The president makes me cook every day

Although he has a standard life experience of a male protagonist in online novels with both parents dead, Yu Xiaorong never imagined that one day he would really have this kind of the most brainless golden finger in the 21st century.But the real Fang Minghao was in front of him, but he couldn't tolerate the slightest doubt.

Fang Minghao belongs to myths and legends in the world of chefs.

Facing the idol in his heart, Yu Xiaorong's lips trembled excitedly: "Last year I was playing Dutch in a hotel, and there was a video of your competition in the World Chef Challenge four years ago in the back kitchen group."

As he said that, he fell into the memory, that was the most high-end restaurant Yu Xiaorong stayed in, and it was also the place where his dream of being a chef really started.

"The chef told us that the reason why he shared the video from four years ago is because Chinese chefs who can make oriental-style cuisine in this kind of culinary competition where Europe is the main venue, can break into the top ten, except Apart from you, there is not only no one before, but also no one to come after!"

After hearing this, Fang Minghao coughed lightly twice.

Yu Xiaorong took another step closer: "Really! I have watched every video of your competition more than [-] times! In your hands, the ingredients have truly become the most beautiful works of art. At that time, the chef said, You are truly a fusion of eastern and western food!"

Fang Minghao threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the instant noodle bucket, and he shook his head slowly.

"But I really admire you after you insisted on giving a speech in Chinese when you were promoted to the top three!" Yu Xiaorong could no longer control the surging passion in his chest after being able to talk to his idol so closely: "Are you You have truly spread Chinese food culture to the world, and as a chef, you are truly honoring your country!"

Tears of excitement poured out of Yu Xiaorong's eyes, and he recalled the brilliance in Fang Minghao's eyes in the video, which was the light that illuminated his dream of being a chef. In the most chaotic days, life gave him the only hope.

"Master!" Yu Xiaorong's shoulders trembled, his legs almost gave way, and he prostrated himself at the master's feet. "Can I worship you as my teacher!"

However, Fang Minghao just sat on the sofa and leaned back to avoid the fans' overexcited saliva spraying on him. He waved his hand to stop Yu Xiaorong: "I don't accept apprentices, I only rent a house. Having said so much, what are you? Rent it or not?"

"I rent!"

Even if it was really a scam, Yu Xiaorong jumped to the ground willingly and without hesitation.

He rummaged through his six pockets and scraped together 350 yuan and 100 cents. After thinking about it, he blushed and took out the crumpled last [-] yuan from the bottom of the sock, stacked them together, and placed them respectfully. On the edge of the coffee table at Fang Haoming's feet.This is all he had planned to find a cheap youth hostel for another two weeks.

"Daily rent, these are the money for tonight, you don't need to look for them."

Fang Minghao rolled his eyelids, and without saying a word, he just changed the direction of Erlang's crossed legs.

Yu Xiaorong blushed: "I can still make money, the rest... I, I will pay you tomorrow!"

Fang Minghao: "What do you do to make money?"

"I'm an apprentice chef." Yu Xiaorong whispered.

"Apprentice." Fang Minghao looked at him sideways, and smiled a little unkindly. "How old are you? Are you an adult?"

"I turned eighteen last year! I entered the industry when I was fifteen. I was first introduced by my fellow villagers to be a dishwasher. I chose dishes on the sixteenth. I went to the water table on the seventeenth. I made the load on the eighteenth. I just had my birthday last month. Nineteen. I, I can do anything, I have set up a breakfast stall, I have also sold lunch boxes, I can sell pancakes, and I..."

Yu Xiaorong worked hard to perfect his resume, "I can also do live broadcasts, the food live broadcast room opened two weeks ago."

"Really, then you know a lot." He said so, but Fang Minghao's attention seemed to have left Yu Xiaorong and shifted to his mobile phone screen.

Yu Xiaorong leaned closer, hoping that the master could catch a glimpse of himself again: "Really, I will definitely pay your rent. I can also help you take out the garbage, wipe the floor, wash clothes, and clean for free. I, I can still cook for you, I...!"

"Oh." Suddenly being poked by something, Fang Minghao pursed his lips, "You can still help me cook."

Yu Xiaorong silently laughed at Yu Xiaorong, who had always blushed since she was a child, suddenly felt ashamed and lowered her head.

From the angle that Yu Xiaorong couldn't see, Fang Minghao sent Xiao Fei a big meme on WeChat.He finally put the change on the table into his pocket: "Okay, for daily rent, it's three hundred and five a day, and the next day's rent should be paid before twelve o'clock every day."

Yu Xiaorong didn't even think about it: "Thank you! Master Fang!"

