MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 69

"Change the probability, make the impossible possible, what kind of magical skill is this? This is to change the fate of the sky..."

The system was still in a trance state until I returned to the tasker community.

As the first generation system, the artisan system has lived long enough to know 99% of the mutation skills derived from cooking. Adding status is the most common and most practical, as well as healing curses, adding special auras, and so on.

But never heard of it.

Qingchuan is recognized as the life flow system with the lowest mission risk, and many of the risks encountered before are still shown by his own show operation. So such a thing is of little use to him.

But you have to sell for diamonds, because food is time-sensitive and random, and the price given by the system is not very high.

But it was embarrassing.

For this reason, the price is not too high.

Who cares, this is an artifact that directly modifies the impossible probability!

If this is not a time-sensitive food, it also comes with a random selection function, and this kind of anti-sky ability can directly select special items of out-of-print quality.

The system was so excited that it couldn't help itself. When he turned his head to look, he saw that the host was calmly browsing the forum, and was already looking at the grouping of B-level taskers. There is also a small chat room in the lower right corner, which is videoing with Wei Ge opposite.

"?!" When did you contact me?

Weige in the video was still the most attractive of 'Weige', he was about 30 years old, had a successful career, and was personable. Qingchuan, on the other hand, was slightly more tender, with a pair of typical peach eyes, like the kind of **** who dominates the ball, but his expression was a little cold.

Qing Chuan looked at the information posted by the B-level tasker on the page, and looked at the video window in the corner from the corner of his eye, and occasionally added a sentence, seeming a little careless.

But if you don't care, you respond appropriately every time, but you actually listen carefully.

The Wei Ge looked very happy, and sometimes he didn't even speak, just looked at Qing Chuan's chin. This angle is particularly picky, even Qingchuan is a little uglier than other angles, but the other party is interested in seeing it.

"Uncle, shall we do a mission together next time?"

"Identity problem solved?"

"Well, I did a solo mission, and it's wiped out what I started halfway through."

Weige suddenly fell silent for a moment, "That world is the world of Xianxia, ​​there is a Sanshengshi who asks the third world. I saw the first life in front of me, my surname was Jin, and someone helped me bury my body , his surname is Jiang. They have only met four times, and only spoken twice. Uncle, that person is so stupid, he doesn't say anything, he keeps it in his heart until he dies."

Qing Chuan was stunned, his fingers stopped in the air.

"Sanshengshi, I only have past and present life. The past life is me and you, the present life is also you and me, and the future is also you and me. Is our fate like this destined?"

Qing Chuan's fingers landed firmly on the keyboard, and he was still used to the feeling of tapping his fingers.

His eyes were fixed on the forum page, and his voice was particularly calm: "Read more, less superstition. I agree that we are destined, I disagree, we are destined to have no relationship."

"Then do you agree?"

"Let's do tasks together. What's the point of thinking about falling in love every day? It's always yours, what's the hurry?" And if there seems to be nothing.

Weige kept staring at it, looked at it carefully, and was greatly encouraged, "Where uncle goes, I will go."

"Then you have to keep up. I'm impatient to wait for others. If you can't keep up, I won't stop."

"Of course."

There is a newly opened tavern on Qitang Street in Guli.

Because of its high quality and low price, this newly opened pub has spread among the nearby workers. I heard that the owner of the tavern is a young and handsome young man. He is a family-style chef. Although he is young, he is very calm.

He used all his savings to open the tavern.

Because this bistro is newly opened, there are currently only three kinds of wine, slightly sweet light rice wine, strong fire cloud and wine that ladies like.

Crispy outside and tender inside of chicken wings and drumsticks…

These snacks are delicious and inexpensive, even the most stingy person can spend ten or twenty dollars, order a glass of light rice wine and two pieces of fried rice cakes, and sit at the bar Kill the time slowly.

Mr. Lin came to the tavern after work. His wife and two children went to enjoy the delicious but expensive food. The foreign high-end restaurant is the main set menu, which may cost a few hundred yuan.

Well-regarded bistro.

Although the name is a bistro, it also provides enough delicious and filling and nutritious meals.

This bistro is really small, with an open kitchen, a long curved counter, and eight separate round tables below, and the menu and today's main set menu are posted on the wall. The visual area is no more than 60 square meters, or a dozen people are sitting or standing.

A young spirited boy was standing behind a long cabinet, pouring drinks for the guests, smiling and listening to their complaints. The small space is filled with a strong aroma of food and wine.

It's only five o'clock, are there already so many people?

Mr. Lin couldn't help sighing, it seems that the business is very good.

