Gourmet: I Just Stir-Fried Some Noodles, So Why Is Everyone Chasing Me?

As Lin Zhang crouched in a corner of the night market, scrubbing a rusty wok used for fried noodles, an electronic voice suddenly rang out in his mind: "Ding! The Gourmet Comeback System has successfully bound itself to you. Today's KPI: sell 100 servings of special fried noodles and earn a century-old braising spice recipe!" He looked up at the fast-food stall across the way, blazing with light, then looked down and felt the three yuan and fifty cents left in his pocket.

That very night, Auntie Li slurped noodles from a bowl and shouted, "This tastes even better than the old broth my husband has been simmering for twenty years!"

Niu Nan, who had worked overtime until ten, squatted in front of the stall and wiped away tears. "These noodles cured my three-year takeout PTSD!"

When he finally closed up at three in the morning, Lin Zhang counted his money and stared in disbelief. How had the System's busted old wok sent everyone in the whole night market into a frenzy over his cooking?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.