A food lover is suddenly killed by a food truck after winning the number 1 food gourmet title and he meets a certain  god(who am I to keep you waiting it s a god who's domain is?? keep waiting haha)     who do you think he is????    system included and also anime worlds (about food).     
will be adding chapter introducing MC and his original word and other characters.         updates will be random since I need to a research about countries and anime s food

I am a weeb just so you know was gonna go for a Chinese type of thing but I changed my mind cause I’m not Chinese so I took my spin on system Chinese martial arts genre so yeah 

MC:Kain; likes novels read lots of Chinese martial arts  food: kid is extremely handsome like author(ego risingUWU) abused verbally and a bit physically by cousins never knew love be cause always been sick, parents died brother took care from rich family hated him
Kain is something else... 

System: coping system system created by Cain unconsciously helps like all systems scans martial techniques and other stuff can do variety of things  blessed by creation

Others also


NOTE I AM NOT SICK JUST FOR PLOT NOT BASING KAIN OFF MY LIFE except for my handsomeness(Ego overload!)

Cha In-soo and the security guard team could get out of Xinjiang Uyghur after visiting a training camp in Tarim Basin at the end and could rest at the Tibetan training camp in the Kunlun Mountains, Tibet, which was near the Pamir Plateau.
While traveling to Tibet, they conducted some operations, such as attacking the oil field near the Taklamakan, to turn the eyes of Chinese forces from tracking down Uyghur camps.
When the oil field was attacked, the Chinese government's operation to root out Uyghur militias seemed to flinch, but it was only for a moment.
The battle between the Chinese forces and the militias continued without ceasing.
The militias used to be busy running away from the Chinese forces before, but they now showed bold moves like attacking battalion-size troops unhesitatingly, which startled the Chinese side. Not only that, but they also showed strategies and firepower equal to that of a regular army.
No matter how many troops were mobilized, it was difficult to root out the militias appearing and vanishing out of nowhere in the mountains with their guerrilla warfare.

The performance of Tibetan armed militias was no less than that of the Uyghur militias.
They were playing the Chinese forces that were not yet adapted to the environment of the highlands with their guerrilla warfare.
Moreover, with the joining of Cha In-soo's private military company's mercenaries, they were winning against the Chinese forces.
Originally, the mercenaries were to be in charge of the logistics only, but they soon became in charge of training the militias, but now their scope of activities was expanded to directly participating in battles.
It was because the local militias they trained were greatly defeated initially, so they had to step forward to show how everything was done.
When the warriors that were specially trained joined, victories from here and there began to be shouted out though they were small-scale battles.


The most outstanding place was the Southwestern Tibet.
It was where so many people were sacrificed from the end of the '50s and the beginning of the '60s due to public uprising.
As the voluntary militias there were highly motivated, they performed amazingly when weapons and training were given. They attacked the Chinese troops and police without fear to repay the past sufferings.
It seemed Tibetans had been compliant with the Chinese government's policies, but it turned out they were more fierce than the Uyghur militias.


Since the armed struggles began, there had been many casualties from the Chinese side as well as the militias' side.
It was indeed overwhelming to fight against the forces of the Chinese Army with the militias who only trained for a week or two.
Nonetheless, the reason that they were able to fight equally against the enemy was their will of freedom that did not fear death.
They felt ashamed that they bowed down to the Chinese government's oppression for the past 60 years. As the Western countries and Kazakhstan were fully supporting them, it was their last chance to be independent.
Their identity as a nation was becoming unclear. As they would have to live as Chinese forever at this rate, they were fighting viciously.


"It looks like the sacrifice of the militiamen is too much. Aren't they overdoing it?"


Although no battle could end with zero casualties, Cha In-soo wanted the militiamen to do it moderately as it was such a waste to lose men who could use weapons.
The already outnumbered militiamen were decreasing and the gap was getting bigger.


"No matter how much we warn them, they become reckless when in battle. When their comrades are down or killed, they rush to the enemy without hesitating."


The employee of Cha In-soo's military company shook his head as he explained.
Despite their short training period, their will was stronger than any other regular soldiers.
Their reckless and daredevil-like attacks were able to intimidate the Chinese troops so far.


"What about their families? They will blame us to have overly driven them when they're dead."

