Five-star chef Huang Lei opened his eyes and found that he had transmigrated into Mushroom House, becoming Chef Huang, whose carefully cultivated public image had fallen apart.
He had planned to use his cooking skills to turn things around, but then the System gave him a reward.
“Hello, I’m the Star Chef System. The dishes you make will randomly lose stars. If your guests still praise them, you’ll receive an entertainment-industry reward!”
So the green beans tasted like pesticides, the eggs like crab, the roast chicken like charcoal, the pork knuckle like liquor, the cold noodles like shoe soles, the sausages like octopus, and the tomatoes like soap.
The celebrity guests took one bite and found themselves in a living nightmare, caught between a rock and a hard place, on pins and needles, with a lump in their throats.
But Huang Lei had too many good things at his disposal, so they could only praise him through their tears.
Qi Wei: “Eating Teacher Huang’s cooking reminds me of my grandpa.”
Sun Leilei: “Teacher Huang has a unique way of cooking.”
Weijia: “The chicken may be black on the outside, but it’s so tender.”
He Jiong: “Who says these beans are old? They’re amazing!”
Huang Lei: “All right, that’s enough. Come over and collect your rewards.”
