In the past, the kitchen had a flour bin in the corner, right next to a double stove, with seasonings all around the stove. Next to it was a sink, and the stairs leading upstairs were not far from the sink. Behind was a dish rack holding all kinds of bowls, big and small.

The whole kitchen felt cramped and narrow. If there were two people at the same time, it would be hard to even turn around.

Now, after being remodeled by the system, it looks bright and spacious. The place where the flour bin used to be has been replaced by a large water jar, just like the brown, coarse porcelain jars used in the countryside when I was a child. The water inside looks crystal clear, but seems bottomless.

Next to it is still the double stove, but now it's built-in, saving space and looking nice. Pots, bowls, and utensils are neatly placed overhead within easy reach, the porcelain fine, white, and smooth—of course, still white.

Beside the double stove is a whole row of small boxes, each labeled with the name of a spice. Except for salt and Weijixian, which each take up a whole box, the other boxes have two names each. Counting carefully, there are 22 boxes, which means 44 kinds of spices, mostly common ones like star anise and fennel.

"Clack."

Brian Cooper curiously opened the box labeled thyme and sand ginger, only to find it empty.

"Looks like I was overthinking it. These must be for storing spices in the future."

Muttering to himself, he continued to look around.

Above the spice boxes are several slightly larger cabinets, also built-in, so they don't look out of place at all. Each cabinet is twenty centimeters wide and fifteen centimeters high, twelve in total, lined up side by side.

Except for the one at the very end labeled "rice," the rest have nothing written on them. On the row of cabinets behind, only the first one is labeled "eggs." Looking at both sides, it matches the first reward exactly.

Thinking this, Brian Cooper unconsciously opened the cabinet, and was surprised to find it full of rice. This discovery delighted Brian Cooper, and he quickly opened the cabinet labeled "eggs" to find it neatly filled with eggs.

"System, is this a reward too?" Brian Cooper asked gleefully.

The system displayed: "This system will provide all the ingredients for the dishes the host has learned."

"But I know how to make other dishes, like shredded potatoes and so on," Brian Cooper asked, eyes lighting up.

The system displayed: "Currently, the host has mastered only one dish."

"You mean every dish has to be like the god-level egg fried rice? Then can I buy my own ingredients?" Brian Cooper tapped on the pristine glass counter.

The system displayed: "All dishes made and sold here by the host must use ingredients provided by this system. Nothing else may be brought into the kitchen."

"Alright, that's not bad. Now I don't even have to pay for ingredients myself. Anyway, I only plan to sell egg fried rice for now." Brian Cooper grinned like a cat that stole a fish.

The system displayed: "Egg fried rice is priced at 188 RMB."

"Are you freaking kidding me?"

Chapter 7: The Simplest, Tastiest, and Most... Expensive

The system displayed: "Egg fried rice is priced at 188 RMB."

"Are you freaking kidding me?"

Brian Cooper felt that even if he liked money, he was still a gentleman who made money the right way. But now it seemed the system was much more ruthless. A five-star hotel selling egg fried rice for 188 RMB could be justified, given their environment and service, but what did his little shop have?

The system displayed: "The host can first try out their own cooking skills."

It was rare for the system to make a suggestion, and just as well, Brian Cooper was itching to try the god-level egg fried rice he had just been rewarded.

He first found the rice cooker next to the sink to prepare rice. This rice cooker was strange too. On a normal rice cooker, the buttons are labeled with things like "cook rice" and "keep warm," and the better ones might have options for stewing soup or steaming dishes. But this system-made rice cooker actually had options for "rice for egg fried rice" and temperature selection.

He took rice from the cabinet, washed it clean, and after selecting the "rice for egg fried rice" option, Brian Cooper felt that this rice was a bit different from usual. He couldn't help but grab another handful.

The rice was shiny, each grain plump and uniform in size, with a clean, fragrant aroma that made you want to taste it right away.

"Looks like the system really provides the best."

"Ding."

In less than half a minute, the rice cooker signaled it was done.

"This is some kind of black technology, right? So fast?" Brian Cooper was startled. He went up and opened the rice cooker. There wasn't the expected rush of steam, but the aroma of rice wafted out in thin streams.

"It's actually cold." Brian Cooper had never seen rice that came out of the cooker already cool. This was some serious black technology.

Brian Cooper wasn't stupid, and quickly realized: "This kind of black tech setup is so I can make egg fried rice as quickly as possible."

Taking a deep breath, he took out two eggs and started cracking them. The eggs broke into the snow-white bowl, the yolks golden, the whites clear, with not a trace of fishiness—on the contrary, there was a faint, delicate fragrance.

Whether it was the rice or the eggs, neither was ordinary.

"Clang clang."

In that instant, it was as if the god of cooking had possessed him. Brian Cooper's movements were smooth and fluid, every action textbook-perfect, his mature face showing the unique charm of a serious man.

How long does it take to make a bowl of egg fried rice?