"That's not true. There had been women volunteers who applied to become a militia to avenge their relatives. They don't blame us."

"Even women are applying?"

"Their number is increasing, so many people are applying that we got complaints from the farming industry that there are not enough left to farm. In rural areas, people don't even have enough food to get by. I think we should supply even combat rations."

"Did you request assistance from the headquarters?"

"They said they sent a plane, but the quantity won't be enough. They can only send so much by a propeller plane."


It was a lean year in Tibet last year, Tibetans were suffering poverty as the Chinese government did not provide food supplies. Moreover, Chinese troops were even intentionally burning crops.
It was intended to stop food supplies to the militias, but it became a crucial reason that allowed Tibetans to turn their backs on China.


***


"Man, is this dude determined to live in Tibet forever? And why is he asking to send so many combat rations?"


Youngho, who was reading the combat ration request lifted his head.


"I told you not to let him go alone. You thought In-soo would come back soon as it was planned with his personality? If I were with him, I would've dragged In-soo back home after spending a reasonable time looking around."


Park Jong-il had a long face as he also wanted to go with In-soo from the first place.


"Oh, I doubt that. You two think you are still in your 20s, but just know that you'd be a burden to the young people."


As Youngho snapped, Jong-il changed the subject.


"So, what do we do with the starving people from the shortage of food? Shouldn't we inform the global society and get assistance?"

"Who will step up freely? Everyone's afraid of losing China's favor."


The U.S. was giving financial aid only, but it was hard to expect Europe's participation in the independence of Uyghurs or Tibetans. It was because there would be economic damage if countries lost commerce with China.


"They won't get anything when the Uyghurs and Tibetans become independent in the future."


Xinjiang Uyghur and Tibet had abundant underground resources, so if they became independent, many countries would be interested in them.


"That's for later. First, find a way to send combat food. Get help from the US CIA if you can."

"The US CIA only needs to pay. We've got enough quantity here."

"There would be too much loss if we send them by plane."


Planes were under anti-aircrafts guns, and many times, supplies were damaged and lost.


"I'd like to mobilize nomadic people. What do you think?"

"How much can the nomads carry? Also, would Chinese troops overlook them?"

"We've been able to keep our exchanges with the local militias because of the nomadic people who were adapted to the alpine region. Besides, neither the Chinese troops know the routes that are used by the nomads nor they were accessible by vehicles. It's hard to even breathe, so how can the Chinese troops endure it?"


Most of the Tibetan territory was not developed and many of them were uninhabitable.
Two-thirds of the territory had an elevation of 4500 meters, so even the oxygen was thin.
Nomadic people who had adapted to living in such sterile areas still lived grazing their livestock. Tibet was a hard place to be active for people who had not been adapted to the alpine region.
It seemed possible to use the nomadic people for logistical reasons.


"Can they digest the amount needed for Tibetans?"

"If we give enough money, we'd be more than welcome. We'll at least have to try."

"Then we can also utilize the nomadic people around Xinjiang Uyghur as well."

"If we have success in Tibet, we shall do that."

"All right. I'm going to operate the combat ration factories all over the country at their full capacity, and you can recruit nomadic people to be in charge of logistics."


Regardless of the quantity of the supplies, it was a job to give hope to Tibetans and to show a willingness to help them until they achieved independence. It was an encouragement reward.


***


It was decided that the supplies and food would be moved by the nomadic people.
Although not a large quantity was transported at a time, when they were supplied to Tibet through the Pamir Plateau, Tajikistan, it allowed a breathing room for the people, giving them hope.
Such hope soon turned into anger toward the Chinese government.
It was because a rumor was spread that the Chinese government was planning to wipe out Tibetans. It was because it had burned Tibetan crops, which was a huge mistake.
Then the world media began criticizing its inhumane conduct, saying that it was the holocaust of the 21st century.
Regardless of independence, as Tibetan people who were struggling with a shortage of food, all joined the protest against China.
As a result, a suicide bombing terrorism occurred. Some people chose death over ethnic annihilation.


