Going to the Countryside in 1970S Northeast China to Become a Master Chef

There is no intrigue, nor is there any bad guy. In order to complete the system tasks, the protagonist cooks for everyone in different ways. Sometimes it is really like a virgin. I feel like the author forgot about the system as he wrote. This food review setting is useless.

The content is okay, nothing top-notch, rather bland. But it feels like the protagonist cooks every day after going to the countryside, and everyone has paid for the house, and those who hunt are always square. Maybe I don't like this kind of protagonist.

How should I put it? It's relatively bland, not so much intrigue, and the pig's feet feel like they have no purpose.