The price list on the wall is a bit more expensive than other fast food restaurants, but the people ordering are crowded at the counter, as if they are afraid that they will be gone one step later, with a look of anticipation and eagerness on their faces.

"Hello, do you have seafood fried rice?"

Mr. Lin squeezed to the front of the long cabinet with difficulty, his hand touched his hungry stomach, his wife and children were enjoying the same treatment as an emperor, but he had to eat a bowl of seafood fried rice pitifully dinner.

I hope the exaggerated compliments of my colleagues are three-point true. This boss really looks too young and too handsome. He feels like a high school student and cannot be trusted.

"Okay, please wait a moment." The young boss smiled at him with a warm smile, then reached out and rolled up his sleeves and walked to the workbench.

Mr. Lin watched him turn on the cooking fume machine, pulled down the transparent glass cover, spooned out a bowl of crystal clear white rice from the large rice cooker on the side, and took out various pieces from the refrigerator. Variety of processed ingredients.

Mr. Lin was just waiting to eat with a bitter face, but gradually his eyes showed incredible emotions. He gently pushed down his glasses and carefully and harshly examined the comments in his heart.

The movements of this young boss look very professional and have an indescribable beauty.

As a reporter of the newspaper, I was fortunate enough to participate in a regional competition of the God of Cooking Competition. Those chefs who are said to have advanced professional certificates are not so skilled and understated, even through a glass cover. Smell that peculiar aroma.

"Your seafood fried rice, 28 yuan, thank you for your patronage."

The young boss carved two carrot flowers with a knife, and painted the leaves with mint sauce. With the perfect semi-circular seafood fried rice and plain white china plate, it is simply a work of art.

Rice and all kinds of ingredients from the sea are evenly kneaded together. Although it is fried rice, it does not look greasy at all, and the strong aroma of the ocean has been drilling into the nose.

"It looks delicious. Then I'll have a seafood fried rice."

"Yeah, the ingredients are very rich, the plate is beautiful, and the five-star treatment as always. Then give me one too."

"Sorry." The young boss shook his head regretfully, "The ingredients for seafood fried rice are already the last. Today's main feature is the sailor set meal, and seafood fried rice is very popular."

The main course of the sailor set is seafood fried rice, the side dishes are steamed egg with clams, oil splashed clams, cold jellyfish skin, the soup is kelp soup, as well as snacks octopus **** and squid rings.

"I knew that the daily main set menu would be ordered soon. Since there is no seafood fried rice, then a steamed egg with clams, clams and kelp soup, and a bowl of white rice , a large portion."

"Then I want a preserved egg and lean meat porridge. I don't want to eat too much at night. If I drink, there will be an important meeting tomorrow. Unfortunately, there is no takeaway here, boss, consider calling a takeaway knight, Business will be good."

"Not yet." The boss gently rejected the proposal, "Then, please wait."

Mr. Lin was holding a walnut wooden plate with seafood fried rice and chopsticks and spoons.

The table below was full of people, they were immersed in the fragrance of the food, and no one was in the mood to pay attention to others. He found a table where only one person sat, "I'm sorry to bother you, is there anyone here?"

This is a very strange person, wearing a formal dress that seems to go to parties and banquets at any time, with a straight back, a posture of enjoying a state banquet-level delicacy, but moving as fast as a starving horse wolf.

The man in the formal suit was eating with his head down and big mouthfuls. It was also seafood fried rice. He was even reluctant to leave the spoon.

Is it really that delicious?

Mr. Lin was full of expectations. As soon as he sat down, he couldn't wait to dig a spoonful of fried rice with shrimp.

In the tornado, shrimps, shells, and fish were continuously rolled up, smashed, and rushed into his throat. It was indescribable in words.

One mouthful, one mouthful, I couldn't bear to swallow it, but my movements were getting faster and faster.

Finally, there was no longer a grain of rice on the white porcelain plate. Mr. Lin looked at the spoon and plate in a daze, and reluctantly searched again, but he really finished eating.

Refreshed and hungry again.

He felt hungry again and could eat another plate of seafood fried rice.

I touched my pocket, but there were only two coins, and I was three bucks short of ordering a fried rice cake.

Mr. Lin stood up, took the wooden tray to the exit, put the tray into a plastic bucket, and stacked the wooden tray on top of other used wooden trays.

There is no waiter in the bistro, everyone is very self-conscious, Mr. Lin also noticed that the plates and bowls are empty, there is no soup left, and the tableware in the plastic bucket is as clean as fresh taken out.

28 yuan can eat such good food, compared with the increasingly difficult seafood prices, there is not much profit at all, the boss is really a great person, and I will come to visit often in the future, Lin Before leaving, Mr. made up his mind.