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[Sand Sculpture Demon King]: After getting my wife done, your ex-husband is so good, how about rewarding him with a bear hug [smile]

【Flying Media Xiao Fei】: [A heart-warming foot]

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At 06:30 in the evening, after a busy day, Yu Xiaorong went up and down the stairs 28 times by himself and finally cleaned up all the garbage in Fang Minghao's house. Then he dragged his luggage and sat on the sofa bed in his small private room.

Fang Minghao's rejection in the morning did not make him depressed, but made him extremely excited.Because now he is not only a roommate with the master, but also has become an apprentice chef who was rejected by the master himself!Even if the rent to be paid tomorrow is equivalent to his usual week's wages, it didn't hinder the feeling of happiness that was about to overflow in his chest.

"Ding-dong-"

The system finally came to SMS again!When Yu Xiaorong jumped up from the sofa bed, he only felt that his small body contained infinite power.

[Master Chef Cultivation System]: Ask the host to complete the novice task: live broadcast egg fried rice production until the number of fans rises to 300.After completion, the system will randomly drop a reward.

[Yu Xiaorong]: Brother System, I have started the live broadcast for three weeks and only have more than 40 fans. I am afraid it will not rise to 300 in a while. Can you advance cash out for the rewards you mentioned?I need to pay the rent urgently tomorrow, it's too late.

[Master Chef Cultivation System]: The live broadcast needs to start after 3 minutes, and the late broadcast host will be punished.

[God of Cooking Cultivation System]: The countdown starts now, three...

wait wait wait!Yu Xiaorong jumped up and said he would come?I don't have any ingredients right now!

Sweating profusely, he hugged his mobile phone and raced to the living room, bowing deeply to Fang Minghao who had been playing games in the living room.

"Master Fang, can I borrow your kitchen utensils today?"

"I'm not a master." Fang Minghao was busy eating chicken, and he was a little irritable: "Use the ones placed on the workbench outside, and you will lose ten if you break it. Do you understand?"

"Okay, okay." Yu Xiaorong nodded: "Thank you, master! I also want to lend you a chicken..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Minghao was shot in the head suddenly in the game, and he jumped up yelling, which startled Yu Xiaorong.

Not daring to talk to the irritable master anymore, Yu Xiaorong slipped into the kitchen alone, wanting to open the refrigerator to see what was there before discussing it with Fang Minghao.When he stood on tiptoe and opened the four-door refrigerator one by one, a burst of moisture rushed to his face.

Fang Minghao's refrigerator is empty.

Empty, like a black hole, nothing.

Yu Xiaorong was dumbfounded.

"Ding-dong-"

[Internet celebrity chef cultivation system]: The live broadcast time is up, please open the live broadcast app immediately.

wait wait wait!Yu Xiaorong frantically placed his mobile phone against the wall on the workbench, bit the bullet, and opened his own room "Xiaorong's Late Night Canteen" from the platform.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

Live broadcast begins!

"Hi everyone, I'm Xiao Rong, the anchor, and welcome to my cafeteria!"

Facing the screen of the mobile phone, although he didn't have any confidence in his heart, Yu Xiaorong still showed his most sunny smile.

Screen prompt: The current number of online users is 0.

Next to his avatar is an icon representing his level, which is a Q-version boy with snot bubbles, which marks his level of anchor in JJ Live - Lv1 Xiaobai Shou.

This is the current Xiaorong anchor, with a cumulative number of fans of 43, the pure white of Xiaobai, transparent to suffocating.

He looked at the screen and scratched his head in embarrassment, and complained to the system in a low voice: "Brother System, but I don't have any ingredients right now, not even a shallot or a grain of rice, how can I broadcast fried rice with eggs?"

While muttering, a viewer suddenly entered the live broadcast room, ID: Xiaoguoke.Look at the name like a foodie.

[Little gourmet]: What are you talking about, the anchor?The equipment is not adjusted properly?

Yu Xiaorong knew this ID, and this was one of the few active fans he had accumulated in the few amateur live broadcasts in the past two weeks.

He started the live broadcast originally to relieve the distress of looking for a job recently. After someone paid attention, Yu Xiaorong was flattered, and secretly flipped through every fan's page.

Just as Yu Xiaorong was about to warmly welcome the little gourmets, the phone suddenly rang twice, "Ding Dong——" "Ding Dong——"

[Internet Celebrity Chef Cultivation System]: It's live, don't talk to me on the screen, idiot.

[Internet celebrity chef cultivation system]: Wait, the ingredients will arrive soon.

Suddenly being attacked by the system, Yu Xiaorong looked around with grievances, anticipating in his heart how the automatic replenishment equipment box that is common in system texts would fall from the sky.