Food becoming a god system

When Ling Ling returned home, she was already starving.The steamed buns and soup she ate in the morning were so delicious that she couldn't eat the food in the cafeteria at noon. As a result, she was so hungry that her stomach hurt even before the evening self-study was over.

"Dad, brother, I'm back, what are you having for dinner?" Ling Ling threw her schoolbag on the sofa and rushed to the dining table.

There are only a few people in the family, and they have always been waiting for her to eat together. Ling Weiwei even calculated the time, first steamed a few for his younger brother to fill his stomach, and then steamed another pot for his younger sister to come back.

When Ling Ling entered the house, the pot of steamed buns had just come out of the pot and was still steaming.

"Wow, eat steamed stuffed buns." Ling Ling couldn't wait to grab one after washing her hands, and said vaguely while eating, "Steamed buns in the morning are so delicious, I didn't eat much at noon."

The whole family moved their chopsticks, and Ling's father specially cooked a pot of millet porridge to eat with steamed buns.

"Is it delicious?" My father and younger brother had eaten at noon, but my younger sister hadn't eaten yet, and this mutton bun was my younger sister's favorite. Ling Weiwei looked at his younger sister expectantly.

"It's delicious, Dad, you are not a hand..." Ling Ling swallowed the buns in her mouth, and looked at her father worriedly.

Father Ling's hand was seriously injured. Although it has been so many years, he still doesn't have much energy to eat. It's fine to cook some sauced meat and stir-fry vegetables, but chopping stuffing and making steamed buns all require manual work. , no wonder Ling Ling was worried.

"Father is fine. Your elder brother made this bun." Father Ling was moved when he saw his daughter's worry, and quickly explained.

"Brother did it?" Ling Ling's eyes widened, and he took another big bite. "When are you going to cook?"

Although Ling Weiwei has a great image in his sister's heart, his culinary skills are flawed.In the past, when Ling's father taught him how to cook, the whole family was the object of tasting, which can be said to be a poison to the whole family.

But now the taste of this steamed stuffed bun is far beyond Ling Ling's expectation.Although it is not as delicious as the steamed buns eaten in the morning, the mutton steamed stuffed buns in the next town has been open for decades. It is said that it is a secret recipe passed down from the palace, so it is not surprising that it is not as good.At least she was eating this steamed stuffed bun, never expecting that her elder brother who can't cook made it.

"Eat first, and ask questions later." Ling Weiwei also picked up the buns and started eating. As for Ling Hu, he had already started to eat the buns and the porridge.

The first thing Ling Ling ate was junior steamed stuffed buns. Although Ling Weiwei saw it, he didn't say anything. He secretly smiled and waited for his sister to be surprised.Sure enough, after eating two, Ling Ling ate the middle-level steamed stuffed bun, and the lack of prior explanation made the difference even more obvious.

"Ahhh..." Ling Ling held the bun, as if seeing an alien.

"What's the matter?" Seeing the smile on his son's lips, Father Ling knew that the boy did it on purpose, so he asked knowingly.

"This bun tastes different from others!" Ling Ling pointed at the bun and complained.The taste of primary steamed buns and intermediate steamed buns is still much worse, and with Ling Weiwei's repeated practice of seasoning and dough making, the probability of intermediate steamed buns appearing is also much higher.

At the beginning, I made more than 30 steamed buns, and only seven or eight were intermediate. When I reached the intermediate level, the situation was reversed. Of the [-] steamed buns in these two pots, only a dozen or so were primary steamed stuffed buns, and the rest were intermediate.

The ten low-level buns were divided into three plates, and the chances of getting them were not high, but Ling Ling miraculously ate two of them in a row and they were both low-level, which also made Ling Weiwei secretly laugh.It's fun to find something more delicious when you're full.

"I just started cooking, so my cooking skills are unstable." Ling Weiwei lied cheekily. Of course, there is a certain truth in his words. The appearance rate of buns will naturally be more stable.

"Brother, you are too old, this bun is so delicious, my classmate brother is not as good as you." Ling Ling praised sincerely, her brother was her idol since she was a child, and after three years of not seeing her, she realized that her brother is even better than before. "Let's discuss something."

"Hey, you just want to eat steamed stuffed buns every day, right?" For this younger sister, Ling Weiwei still knew something.

"Brother, as long as you know." Ling Ling chuckled, showing the expression of achieving his goal.

"Tell you, from now on, you will eat steamed stuffed buns every day, and you won't be able to do without." Ling Weiwei told his sister that he wanted to start selling steamed stuffed buns. "The rest of the daily sales are yours."

"Ah, brother, you are too evil, let me eat leftover buns."

