Obediently put two hundred yuan into the cash box, and it disappeared in an instant, leaving only twelve yuan. This scene made Brian Cooper's heart ache, but thinking about the fact that he was eating imperial tribute Xiangshui rice, Kobe eggs, and the like, he felt a little better.

After all, I'm someone who eats imperial tribute food now, I can't be so stingy.

"System, I think we're selling too cheap. Why don't we raise the price a bit?"

Thinking that he could only get a ten percent cut, which meant he only got 18.8 per serving, and with such precious ingredients, selling so cheaply made Brian Cooper's heart bleed. He immediately suggested it.

System displays: "Host level too low, cannot set prices independently."

"......"

"How many levels are there in total, and do I get a bigger share at higher levels?" Seeing the mention of levels, Brian Cooper immediately thought of the profit split.

System displays: "Level too low, full effect not available. Chef level details can be unlocked at level one."

"Forget it, it's fine. Anyway, I don't pay for ingredients or rent, so 18.8 is pure profit." Brian Cooper looked at the lobby outside and reasoned with himself.

"Wait, system, why are there only eight chairs outside? Are there no more chairs?" He suddenly noticed that except for the curved long table with chairs, the rest were all taken up by flower racks.

Wanting to have more tables and seat more people for better business, Brian Cooper couldn't accept this.

System displays: "Host level too low, only eight can be unlocked."

Such a straightforward and unpretentious explanation, but Brian Cooper really felt like hitting someone.

"Can I buy more chairs? I think I can squeeze in two more over there." Brian Cooper looked painfully at the long table with only four chairs in front and asked.

System displays: "If not provided by this system, food cannot be served to them."

"Fine, whatever."

Brian Cooper simply complained about the system, and at that moment, a new task flashed through his mind.

[Task One]: Sell one hundred bowls of god-level egg fried rice within seven days. Timer starts now. (As a junior kitchen god, a hundred bowls of egg fried rice is a small case.)

[Task Reward]: God-level egg fried rice set meal

"What does the set meal include?" Brian Cooper cut straight to the point.

System displays: "One serving of god-level egg fried rice, one plate of pickled radish, one bowl of seaweed soup."

Normally, seaweed soup and pickled radish are free in shops, but now with these two added, they dare to call it a set meal. Brian Cooper curiously asked, "So how much is the set meal priced at?"

System displays: "Please complete the task first, host."

As soon as the words fell, Brian Cooper noticed that the countdown for Task One had already started.

"Are we opening for business today? I haven't even ordered a signboard yet." Brian Cooper looked at the system's timer in surprise.

System displays: "As a level zero, you are not eligible to hang a signboard."

"If there's no signboard, how will anyone know what I do?" Brian Cooper was already too lazy to complain, having been looked down on by the system for his level all this time.

This time, the system didn't answer Brian Cooper's question, only the timer kept ticking down, and a sense of urgency welled up.

He looked down at his short-sleeved T-shirt and dark blue casual pants.

"Looks like I need to change clothes."

He went upstairs and started rummaging through the wardrobe again. The white chef's uniform wasn't Brian Cooper's style, especially since it had "Golden Qilin Hotel" printed on it, which obviously wouldn't do.

At the bottom of the box, he unexpectedly found a set of Hanfu. He had ordered it right after graduation, when he got into Hanfu. The style was simple, with a top and skirt, narrow sleeves suitable for daily wear, and the colors were dark green and dark blue—stain-resistant and easy to wash.

Putting on the long-unworn Hanfu, he felt instantly refreshed. Standing in front of the mirror, Brian Cooper thought he looked quite refined.

"Knock knock knock"

He quickly went downstairs.

Brian Cooper took a deep breath, looked at the high-tech kitchen and the simple, elegant lobby, and strode forward to open the main door.

There were few pedestrians on the street outside. He sighed and muttered to himself, "Alright, looks like I'll have to rely on other methods."

At nine in the morning, the warm sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps between tall buildings.

"Brian Cooper opened the door? You look really sharp today, where are you off to?" Next door, Mr. Foster was the first to notice Brian Cooper opening the door. She poked her head out, her thin face smiling as she greeted him.

"Good morning, Auntie Foster. I'm planning to open for business today." Brian Cooper smiled politely in response.

Mr. Foster was surprised at first, then suggested, "You should put two flower baskets at the door, it'll be more eye-catching that way."

"Thanks, Auntie Foster. I just called before opening, they said they'll deliver them soon." Brian Cooper's eyes were fixed on the pedestrians on the street, thinking about how to sell a hundred servings of egg fried rice.

"What are you planning to sell? Auntie Foster hasn't had breakfast yet." Mr. Foster could tell from Brian Cooper's look that he was worried about business, and as a neighbor, she asked.

"Well, I'm only selling fried rice." Brian Cooper thought about it and decided not to mention the price, to avoid having to explain.

"No problem, Auntie Foster will have fried rice too. Just bring a bowl over." Mr. Foster figured Brian Cooper was new to business and a bit shy, so she simply placed an order.

Of course, she didn't ask the price. In Mr. Foster's mind, on a small street like this, how much could a bowl of fried rice cost? Probably just ten or eight yuan.