Poor rich beat the world with system

The next morning, Liu Yang opened the door early as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

The success of yesterday's bowl of noodles had given him a sense of achievement he hadn't felt in a long time, and he was even contemplating how to make the soup base more fragrant in his dreams.

Not long after opening the door, the delivery guy he had 'revived' yesterday arrived with two of his colleagues.

Their momentum was like a pyramid scheme recruiting new members.

This time, he was in high spirits, shouting loudly as soon as he entered:

"Boss! I've been dreaming about that bowl of noodles! Guys, I'm telling you, this is definitely the best noodles I've ever had!"

"Come on, Old Wang, you were raving about it yesterday," a tall, thin delivery guy curled his lip, "How good can a small shop like this be?"

"That's right," another round-faced delivery guy chimed in, "Can it compare to the signature noodles at Fumanlou?"

"Come and see for yourself," Old Wang said mysteriously, "You'll know if I'm telling the truth after you've eaten."

Liu Yang found it amusing; this scene was like a pyramid scheme, wasn't it?

But since it was his second time making noodles, he wasn't as nervous as yesterday.

"Let's see how I'll do this time..." Liu Yang muttered to himself.

The cooking knowledge provided by the system played automatically in his mind like a movie:

The ratio of the broth, the heat control for the noodles, the cutting skills for the ingredients... Everything was as clear as if he had done it hundreds of times.

While boiling water in a large pot, he first prepared the ingredients. Green onions, cilantro, and chives were cut with a knife that wasn't yet sharp enough, but at least they were neater than yesterday.

This time, he specifically adjusted the soup base formula: first frying the scallions, ginger, and garlic over low heat to release the fragrance, then adding special cooking wine and a pinch of white pepper, and finally, adding water to simmer.

In no time, an appetite-stimulating aroma wafted out.

"What is this smell?" The round-faced guy sniffed hard.

"Old Wang, just smelling this, I believe you!" The tall guy couldn't stay calm either.

Liu Yang's mouth curled up slightly as he put the prepared noodles into the pot, accurately calculating the time. The lesson from yesterday told him that cooking the noodles half a minute longer would make them too soft, and half a minute less would make them too hard.

Three minutes later, he skillfully lifted the noodles out and rinsed them in cold water to set their shape. This time, the noodles were golden in color and full of elasticity. Matched with the green cilantro and golden chives, just the appearance was enough to whet one's appetite.

Finally, he poured the steaming broth over the noodles, the steam carrying a mouthwatering fragrance.

When the three bowls of noodles were served, even the two delivery guys who came with a skeptical attitude had their eyes fixed: the milky white soup was clear and transparent, the color of the noodles was just right, and the garnish was both beautiful and tempting.

This appearance could directly go to Michelin for promotional photos.

The two new delivery guys first took a skeptical bite, and then...

"Wow! This soup is so fragrant!" The tall guy looked up, his eyes wider than his extra-large safety helmet, "Old Wang, you really didn't brag this time!"

"The noodles have an amazing chewiness!" The round-faced guy was even more dramatic, his hand shaking as he held the chopsticks, as if he had been invigorated by the noodles, "This taste is even better than those shops advertising 'ancestral secret recipes'!"

"What do you think?" Old Wang raised his chin triumphantly, like a pyramid scheme leader who had successfully recruited new members, "I told you, I even dreamed of this bowl of noodles saying 'Miss me, didn't you?' last night!"

"Well, you've joined the cult," the tall guy joked, but his chopsticks never stopped, as if he was afraid someone else would drink up the soup.

"Join the cult?" Old Wang grinned, "So are you guys my little apprentices now? Hurry up, it won't taste the same when it gets cold!"

In the blink of an eye, the two bowls of noodles were empty, not even a drop of soup left, and they almost licked a hole in the bottom of the bowl.

Liu Yang just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the discussion of a few passers-by at the door:

"Hey, why are all the delivery guys here?"

"Probably their rest station. How good can a small shop like this be?"

"Yeah, look at the sign..." A white-collar worker with a bag pointed at the fading sign, "I think it's definitely just a place to make do."

"Let's go, the 'Fumanlou' up ahead looks well-decorated..."

A well-dressed lady stood at the door and peeked in.

Seeing the greasy tables, the yellowed walls, and the old fan creaking back and forth, she frowned and instinctively took half a step back:

"Oh... It's a rest station for delivery guys. Sorry to bother." She said, pulling her companion to leave, her tone full of disdain.

"Ma'am, don't go! This isn't a delivery rest station..." Old Wang tried to retain them.

"No, no, we have an appointment at 'Fumanlou'..." The lady waved her hand repeatedly and left without looking back.

Liu Yang leaned on the bar, looking around the dilapidated shop, sighing inwardly.

"It's time to clean up," Liu Yang looked at the room full of "historical relics" and sighed.

From the layer of grease on the floor that could dance square dances to the "modern art" woven by spiders on the walls, it was a living "restaurant archaeology history."

That night, he rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

Rags and cleaning agents became his closest allies, and even the mop that had long been hiding in the corner was forced back into the battlefield.

The grease on the walls seemed to complain: "Bro, I've been here for half a year, and you're going to wipe me out!"

After three days, the shop was transformed.

The seasoning pots never thought they would see the light of day again, the electric fan no longer swayed like it had Parkinson's, and even the tables stood firm, straighter than he, the boss.

During the day, he made noodles for the delivery guys, and at night, he fought the grease, making his life fulfilling.

Watching the shop become cleaner every day, he became more and more motivated.

This feeling was like leveling up and fighting monsters in a game—

Only his instance was this small shop, the monsters were various stains, and the equipment he got was good reviews.

Liu Yang took off his sweaty apron, looked at the transformed shop, and couldn't help but show a trace of a proud smile. The struggle of these three days finally turned this "archaeological site" into a decent restaurant—at least customers wouldn't mistake it for a visit to an exhibition of cultural relics anymore.

But soon, he fell into a new anxiety.

"Do I really think I'm a noodle shop owner just because of a bowl of noodles?" He muttered to himself sarcastically, his gaze sweeping over the menu on the wall covered with grease. The menu was densely filled with names of dishes, but the ones he could really present were probably less than the fingers on one hand.

Twice-cooked pork? The taste of what he used to cook was like an artifact dug up from an archaeological site. Shredded pork with green peppers? It was like a "green pepper martial arts conference," but for some reason, they all ended up as charcoal. Boiled fish? He even doubted that the pot of soup could be collected by the environmental protection agency as a cleaning agent.

"No, I have to save all these dishes!" Liu Yang clenched his fist, "The system has given so much knowledge; I can't just know how to cook noodles, can I? At this rate, I don't know when I'll be able to accumulate enough reward points."

He stroked his chin, planning for tomorrow: "How about... starting with twice-cooked pork? Anyway, those delivery guys are like pyramid scheme members now; it's just right to try new dishes on them..."

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt like a mad scientist using diners as guinea pigs.

But then again, at least he was a "mad scientist with a system."