Chapter 8 (1/2)

Chapter 8: The 2nd Mission

For this kind of Egg Fried Rice, Yuan Zhou wanted to eat at least another ten plates. After all, this taste was worth far more than a measly 188 RMB.

In contrast, the cooking oil was slightly more ordinary, but even then, the price was still hundreds of RMB per kilogram. Although a little expensive, it was not worth mentioning compared with the other main ingredients-Xiangshui rice and the Kobe egg. They couldn’t be bought with just money.

It was felt sinful to cook Egg Fried Rice using such precious food materials.

He meekly put 200RMB in the cash box. The money disappeared in an instant and the change of 12 RMB was left there. Though uncomfortable at the start with the money he had paid, Yuan Zhou felt a little better when he thought of the ingredients he had consumed, precious things like specially supplied Xiangshui rice and Kobe eggs.

“I can’t be someone stingy, after all, I’m able to eat such luxurious food.” He muttered to himself.

“System, I feel that the price is too cheap. Shouldn’t we increase the price a little bit?”

Thinking that he could only get 10%, 18.8 RMB per serving and yet these materials were so precious, Yuan Zhou felt as if his heart was dripping blood. Therefore, he suggested his idea to the system immediately.

The system read, “Host is currently too low leveled and is unable to alter the price by himself.”

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“How many levels are there for the Master Chef? Do I get a higher cut if I attain a higher level?” When Yuan Zhou saw the level mentioned by the system, the thought of his share of profits suddenly struck him.

The system read, “Host level is currently too low thus does not have the authorization to receive an answer. Details can only be unlocked when you reach the first level.”

“Ok. Fine. Never mind. I don’t have to pay for the materials nor the house rent. The 18.8 is pure profit.” Yuan Zhou thought optimistically as he was looking at the main hall outside.

“Wait, wait. Why are there only 8 chairs, System? Are we short of chairs?” Yuan Zhou found the main hall of the restaurant was all occupied by the flower racks except for the chairs along the curved long table.

How could he accept that since he had intended to arrange more tables and chairs to serve more guests and improve his business?

The system read, “Host level is currently too low leveled. At the moment, host can only unlock 8 chairs.”

The system may have explained very directly and without any hesitation, but Yuan Zhou really wanted to beat someone up.

“Can I at least buy more chairs? I think we can add two more chairs over there?” Yuan Zhou looked at the long table with only 4 chairs seated, feeling pain in his heart.

The system read, “The system will not serve any food for guests on the tables and chairs not provided by the system.”

“Ok, fine. You’re the boss.”

Yuan Zhou complained about the system frankly and directly. At the instant, a new mission emerged in his mind.

［Mission 1］: Host ought to sell 100 bowls of God Tier Egg Fried Rice within 7 days. The countdown begins now. (As a junior Master Chef, it should be a piece of cake to sell 100 bowls of Egg Fried Rice.)

［Reward］: A God level Egg Fried Rice Package

“What does the package include?”Yuan Zhou asked straight to the point.

The system read, “God level Egg Fried Rice, 1 bowl; pickled radish, 1 small plate and laver soup, 1 bowl.”

Generally, any restaurant would serve pickled radish and laver soup for free. Yet, the system dared to call it a package with only these two things included. Yuan Zhou asked curiously, “So how much is the price for the package?”

The system read, “Please complete your current task, host.”

Once the words appeared, Yuan Zhou found the countdown for Task 1 had started.

“Does the restaurant open today? I haven’t gotten the signboard prepared.” Yuan Zhou said in a surprise when he saw the countdown of the system working.

The system read, “As a 0 level, you are not qualified to hang a signboard.”

“How do people know what I’m serving, if I don’t hang the signboard?” Yuan Zhou was tired of complaining, all the system replied was concerning his low level.

The system no longer responded to his query this time, but the remaining time, nevertheless, ticked away. Therefore, Yuan Zhou had a sense of urgency.

Looking down at his short-sleeve T-shirt and dark blue casual pants, he muttered, “I may need to change my clothes.”