On the other hand, Chinese who had been dominating markets in Tibet were suffering, too.
Violence against the Chinese in the streets continued and the stores and restaurants run by Chinese were frequently burned down.
The rage of Tibetans was going extremes and out of control.
This movement was soon spread to ethnic minority groups in Western China.  
Although they were minor ethnic groups, they were more than Uyghurs or Tibetans in number.
As minor ethnic people acted out, the Chinese government was embarrassed.
They had been thought to have been assimilated into the Chinese culture, but it was not true.
They were forced to adapt to Han people's culture under the disguise of the government's positive discrimination policy.
It was good news to Youngho because when the Chinese government's focus was divided, the independence struggles in Xinjiang Uyghur and Tibetan would not be as difficult as before.
However, the problem was that the method of the independence struggle was corrupted.
Youngho and Park Jong-il was contemplating over the issue of terrorism. 


"We should refrain from terrorism as much as possible if we want to be recognized by the global community… At this rate, they'd be treated as radical Islamists or Buddhists."

"There's nothing like terrorism to let the world know China's ethnic obliterate policy. They're only doing this against the Chinese military and police, so that's a relief."

"Please don't allow any terrorism against civilians."

"Don't worry. They're acting rationally at least for now."

"Well, I think the situation is ripe. Consider sending the Royal Bodyguards there."

"We should disguise them as mercenaries, right?"

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Allison:
"I'm hungry mommy." 

Allison and Micah were walking down 116th street towards their brownstone. Allison looks down at her beautiful son, the only thing that came out of her crazy marriage to Jerome. He was the same light complexion as hers, and he had big expressive brown eyes almost like he was the character in an anime. 

Micah had big curly hair that she kept in a ponytail and it spilled down his back and made him look like a girl. She had wanted to cut his hair several times, but Jerome wouldn't let her, saying that his sister was going to braid it up and make it look cute. Something that she soon realized wasn't going to happen, Jerome just refused to let her cut just because she wanted to cut. He didn't want her doing anything that wasn't his idea.

 "Okay baby, what would you like to eat? Mommy hasn't bought a lot of groceries yet so I can see what we have and cook or we can go out to eat." 

Micah scrunched his little face up like he was thinking hard. "I want to go out," 

Micah said jumping up and down. Allison smiled down at her son, "Okay little man what would you like? Do you want IHOP, Chipotle, or Chinese?" 

Micah started hopping like a bunny, "look, mommy, I'm a bunny, and this bunny wants chi bees." Allison tried not to laugh at her sweet little bunny. She knew he meant to say Chinese not chi bees. But, he was only four years old he was still working on his grammar. "

Okay baby let's go to the small Chinese spot near our house and grab something to eat.

Allison and Micah walked a few blocks past their house to the restaurant Ho Lei Noodle. She liked the name it was a great play on words and she hoped their food was just as good as their name. They stepped in and she liked the look, there were about two to three tables off to the side so a few people could either sit and wait for their food or the could actually eat in.

 Then, of course, the order window and the kitchen behind it where the cooks were preparing tasty dishes. Allison grabbed one of the little paper takeout menus that were in every takeout Chinese restaurant. 

"Welcome to Ho Lei Noodle. What would you like to order?" Allison looked up ready to order and froze.

"Allison? Oh my God, what are you doing here? 

Daniel wiped his hands on his apron and walked from the kitchen to the front. Allison froze with her hand on her mouth and tears streaming down her eyes. "Daniel! I can't believe that it's you. What are you doing here." Daniel hugged Allison, kissing her on the cheek. 

He was going to stand and talk a minute until he heard Guo one of the night cooks yelling in Mandarin about something. Daniel looked at Allison and sighed, "hold on Allison I'll be right back." 

Allison nodded excited that Daniel was here, she hadn't seen him in so long. He looked amazing, and she had missed him so much. Then she looked down at herself and immediately felt self-conscious. Her hair wasn't done, it was just hanging in a ponytail down her back. She was just wearing some gross sweats because it was the weekend and she wasn't slated to go to work. This was the one day she wished that she looked better.

Daniel appeared back at the window, "okay Allison sorry about that, I had to put out a figurative fire." 

Allison smiled, that was Daniel Mr. fix it. "So, what are you up to now Daniel, are you a cook here?" 

Daniel, looked at himself for a moment and his smile almost slipped. He felt self-conscious for a minute, he wondered if she thought that he was just a regular short order cook. Would she still want to be his friend or hang out with him? 

