Black Egghead Garlic Clove? Send Him Home to Eat Peanuts!

A pot of clear soup with a rotten black braised egg

would naturally turn into a foul-smelling broth.

But you couldn't exactly pour it out in front of everyone, so you could only leave it to the professionals.

As a chef, Chen Liang knew this all too well.

And so.

"Hello, Agent John? I'll send over a black braised egg tomorrow. Please have him eat a peanut, if you would."

"Of course, sir! I'd be glad to!"

"Hello, Lieutenant Aaron. A friend of mine overseas says someone hit him. It was a piece of dark chocolate."

"Don't worry, sir! I'll empty every one of my magazines until there's no chocolate left!"

"Hello, Smith..."

"Sir, we're ready to respond at any time!!"

Ding! Your prestige has won over the white people.

Ding! The black braised egg has developed a racial fear of you.

Ding! Title acquired: Dark Cuisine Chef.

Ding! Cooking level 1.

Chen Liang froze. He'd gotten so carried away cooking that he'd nearly forgotten about the System!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.