The bistro closed at 10:30. Although there were two drunk guests who didn't want to leave, Qing Chuan was very polite and determined to send them off.

He sent the wooden tray and the plastic bucket for the tableware into the tableware cleaning box that was purchased with a lot of money. This amazing existence will spend half an hour cleaning and disinfecting these tableware. He really hates washing the most Bowl, no one.

Fully functional studio apartment.

In addition, there is a basement downstairs, which was probably used as a warehouse in the past. It is only a dozen square meters, and the sealing is very good. Now it is used to store wine.

"If it wants to use this method to prove that it is indeed a B-level difficulty and cannot be underestimated, then he has indeed succeeded." Qingchuan looked at the young man in the mirror, and he looked like a human being , Who would have thought that this is actually a ghost attached to a knife.

The original owner is indeed a descendant of a family of chefs, but he was a chef during the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty. His grandfather, because of his accidental meritorious service, obtained grace to get rid of his craftsmanship and bought a house and land in his hometown, so that his descendants could read and take part in the imperial examinations.

He is one of the most outstanding readers among the third generation descendants, but he likes to deal with lampblack very much, hesitating between family tasks and real hobbies.

After he read about Juren, he refused to continue. Instead, he started a clan study in his hometown to teach his family's nephews and nephews. In his spare time, he learned cooking from his grandfather.

Later, he became seriously ill and died three years later.

Then Qingchuan came.

Or because of the original owner's obsession, Qingchuan attached to the ancestral sword.

This knife has been continuously uploaded from one chef to the next for hundreds of years, and he silently learns and observes it as a ghost. Until modern times, he was sent to a local museum as an 'antique kitchen knife'.

As relics left over from the past.

Yes, this world is a parallel world, and the three generations of the Qing Dynasty are gone.

One night, the museum was pierced by a boulder falling from the sky, and the red light directly smashed the 'Ancient Textile Products' booth opposite into a deep pit. A red spot of light floated out of the deep pit and landed in front of him.

[Want to own a body and continue the business you love? 】

A seductive voice burrowed into his ear.

Qingchuan was stunned.

System, someone is taking your business!

"Bah! I'm not a black system, so I don't play this set." The system is even more excited than him, "The plot! The plot is finally starting! The process, this is the process, you say If you want, you can get it, and you can kill it directly when you go back, it's just a matter of convenience."

When naturally said: yes.

[Sign a contract with me and become my servant...]

The red dot was overjoyed, turning into a red hideous monster, and it was about to pounce.

What happened later, this is the story of the devil and the farmer.

The farmer is safe and sound, the devil has been re-sealed, no, it is even worse, it was taken in by the farmer, just escaped, and in a blink of an eye, he entered the cage again, allowing sadness.

This tells us that when you think you are a hunter, at least confirm that the prey is the prey and will not kill it.

After the demon was solved, Qing Chuan woke up again, and he had turned into his youthful appearance.

"What's the situation? I don't remember that the task execution time is not more than 100 years? I have been here for more than 400 years." Qingchuan twisted every part of his body, not turning into Even knives don't know that being a human being is such a good thing.

"You also said to carry out the task. How do you carry out when you become a knife? Now is the beginning of the task. I didn't expect the original owner to leave everything to you early. He may also I don’t really want to be a knife for hundreds of years.”

Then I will? Qingchuan thought angrily.

Fortunately, he was sleeping most of the time, and the system and his monsters relieved the boredom, otherwise he would have to be forced to become autistic.

"Come, come, let's come officially once. Now release the task: build a place where humans and demons coexist harmoniously, and gain the trust of both parties. Take any role in the three skills of embroidery, makeup, and food carving. Choose one to learn and reach the master level. The host has already chosen, carving will turn the ingredients gorgeously, please become a master of food carving."

After entering the B-level world, more choices are given in terms of skill tasks, and most of them are auxiliary and deepened versions of the skills that have been learned before.

Because the master thinks that skills are not too expensive, ten birds in the forest are not as good as one bird in hand.

The main brain has always been the mother of the tasker.

"You said the plot started?"

"A big monster broke through a barrier, sneaked into the human world, fell in love with the protagonist and killed each other. The giant stone that fell from the sky just now is a monster that escaped with the big monster. And , but not just this one, several other enchantments will be broken one after another, and the spiritual energy will recover, destined to be shared by humans and demons in this splendid country. ... By the way, what do you want to do?"

"It's been hundreds of years, I've thought about it for a long time." Qing Chuan laughed, he stretched, "I want to open a tavern, selling wine, vegetables, and feelings."

"I have wine, do you have a story?"