What Do You Mean, the National Banquet's Head Chef Got Blacklisted by the Entire Internet?

“This golden fried rice is absolutely perfect... Come over to my place tonight and give me a private lesson, would you?”

In the VIP room of a top-tier Michelin restaurant, the cool and aloof female director blushes as she hands me a room card and a contract offering a three-million annual salary.

My name is Shen Zhou. I had just transmigrated and already earned a certification for banquet-level cooking skills. I thought I was about to marry a rich, beautiful woman and reach the pinnacle of life.

Who knew an alarm would suddenly flash wildly in my mind:

[The Host's cooking skills are off the charts. Mistakenly classified as a 'Max-Level God of Cooking'! To maintain balance, 'Hell Mode' has been forcibly activated!]

The next second, a glaring red light flashes on the tablet in the female director's hand. I've become a disgraced figure blacklisted by the entire industry!

The female director turns on me and throws me out. Food delivery platforms can't find my name, and every short video I post gets deleted.

As the System keeps upgrading, even when I go to the wet market to buy a slab of pork belly, the vendors are so terrified they shut up shop on the spot!

Other people's Systems are cheat codes. Mine is trying to ruin my life?!

You think a living person can be forced to the end of their rope?

I grab a battered iron wok and charge straight into the Jiefang Road night market.

They block me from using legitimate platforms? I'll make foodies drool all over the internet through word of mouth, and late-night food bloggers will pack the intersection until there's no room to move!

They cut off legitimate supply chains? I'll dive into the black market and sell directly, forcing arrogant five-star head chefs to go undercover and queue until they question their life choices!

They bring in the city inspectors for a joint crackdown? I'll play by the rules of the streets and turn the night market into my absolute domain!

From the icy female director to the mysterious female customer, from culinary industry authorities to street-food connoisseurs, every last one of them will obediently clutch a bowl and queue up to the Second Ring Road in front of my Number Three stall!