"Aren't the leftover buns delicious? That's rewarding you with egg fried rice."

"What's so delicious about fried rice with eggs?" Ling Ling curled her lips. In order to save money, she didn't even want to eat stir-fried vegetables in the cafeteria. She ate fried rice with eggs every day. To be honest, she was already tired of eating it.

"My egg fried rice is not the kind you usually eat." Ling Weiwei smiled mysteriously, "I promise it's not worse than this bun."

The family chatted and laughed after eating, and after clearing away the dishes, Ling Weiwei went to the kitchen to spread the noodles.The hair of the old face is relatively slow, and it is too late in the morning, so it is a good way to send it in advance.What's more, I still eat too much at night, so it's good to go to brush up the experience.

Ling Ling was studying in his room, and Hu Zi was watching TV in the living room. Father Ling walked into the kitchen worriedly, "Wei Wei, do you really want to stay?"

"Yeah, Dad, what's the matter?" Ling Weiwei put down the dough in his hand and asked puzzled.

"It's nothing, I'll make sure." Ling's father smiled, Ling Weiwei looked at his father's back as he left, and always felt that his father had something to say, but he didn't say it.

After thinking for a while, there was no result, Ling Weiwei simply concentrated on kneading the dough.It wasn't until he felt a little tired that Ling Weiwei stopped collecting experience, covered the dough, tidied up briefly and went back to the room.

Ling's father had already taken the tiger to bed. Although Ling Weiwei was tired, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.The changes in the system today made him more excited. Although he hasn't made any money yet, with such delicious buns in hand, making money is no longer difficult.

Early the next morning, Ling Weiwei got up, and even Ling's father just got up.

"Dad, I'm leaving." Ling Weiwei took the last 100 yuan out of the house and went straight to the meat stand.Sure enough, the meat this morning is the freshest, and there are plenty of choices.I selected the most suitable part for stuffing with system identification, and hurried home.

This piece of meat weighed more than three catties, and Ling Weiwei's last savings were wiped out, but when he thought of the economic benefits brought by making steamed buns with these three catties of mutton, Ling Weiwei couldn't help being happy again.

Chopping the stuffing, mixing the stuffing, rolling out the skin, wrapping... all done in one go, and soon the first drawer of buns came out of the pan.

While waiting for the steamed buns to be cooked, Ling Weiwei also took a pen and added under his signboard: "Xintian Mutton Buns" in large characters, and the old signboard had a few big characters in fresh ink, which was quite eye-catching.

However, Ling Weiwei did not write how much a steamed bun cost.After careful calculation yesterday, mutton costs 31 catties, noodles cost two yuan per catty, plus other oil and salt seasonings and coal fire costs, it also costs two yuan.

Father Ling meant that the smaller the size, the lower the price, because the old store in the next town only sells it for two yuan.

But Ling Weiwei thought exactly the opposite.

According to the ratio of Ling Weiwei's mutton buns, one catty of mutton and two catties of noodles, plus the dough and filling water, the buns are bigger than yesterday's, and can pack about [-]. One steamed bun is two or two , The steamed stuffed bun has a thin skin and big stuffing, and the cost is about one yuan.Not to mention, his buns are made according to the system cheats, and the taste is far better than that of the old shop.

The mutton buns in the town next door are about the same size as the one he made yesterday. According to the cost of yesterday's one, one is only about [-] cents, and it can be sold for [-] cents.But Ling Weiwei wants to make something different, high price doesn't matter, good taste is the key.As long as you eat it once, the price is not a problem.

What's more, the family is small, the younger sister has to go to school, the younger brother can't help, and the father's hand was injured. After all, making big buns is the most worry-free and labor-saving. Small buns require more labor.

Pedestrians began to appear on the street one after another, Ling Weiwei and Ling's father moved the steamed stuffed bun to the door, and started yelling.

The first drawer of steamed buns was reserved for Hu Zi and Ling Ling's breakfast, so there were only a dozen left, steaming in the drawer.

"Old Ling, what is this?" A neighbor came over and asked in bewilderment. "When did Wei Wei come back?"

"It's been two days since I've been back. Isn't this a new steamed stuffed bun, come and try two?" Ling's father hurriedly greeted him, and Ling Weiwei obediently followed suit.

"Okay, try it, how much is it?" The neighbor is a retired old man, who just came back from morning exercise in the park, and planned to bring him back early.

"Two yuan each." Ling Weiwei stared at the neighbor for a moment, then smiled, "But today's sale, buy five and get one free."

Father Ling was stunned for a moment when he heard Ling Weiwei's words, but he didn't expect this kid to come to buy five and get one free.