Chapter 10 (1/2)

[Congratulations, young chef. You have begun your journey as an immortal cook. Work hard!]

[Mission: Egg Fried Rice Completed.]

[Reward: Stinky-Dog’s Cooking Technique]

Smith Jr. stared at the plate of egg fried rice in his hands. Tears welled up in his eyes, and his body trembled. Finally, after seven years of imprisonment, he had cooked a plate of egg fried rice that the system approved of! When he first saw the mission, he thought it’d be easy. As a laborer of a sect, he was responsible for cooking meals for thousands of people, and he had to satisfy them all. If his cooking was terrible, then he might’ve drawn some young master’s ire. What if his cooking caused the young master to suffer while cultivating? It was simple: he’d be crippled and tossed out of the sect! However, who knew that the system would have such harsh requirements? It actually took seven whole years to cook one dish, and, boy, did that dish smell good.

Smith Jr. gulped as the steam from the egg fried rice reached his nostrils. Saliva pooled uncontrollably in his mouth, and he didn’t even bother finding a spoon. He picked up a pinch of egg fried rice, ignoring the burning sensation in his hand, and stuffed it into his mouth. His whole body tingled as the golden rice touched his tongue, the fragrance and warmth flooding his mouth. It felt like the bowl of egg fried rice in his hands had become a passionate woman hellbent on kissing him. A groan escaped from his lips as he closed his eyes and chewed. The rice and eggs obviously weren’t normal rice and eggs; they were filled with spiritual energy, and as Smith Jr. ate, he could feel that energy touching his body all over from the inside. When he swallowed, he nearly lost control of his lower body as the overwhelming pleasure gushed from his throat straight to his toes, touching every part in between. He couldn’t stop himself from stuffing the rest of the egg fried rice into his mouth, chewing and swallowing with his mouth open. Anyone would’ve assumed he had been starved for weeks if they had seen him eat.

It didn’t take long for all the egg fried rice to disappear into Smith Jr.’s stomach, and when it did, Smith Jr. stared at the empty bowl that had streaks of saliva in it from him licking it clean. Was it really just a bowl of egg fried rice? He glanced at Red Asura standing by the entrance, suspecting the golem of having spiked his food; however, the golem had been in the same place the whole time. Smith Jr.’s eyes lit up. He had completed the mission! Didn’t that mean he was finally free to go?

[New Mission: Opening Shop]

[Young chef, it is time for you to conquer your customers’ tastebuds. Sell ten thousand bowls of egg fried rice.]

[Reward: Stinky-Dog’s Potato Chip Recipe]

Smith Jr.’s eye twitched. Was he really going to be confined in the restaurant again!? His current body was already twenty-five years old. Seven years ago, he was at the ripe age for marriage. Was his family line destined to end with him? Wait, no, his family line already ended when he got killed by the steel beast. Was he the same person if his soul was in a different body?

[Young chef, stop standing in a daze and work hard.]

Smith Jr. shook his head. Perhaps if he didn’t work hard, Red Asura would kill him, and he didn’t want to die again. Smith Jr. frowned. The reward for the second mission also had a questionable name. Speaking of which…. “System, where’s my reward?”

[The Stinky-Dog’s Cooking Technique has already been transplanted into your mind. Try thinking about it.]