He was not in a hurry to receive it. He washed the pot first and waited for the customers to leave.
At nine o'clock, Lin Feng finished his work.
He closed the door, sat on the table, and received his reward.
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the cooking skill--"
[Grandmaster Level Basic Skills: Bai An's professional skills, kneading dough, rolling dough... If you want to become a qualified future Master Chef, how can you miss the basic skills of Bai An?]
"So…even if he's a Grandmaster, isn't that still basic?”
Lin Feng had no strength to complain. He saw a glowing book in front of him.
He reached out to take it. In the next second, the book turned into a stream of light and entered his glabella.
Then, he felt a new message in his head.
Information about the face-painting technique!
Bai An's basic skills and professional knowledge were all clearly presented in his mind.
Looking down at his hands, he had the illusion that he had been a case-master for decades.
When he looked at the three words 'basic skills', he had a completely different understanding.
The so-called basic skills, one year of learning was also the foundation, and ten years of learning was also the foundation.
Any dish, regardless of whether it was white or red, was based on basic skills.
Basic skills determined the upper limit of cooking skills.
For example, some martial arts experts could train hard for thirty years and only practice one move, but they could defeat everyone in the world.
If you asked him what this move was, he would tell you that it was the most ordinary Sword Draw.
Ten years to sharpen a sword, dripping water can wear away a stone.
Even if it was the most basic basic skill, if one practiced it diligently for decades, one could easily become a national special-class white case master.
"A new mission has been issued. Please check it carefully."
"Another new mission?"
Lin Feng opened the upper right corner of the system interface with anticipation. There was a picture with a red dot that looked like a new seal.
[Mission: Kill a Thousand]
As a future Master Chef who controlled food, your ultimate goal was to let more customers experience the ultimate taste. Host, please attract 1000 customers with delicious food!
[Reward: A random gourmet recipe.]
Lin Feng was speechless.
What the hell was a Thousand People Slash?
This system didn't seem too serious.
When he read the introduction, he was shocked.
"Haven't you received 1000 customers in the past few days?”
After understanding it, he finally understood.
The system's standard was 1000 different customers.
Even if a customer came every day, he could only be considered one person.
He looked at the progress.
[Customer base: 916/1000]
With only 84 people left, they were very close.
He closed the door, got on his electric donkey, and went straight to the market.
The bosses of the poultry shops were already very familiar with him. They greeted him when they met."Boss Lin, how many eggs do you want today?"
"How much do you have?"
It was as if he could afford to pay 3,000 yuan.
The boss smiled awkwardly.”
"Put it on."
She went to a few stores and bought 2,000 of them.
He planned to take a break for the next two days.
He had just gotten a new cooking skill, so he needed to spend some time familiarizing himself with it.
He was just familiar with her and didn't plan to do anything.
Although he could also look up some recipes from the Internet, how could the ones he found online compare to the ones provided by the system?
She packed the eggs and bought the ingredients.
Lin Feng didn't go back directly like usual. He went to the grain and oil store and picked up a bag of high-strength flour.
The Zhaofeng brand flour from Hetao was 76 yuan per 10 jin bag.
It was expensive to put it in flour.
However, the expensive ones were good.
Lin Feng only wanted to buy it to test his noodle skills. If there was a noodle recipe, he would be willing to buy something more expensive.
At ten o'clock, he returned to the shop.
At eleven o'clock, the eggs were already cooked.
After preparing the Herbal Tea Eggs for tomorrow, Lin Feng cleaned up the chopping board and took out a basin, preparing to show off his skills.
There were many types of noodles, buns, dumplings, steamed buns, noodles…
He planned to try making noodles.
As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, 108 cooking methods for noodles appeared in his mind.
Hand-rolled noodles, pulled noodles, ramen…
The flour was poured into the basin. It was not much, just a bowl.
He sprinkled a spoonful of fine salt, then added an egg and stirred it evenly.
Salt and eggs were added to increase the strength.
Whether a bowl of noodles was delicious or not depended on two main points.
One was noodles, and the other was marinade ingredients.
Lin Feng temporarily didn't have a recipe for noodles, but he could still make a bowl of ordinary Yang Chun noodles.
After pouring in a bowl of water, Lin Feng began to knead the dough.
The flour soon formed into a flake shape and continued to be kneaded into a ball.
After kneading for about ten minutes, the basin was already as smooth as a mirror, and the surface of the dough had also become smooth and delicate.
He set the dough aside, covered it with a wet cloth, and began to make the dough.
After about half an hour, Lin Feng removed the wet cloth and took out the dough.
At this moment, the door was pushed open and two familiar men walked in.
He had an impression of these two people. One was Song Zihao, who had come yesterday morning and waited for a few hours in the shop until noon.
The other was the last customer of the day.
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