"Yes, for the most part, I'm helping my mom out. She owns this restaurant and she hurt herself, so I've stepped in to help her until she could get back on her feet."

Allison, smiled her eyes lighting up, "So, your mom finally opened the restaurant she always dreamed about. That is awesome, how does your dad feel about it?" 

Allison watched the shutters come down over Daniels' eyes. She remembered his mom wanting a restaurant being a big bone of contention with his dad. Daniels dad felt that his wife should stay at home and be a good little housewife. He felt that his coworkers would look down on him if they found out his wife was a "short order cook" as he called it. 

"My father sad that it was okay for her to have it once I started college. He felt that it would give her something to do, now that I was an adult. So, when his coworkers or employees ask him about it. He says he's indulging her, letting her play around with it now that I'm an adult." Allison nodded her head, understanding.

"So, Allison what are you doing here and who's this little guy?" 

Daniel pointed to Micah. "I'm not a little guy. I'm a big boy." 

Daniel and Allison looked at each other and laughed. "I moved here about a month ago, and this is my son Micah. 

Micah this is mommies friend Mr. Daniel. Say hello to him." Micah looked from his mom to Daniel.

 "Hi, Mr. Daniel." Micah waved his little hand. "Hi Micah, it's nice to meet you." Daniel then looked at Allison, "So, where's your husband, is he meeting you here?"

Daniel knew he'd said something wrong when he saw Allison flinch and a flash of fear enter her eyes and just as quickly she masked it. If he hadn't been watching her and hadn't known her so well, he would have missed it. 

"I'm divorced. It's just Micah and I here." 

Daniel nodded, but inside he was jumping for joy and cutting cartwheels. This time he was going to get to know her again and let her know the new him. He hoped that they could rediscover their friendship and possibly more if he had his way. 

"Mommy, I'm hungry." Allison smiled down at Micah, okay baby let's order you some food." Daniel smiled and picked up his pen and pad, "Micah what would you like? I'll cook it myself." Daniel wrote down their order and did just what he said, he cooked it himself. 

"Here you go, Allison and Micah." Daniel passed them the bag of food, putting extra fortune cookies in for Micah. "So, Allison do you live near here?" Allison paid for the food. 

"Yes, I live about two blocks from here I bought a brownstone." 

Daniel smiled, "nice so do you still have the same number?" There went that flash again, Daniel wanted to know what Allison was so afraid of. 

Why was she scared, he was determined to find out and take care of her the way she took care of him all through high school. 

"No, I changed it. Let me write it down for you." Allison wrote it down then grabbed Micah's hand and told him to wave goodbye to Daniel and she walked out. 

Daniel was stoked, he had his best friend back and she was single. It was God's way of telling him that he finally had a second chance with the woman he truly cared about. Daniel quickly saved the number in his phone and shot her a quick text message so that she now had his phone number. Daniel pumped his fist and went to finish cleaning up the restaurant

Who would have ever thought that an Asian man and a Black woman could ever fall in love.




No I  don't own the rights to the cover. All rights belong to the creator.

All events are fictional, anything resembling actual events is truly coincidental.

