On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

【December 12 business diary】

[On the first day of opening, business was bleak. 】

Qing Huai pressed a period on the keyboard expressionlessly.The computer at the cash register is connected to the system assistant of the Guardian Alliance, and all the cash register data will automatically flow into the background, and the store will be assessed and evaluated according to the monthly profit and praise.

Now on the screen in front of Qinghuai, there is a progress bar under the words "Jiji Wuming", which shows (3/100), indicating that three customers have agreed with the service. When the praise reaches 100, the second one will be awarded Achievements and corresponding achievement rewards.It is the same operating model as business mobile games on mobile phones.

Four customers, three positive reviews, 75% positive rate made Qing Huai, who became famous as a teenager, a little discouraged, and decided to adjust his business thinking after thinking about it.It may be the reason why this izakaya is located in the remote area and the popularity is extremely low, almost no one will come in to eat.Even after entering the door, after seeing Dazai Osamu, Qinghuai, and Saiki Kusuo, he murmured apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was this kind of store", then closed the door and left quickly...

Qinghuai wondered for a while, whether he had positioned himself wrongly, and it might be more profitable for him to open a men's public relations shop.

By the way, isn't that kind of shop also bringing happiness to people?

The system stopped Qing Huai's dangerous thoughts in time, "100 years ago, there was a guardian who did this. As the number one cowherd in the galaxy, he won the favor of many men and women."

"Wouldn't it be nice?"

"Later, because he was too attractive, the heads of the empire and the alliance were jealous of him, and finally stirred up the interstellar war, and the dimension was on the verge of collapse."

"What happened to the guardian?"

System: "It is still exiled on the border of the dimension."

"……Oh."

"The Dimensional Hunting Ground will open the channel at 25987 o'clock tomorrow afternoon," the system suddenly notified, "Guardian 1, please go to the study room in advance to learn Chapter 50 of "Hunting Ground Creatures Illustrated Book", and design an izakaya's signature food based on it. After completing the task, reward [-] Praise the achievement points, and assist the restaurant to carry out the initial promotion plan.”

Qinghuai focused, summoned the light screen, and there was indeed another task card in the task bar. This time there was no time limit, but the difficulty was also increased accordingly.

Creating your own signature dish is a problem that every chef will worry about in the later stages of his career, because it is not an easy task to design a unique meal that can be widely accepted by the public.Correspondingly, this is also the ultimate test of whether a chef has the qualifications of a self-supporting sect.

But it is not too difficult for Qinghuai. Before his car accident, he happened to be developing creative dishes for the next MasterChef Competition. The prototype of the whole dish has been completed, so this is also an opportunity for him to let him To be able to show your hard work in another way.

"What are you staring at?" Osamu Dazai stood behind the curtain and stared for a long time.

Qinghuai stretched her waist, clicked to save and submit the business log with a few sentences, "It's best not to do things that violate the law and discipline while studying the employee handbook, and I just received a new task."

When the task was mentioned, Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up instantly, and he turned around to go upstairs when a gust of wind blew up from the corner of his windbreaker.

"What are you going to do?"

"Take the gun!" Osamu Dazai turned around and asked, "Are there any members of the opponent with special abilities, organized or unorganized? If there are many opponents, I can directly carry a military individual rocket launcher on my back—"

Qinghuai grabbed the man's free and easy belt, restraining the man's eager pace.

"No need, first learn the theoretical knowledge with me." Qing Huai ruthlessly pulled him up to the third floor.

The study is on the third floor, opposite to Qinghuai's room.

Qinghuai took out the universal brass rose key from the izakaya, and was about to open the door of the study. He only came here once, and immediately lost interest when he saw that it was full of original Japanese books. He never went in again after hastily cleaned it.

The door lock was very rusted, and the "universal/key" provided by the system felt obstructed as soon as it was inserted. Qinghuai turned it several times but failed to open it.

Just when he was about to use brute force, Osamu Dazai couldn't see it. He stepped forward, took out a wire from his pocket, and gently hooked it into the lock cylinder and turned it clockwise.

—The door lock clicked and opened.

"Excellent." I just don't know why this guy carries wire with him.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Of course, I'm the man known as Yokohama's lock-picking king." He twisted the handle, leaned against the porch, and made an inviting gesture.

"Although I don't understand why you got this honor—" Qinghuai stepped into the study, "but I should be able to guess that it's not a good thing."

The study room is not big, and the light is very dark. The light bulb above the head is dim yellow, and the filament is intermittent, giving a feeling of dying.The whole room was filled with the smell of dust and old ink, which was not pungent, but still made Qing Huai, who had a keen sense of smell, slowly lower his breath.

In the middle is a simple solid wood office desk and chair, under which is a thick dark green wool carpet. The pattern and craftsmanship are very old-fashioned, but it can be seen from the previous owner's good taste.

There are no windows here, and the entire wall is inlaid with bookshelves, extending from the floor to the ceiling are densely packed with books, and some books have no room to store, so they are piled on the ground.Some are still in the open state, the pages are oxidized to withered yellow and fragile, with a faint layer of gray floating.

These books are arranged very irregularly, and their previous owner seems to have a whim, and stuffed them into the bookshelf after reading a book, very disorganized.This added a lot of trouble to Qing Huai's search work.

Qinghuai ran his fingers across the rows of book spines, searching and reading: ""Hunting Field Creatures Illustrated Handbook", hunting field, り..." It is still difficult for him to recognize Japanese, so he can only search for the kana pronunciation of the first word with difficulty. .

Osamu Dazai now completely believes that he is Chinese, or he is illiterate who has never attended a Japanese elementary school.

"Ah, this row is full of ri sounds—" Qinghuai seemed to have finally found the approximate location of the spine of the book, sighed in surprise, and then fell into deeper distress.

He sighed, thinking that as long as he could find familiar Chinese characters, the structure of Japanese characters was also derived from Chinese characters, so he should be able to recognize...

Just as he was searching hard, the familiar smell of soap suddenly drifted past his nose, and a bandaged hand easily took a book from the top of his head and stuffed it into his hand.

Qing Huai turned her head, and suddenly held her breath, Osamu Dazai was too close, the faint scent of lemon lingered in an instant, he lowered his head, and there was still a smile in his kite-colored eyes.

""Illustrated Book of Hunting Ground Creatures"——" Osamu Dazai emphasized the "ri" sound, "You're welcome."