When the time on the wall reached the 100th day, Henry Clark was deftly scooping the fried rice from the wok onto a plate with a spoon. As he set down the wok and turned off the heat, a confident smile appeared on his face. “System, this time it should be good, right?”

The freshly cooked Yangzhou fried rice had each grain of rice perfectly coated in a golden layer of egg. Green peas, white shrimp, gray mushrooms, red ham... all kinds of colorful ingredients blended together into a dish whose colors were not at all chaotic, but instead looked bright and harmonious.

A small handful of tender green scallions was sprinkled on top, adding the finishing touch. The aroma of all the ingredients mingled together, wafting over and making Alex's throat involuntarily move.

The system was silent for a moment before speaking: “According to the standards previously set by the host:

1. Each grain of rice is distinct and perfectly coated with egg. Achieved!

2. The color is bright and harmonious, and it is appetizing. Achieved!

3. The texture is delicate, the taste is delicious, soft and firm to the right degree, fragrant, moist, and refreshing. Achieved!

4. The aroma is enticing and has a certain distinctiveness. Achieved!

All four standards have been met. Congratulations to the host for mastering authentic Yangzhou fried rice, completing the task, and receiving a +0.5 reward to physical fitness. At the same time, you have unlocked the purchasing rights for the ingredients required for Yangzhou fried rice, as well as the usage rights for the corresponding kitchenware.”

Alex clenched his fist tightly, a sense of accomplishment welling up inside him. Looking at the Yangzhou fried rice in front of him, he actually felt like he might cry.

He couldn’t even remember the last time he had worked so hard to accomplish something. As expected, the feeling of achieving a goal is the most comfortable and exhilarating.

Of course, what excited him most was that he could finally make a delicious Yangzhou fried rice for Emily with his own hands. Just thinking about the little one’s adorable expression while eating filled his heart with anticipation.

“System, can I taste this Yangzhou fried rice?” Looking at the dish, Alex, who hadn’t felt hungry since entering the God of Cookery’s trial field, suddenly felt a bit hungry.

“The host will automatically exit the God of Cookery’s trial field in five minutes,” the system said.

“Five minutes, that’s enough!” Alex quickly grabbed a spoon from the cupboard, scooped up a spoonful of fried rice from the plate, and put it in his mouth. After just a few chews, his eyes lit up.

The fresh aroma of scallions and eggs filled his nose. The shrimp and ham, cut to the size of rice grains, had an unexpectedly delicate texture. The rice, wrapped in egg, released a sweet flavor as he chewed, and the tastes of all the ingredients blended together in his mouth, constantly stimulating his taste buds. Even after swallowing, the fragrance lingered in his mouth.

This taste was simply amazing!

For the first time, he realized that Yangzhou fried rice could be this delicious!

One spoonful was nowhere near enough. Alex practically devoured the entire bowl of fried rice, even licking the last grain of egg-coated rice from his lips. Satisfied, he still felt the urge to have another bowl—it was just too appetizing.

“With fried rice like this, Xiaomi will definitely love it. As for the foodies of the Norland Continent, there’s no way anyone could resist this flavor.” Setting down the spoon, Alex savored the wonderful experience brought by this bowl of Yangzhou fried rice. The stifling feeling from repeating the same thing for a hundred days was suddenly replaced by a sense of freshness and brightness.

The five minutes passed quickly. Henry Clark felt a flash of white light before his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was lying on the big bed. He sat up at once and turned to look at Emily, who was sleeping soundly on the pink little bed beside him. Only then did the dreamy feeling in his heart gradually settle down.

Then, with some surprise, he looked at his own hands, clenched his fists, and found that they felt just like in the God of Cookery’s trial field. His body, which previously couldn’t even make a fist, had now greatly improved. Normal movement and cooking were no longer a problem.

“The system really is quite reliable.” Alex got out of bed, stretched his limbs, glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand—it was already five in the morning. Looking down at his dirty clothes, he walked over to the wardrobe in a few steps and opened it. Inside, there was only a chef’s uniform and a black loli dress. The chef’s uniform, made of white shirt material, had two rows of delicate black buttons, black casual pants, a black-and-white striped apron, a pair of white tights, a pair of black flat shoes, and a pair of little white shoes—clean and simple.

Alex took the clothes into the bathroom, took a careful shower, then used scissors to cut his wild, long, curly brown hair into a neat short style. He also trimmed his beard with scissors and then shaved it clean with a razor, leaving only a faint mustache on his upper lip.

“This is indeed the right way to go about it.” Alex reached out and touched his angular face. Looking at his completely transformed self in the mirror, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. After tidying up, he had successfully transformed from a scruffy vagrant into a stylish, refined uncle.

Now, he looked about eighty percent like his previous self, except for his physique. At the moment, his skin-and-bones appearance looked too frail. Next, he needed to eat well and do more strength training.