"Are you alright? I'll go look for HEI BU and ask him to... " Lu Yuxi had not even taken a step when she was pulled back by old Madam Nuo.
"I'm fine. There's no need to call for them. It's just that I accidentally bumped into them. It's not a big problem. It's just that it might be my right hand, so I can't prepare lunch. "
Lu Yuxi did not know what was going on either. "Then what should I do now? "
"Sigh, there's no other way. It might be more convenient for you here, so I'll have to trouble you. " Old Madam Nuo looked like she was in a difficult position, but in fact, her plan was already half-completed.
"Alright, it seems that this is the only way. But Old Madam, how do I make it? Is it Chinese food or Western food? " Although old master Nuo was British, perhaps his habits would change because old Madam Nuo Ate Chinese food, so it was better for her to ask clearly.
"We still prefer Chinese food. Let's make Chinese food. Let's make a more auspicious number. Let's make 22 dishes, which means that they will be in pairs. " At the thought that Lu Yuxi had already taken the Bait, old Madam Nuo could not help but snicker Lu Yuxi had almost noticed her several times.
"okay, I got it. " Lu Yuxi kept feeling that something was strange, the feeling of being pulled into a trap.
But fortunately, she had the ability to cook this meal well.
"Young Lady, you can cook, right? " Old Madam Nuo asked tentatively.
"It's alright, just a little bit. " Lu Yuxi really felt that the culinary skills she had learned in her previous life were not in vain.
"young lady, it's already 9:30. According to past practice, Chinese food is always time for my son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren to come back for dinner, so I must finish it before 12 o'clock. " Old Madam Nuo's challenge escalated.
However, it did not stop Lu Yuxi. "Old Madam, don't worry. Two and a half hours is enough. "
Old Madam Nuo looked meaningfully at Lu Yuxi's expression. The young lady was quite confident. However, even if she knew how to cook, there would still be difficulties in the dishes. I would like to see how amazing the daughter-in-law my grandson chose was.
"The kitchen is here. Everything is in the refrigerator, and the seafood is in the oxygen pool at the back. " Old Madam Nuo did not hold back on this point. She introduced everything and deliberately delayed the time.
The kitchen was very big. It was ridiculously big, and there were several refrigerators. When Lu Yuxi opened the refrigerator, it was full of all kinds of vegetables and meat dishes.
"Alright, I'll stop here. I'll leave the rest to you. I'll go out and wait for your good news. "
Only then did Lu Yuxi react. It turned out that old Madam Nuo had used a trick to trick her, to test her cooking skills. She could actually see through it now.
If this was a test, she felt that it would not be as simple as testing her cooking skills. She had to find someone to ask.
"Eh, why did you follow me out instead of cooking? " Old Madam Nuo asked in confusion.
"It's like this. I want to talk to Hei Bu for a while. It'll be done soon. "
"alright then, hurry up. We're all waiting for your dishes, " old Madam Nuo said mischievously.
"Yes, I know. "
Back in the hall, Lu Yuxi suddenly felt a little wronged. She was preparing to cook so many dishes, but at that time, she was actually leisurely reading the newspaper.
"Hei Bu, " Lu Yuxi called out in a low voice, a little emotional.
Hei Bu did not turn his gaze to her. Instead, he continued to look at the things in his hands. "Yes. "
Even though he was a little unconvinced, he still leaned close to his ear and asked, "Hei Bu, do you know... "

Her wedding had also become her funeral.
Her stepsister and her fianc�� had gotten together at some point in time. It turned out that they had been the ones who had done it all along. She had been disfigured, raped, plagiarized, and her father had died in an accident.. All of this.. It turned out that they were the ones who had done it all.
She really regretted trusting the wrong person and misunderstanding the person who loved her... ...
After being reborn, she returned to her high school days.
She became a Straight-a student, won a grand prize, fought against the stepsister, confessed to the scumbag, and got lost. Her sister's lies were all broken. Faced with the shadow of rape, she came to recruit them. The chicken was braised with mushrooms, and a grand party was held. She made a name for herself. She was strong. She opened a shop, bought land, and earned a lot of money to be a boss But in front of him, she was a little woman that he doted on.
"Hei di, madam ran out again. She said she wanted to earn a lot of money to buy milk powder. "
Blue veins popped up on the man's forehead. "Here it comes again. Bring her back and open a bank for her. "

