before wiping off the sweat on his face, he thanked Yang Yuan first, and then showed an embarrassed smile, "I haven't seen you this morning. Man, I thought you were out to play."

"It's out."

Yang Yuan came over and tapped Song Ruan's bracelet, "I feel like you are in trouble, so I rushed back."

After he said this, Song Ruan realized that Yang Yuan's sleeves were wet, "Are you going to pick fruit again?"

"No."

Yang Yuan shook his head, took off a water pouch from his waist, pulled out the plug, and handed it to Song Ruan's mouth, "I went to get some spring water, it's delicious, try it."

His eyes were shining brightly, as if he had been running around all morning just to wait for a compliment from Song Ruan.

Song Ruan's heart softened, so she leaned over and took a sip.

The spring water is sweet and quenches thirst. Although the water temperature is cold, drinking it not only does not cause any discomfort in the stomach, but also feels very pleasant.

"Sweet water."

Song Ruan was also a little surprised, "Where did you get the water from?"

"I won't tell you." Yang Yuan shook the water bag in his hand, and after being praised by Song Ruan, he showed a joyful and happy expression, "If you want it next time, I'll make a water bottle for you .”

"Just kidding again."

Song Ruan didn't take it seriously, only thought Yang Yuan was joking.

Getting back to the topic, he pointed to the seasoning packet in his hand and asked strangely, "You saw it just now, what's the matter with these bottles? I just used them and they were fine. When I took them out, they suddenly Just ran away with a grunt..."

"Well, let me see."

Yang Yuan rubbed his chin with his fingers, he poked his head around, and he knew the reason with just one glance, "Oh, you see, these bottles should be made of clay, and the clay used is Wanshan's Tiaotiao clay. Of course the bottles that come out can jump and run. You... what is this thing? I haven’t seen it before, it’s probably a magic weapon used to suppress these jumping bottles.”

Song Ruan: "Jumping to the dirt...can the dirt still dance??"

"Yes."

Yang Yuan explained, "These Tiaotiao soils come from a mountain - don't get me wrong, the name of this mountain is called a mountain. Originally, this mountain was very common. It is said that a one-legged fairy landed on the mountain thousands of years ago. There are people jumping around on this mountain, and after he leaves, the soil on this mountain will be jumping around, so I took another name, called Tiaotiaotu."

"Why did it turn into rolling dirt today?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at the pottery bottle in the seasoning bag with disgust, "Could it be that there is a fat fairy rolling around on a mountain?"

Song Ruan: "..."