Turning back to the ingredients section, Xia Yu found that with IGO online, he could buy whatever he wanted.
In Tokyo, the average delivery time was 2 hours.
Even local specialty stores in Osaka and Hokkaido, which sold special flavor food ingredients, could deliver them to your home through special express channels the next day.
Of course, there were extra shipping fees for urgency. Xia Yu seriously suspected that IGO had built a global food logistics network. Japanese Black Cat Delivery seemed to only serve ordinary people. IGO's chefs obviously had other channels.
IGO online made Xia Yu's view of Tokyo and even the world shake at once.
He knew that the world was not as simple as it seemed.
However, he did not expect that IGO, a high-energy international food organization, had appeared in the world.
Wasn't that to say that there may be a real chef god in the world who could use legendary ingredients to cook incredible dishes that could enhance the activity of human cells, made life evolve and prolong life span?
Moreover, IGO appeared, so the rival of this international organization, the powerful dark power 'Gourmet', may also exist.
There were all kinds of food hunters.
Could we say that there was an unknown food industry besides the normal world?
Thinking of that, Xia Yu could no longer calm down. He could not help asking Shinhara, "Mr. Shinhara, have you ever been to the Gourmet World?"
Who knew that after this question, it caused the middle-aged man to look at him like he was looking at an idiot.
"Do you really believe in those fables? The God of Food does exist. His disciples established the international food organization. However, after the end of World War II, the God of Food disappeared. Many people said that the God of Food actually broke the void and went to another vast food world. But according to IGO's internal information, the God of Food actually lives in a corner of the world and enjoys his old age."
"Who is the current president of IGO?" Xia Yu asked.
"A guy who is good at cooking with all kinds of spirits. He's not old. You will see him." Shinhara chuckled.
"Then Mr. Shinhara, is there anything beyond human common sense in this world? For example, chefs being good at martial arts, having powerful fighting power, demons in their bodies, being able to knock down an armored tank with one blow..."
"…"
After his question, there was a long period of silence from Shinhara.
"You've got a big brain hole, young man. The world is not as exaggerated as you think. There are always things that science cannot explain. But it is certainly not as you think." Shinhara held his forehead. The corner of his mouth was twitching.
Xia Yu reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed that the high-energy force system of 'Captive of Gourmet' had not been transplanted. Otherwise, chefs could do martial arts. Who could stop them? If it was like this, he could understand why IGO was not as powerful as the original novel in this world.
Without superhuman power, food hunters could not fight against the armies of other countries.
The IGO in the world was just another form of the United Nations, which had become a place of political struggle among great powers.
There was something else hidden in Shinhara's original words that he could hear, so Xia Yu was not actually at ease.
Whatever.
His ridiculous thoughts had stopped. Despite the flood, the restaurant must be operated. He could not lose the bet to the little girl Rina.
"Is this my old man's bank card?"
Xia Yu glanced at the last object in the metal suitcase. He took it and flipped it over to see.
"Yes!"
"Only a million yen in the card!"
With a pair of 'I sympathize with you' eyes, Shinhara looked at Xia Yu, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "This is the order of your old man. It has been bound to your IGO account. Work hard. If you have something to ask, you can call my personal phone number..."
The middle-aged man dressed as a detective left his phone number and waved as he walked away.
A million yen!
What the h*ll!
Xia Yu was holding the bank card. He cried without tears.
This amount was about 60,000 yuan.
He carefully calculated in his heart. His own store did not need rent. He was the only worker with no expensive salary. First of all, he had saved a lot of money on the operation cost of the small restaurant.
In IGO's online food stores, there were a large number of [Tokyo Seafood and Aquatic Products]. 
A large fresh salmon, at the price of 4000 yen, was much higher than the price of the ordinary seafood market.
The processed mentaiko, that is, the roe of the finfish, had been pickled with chilli and spices. It was a semi-finished food ingredient. Each small box was 2000 yuan.
Xia's restaurant mainly engaged in Chinese cuisine and could not use expensive aquatic seafood for now. Xia Yu looked for a long time in the app store before he saw a food ingredient shop that was mainly engaged in freshwater fish called Aohara Fish Market.
Because of the sea and abundant aquatic products, the Japanese seldom ate freshwater fish.
Of course, this was also related to Japanese living habits. The muddy taste of river fish was too heavy, and it was unpalatable if it was not properly cooked. The freshwater fish that the Japanese ate most was carp. 
However, it was not the carp raised in the pond for aesthetic purposes, but the carp raised in the spring water deep in the mountain. It was directly used as sashimi. It was fresh and fat, and the price was far higher than many sea fish.
Xia Yu was afraid that he could not find a freshwater fish's food store online. After all, there were many Chinese dishes that needed to use freshwater fish.
For example, the 'squirrel-shipped bass' cooked for the two Chinese female tourists last night could not be made without freshwater fish ingredients.
"The old man has been using IGO store to buy food materials, right?"
Another doubt in his heart was finally solved.
Over the years, when he came back from school in the evening, the kitchen was always full of all kinds of fresh ingredients, but Xia Yu never met the supplier who delivered them to this restaurant. The old man must have deliberately let IGO's delivery personnel stagger the time to avoid him who was not part of the world at that time.
It could be a form of protection.
After all, Xia Yu, the original chef, never showed his talent. But in the recent week, Xia Yu used his actions and achievements to make the old man change his mind.
Buy whatever he wanted!
First, he arranged the menu for the next week. Since there was a ready-made IGO food store which was convenient and fast, and the quality of the food was very high, he was too lazy to care about the price.
He was the chef and the restaurant manager. If he did not use the best ingredients to reduce the operating cost, in Xia Yu's opinion, it was a sign of self-harm!
It was better to raise the price of each dish in the menu rather than to use the ingredients that reduced the quality of the dish.
Didn't you see that 'Misty House' of Inui Hinako and restaurants opened by the graduates of Togetsu buy food ingredients in the IGO market? As a business operator and chef with pursuit, he had to sacrifice his capital. This was also being responsible for his culinary arts and guests.
He bought the ingredients for three days at a time. The refrigerator in the restaurant was not big enough. Otherwise, Xia Yu would buy all the ingredients he used for a week and store them.
"Your account balance is..."
In a flash, his card lost dozens of yen, and Xia Yu could not help looking up at the sky with tears.
Could one million last until April? 
Perhaps not!
At the moment, Xia Yu's mind was full of thoughts on how to maximize the use of this capital to earn his first bucket of gold so that the restaurant could continue to operate.
These ideas were summed up to one thing: the use of one million yen.
If the capital was used up and the business situation of the restaurant was not getting better, his bet with Rina would surely be lost.


Xia Yu made a wish to eat until he vomited. And this particular wish brought him to a completely strange spirit world which was full of cuisines.
What, Chef God System?
"You need to not only satisfy normal people's appetite but also all kinds of devils and ghosts. Use your food to move them!" the old man said to him coolly.
So, Xia Yu would never stop running on the road of becoming a Chef God.
 

After figuring out this, Zhai Hua was able to relax totally and she fell into a deep sleep. She did not hear a single word of the remaining conversation between Shi Qing and Qiao Nan.
By the time Zhai Hua woke up from her sleep, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. There was a fragrant smell of food in the Qiao family's residence. Shi Qing's voice could be heard in the distance. "Qiao Nan, hurry up. I am starving! I am still growing and developing. I have to eat a lot every day. If not, I will not grow up well."
"Developing? Do you think you are going through another round of development? Your digestion and metabolism are too good. I have to prepare six meals a day for you! You have your snacks in the afternoon, but now you are hungry again…" Qiao Nan was close to tears at the number of times that she had to serve food for Shi Qing. She had never seen a young lady who had such a good appetite. No matter how much she ate, she would not put on weight. It was so irritating!
If Shi Qing would put on weight from eating too much, she would want to lose weight and cut down on her food intake. In that case, she did not need to prepare so many meals for her.
"Are the meals ready? I am hungry as well." Zhai Hua yawned and walked lazily toward them. "Egg fried rice? Alright, I will make do with it."
"…"
"…"
Shi Qing and Qiao Nan rolled their eyes. Nobody intended to invite Zhai Hua to join them to have the egg fried rice. How dared she find fault with the rice! Zhai Hua behaved like Miao Jing when she first came to her house. They were indeed mother and daughter. 
"Sister Zhai Hua, you are the deputy battalion commander. People like you should have the best. The egg fried rice is mine. Maybe you can go back to the Zhai family's residence. There will definitely be fish and meat dishes waiting for you!" Shi Qing was famished, yet she still had to share her food with Zhai Hua. Besides, since Zhai Hua seemed to disapprove of the food, Shi Qing had no wish to give her any. 
Since she did not like the food, she should not have them. She already did not have enough to eat!
"A guest should suit the convenience of the host. I will have whatever the host prepared. I should not be picky. Isn't this how a soldier should behave?" Zhai Hua was unhappy. Did Shi Qing, the little girl, intend to have all the food to herself? Even if the food was not nice, she would not let Shi Qing have them all to herself. Shi Qing had to pay for badmouthing her just now.
Shi Qing watched helplessly as half of her food was given to Zhai Hua. She glared at Zhai Hua angrily. "Why are you here? You slept the whole afternoon away at the Qiao family's residence and now you snatch my food from me. Let me warn you. Don't go overboard!"
"What can you do to me?" Zhai Hua acted like a hooligan. "Let me give you a piece of advice. You should dig in. If I feel hungry after finishing my food, I will have yours."
"Crap…" Shi Qing was anxious. She had no time to waste. She devoured her rice quickly.
She had no way to get her food back if it was indeed snatched away from her.
Zhai Hua sipped some green tea after filling her stomach. She burped slightly, satisfied with the meal. "Was this the fried rice that you prepared for my mom last time? After going back home, she asked the helper to prepare it in the same way. It was a pity that the helper could not get the taste right. My mom got tired of it after trying a few times. It tastes different from the fried rice that is sold outside. Did you add preserved vegetables?"
It was obvious that the fried rice had preserved vegetables.
"Yes. I like to prepare it in this way." Qiao Nan would prepare it according to her preferences. "I prepared the preserved vegetables by myself." 
"You are indeed virtuous." A lot of effort was put into preparing the egg fried rice. Qiao Nan prepared everything by herself. Perhaps men would want to look for wives like Qiao Nan. "Zhai Sheng is fortunate. Old Master will reach Ping Cheng soon. It's time to settle the engagement between the two of you."
"This is a good piece of news. Sister Zhai Hua, it is rare that you bring good news with you when you visit the Qiao family's residence. You left me with a bad impression after what happened last time." Shi Qing smiled. She would welcome Sister Zhai Hua if she would bring good news with her every time she was here. 
"It has been one or two years ago, yet you remember them so clearly. You are so petty." Qiao Nan was the person who was bullied, not Shi Qing. Why did Shi Qing bear grudges against her? "Qiao Nan, I am sorry for what happened in the past." 
Zhai Hua had owed her an apology for years. Zhai Hua felt more at ease now that she had said her apology. 
"Actually, I came here today for a reason. Whenever my mom is in a bad mood, she will feel better after she goes to your place. Can you have a talk with me? If not, I may fall sick from being so vexed. One should be happy when in love, so why is it that I feel so vexed?" 
"…"
Qiao Nan and Shi Qing turned silent. Sister Zhai Hua was indeed here because of Wei De.
The difference was that this time, Sister Zhai Hua did not ask Qiao Nan for help. Instead, she was here to seek her advice. 
Qiao Nan thought for a while. "Shi Qing, bring me the Chinese chess set that your dad gave to me. Sister Zhai Hua, I suppose you know how to play Chinese chess?"
"Of course. The old master brought me up. Even if I do not know how to play Go, I definitely know how to play Chinese chess." Since a young age, she was 'trained' by the old master. How could she not know how to play? 
"Alright. Shall we play a game of Chinese chess to clear our minds?" Qiao Nan took the Chinese chess out of the box. "Do you want to go first or shall I go first?" 
"You can go first, lest you say that I bully you," Zhai Hua said proudly.
Qiao Nan accepted it smilingly. She took out the red chess pieces and placed the chess pieces on the chess paper. Zhai Hua took out the black chess pieces. The red pieces would make the first move.
Qiao Nan started the game by moving her cannon.
Zhai Hua then moved her horse.
Qiao Nan took the offensive from the start of the game. She used the strategy of Pan Tou Ma.[1] The game started off quickly.
In the blink of an eye, Zhai Hua felt that her chess pieces seemed to be trapped.
"Who taught you how to pay the Chinese chess? Is it your dad?" Zhai Hua thought that it would be easy to defeat Qiao Nan. Even if she allowed Qiao Nan to have a huge advantage over her, Qiao Nan would not be able to defeat her, let alone letting her take the first move. 
However, Qiao Nan was pretty skilled. She did not seem like a layman in Chinese chess.
"In the past, Elder Lee would play chess with me. I have some interest in it. Whenever I am free, I will borrow some books related to Chinese chess from Elder Lee." Qiao Nan commented as she made her move. 
"…" From what she knew, Qiao Nan was very busy. Apart from coping with the hectic life in high school, whenever Qiao Nan was on holiday and was free, Elder Lin would bring her around for her to hone her skills and to gain relevant experience. 
Qiao Nan had been busy like a bee, yet she still had the time to learn Chinese chess and enrich herself.
Unlike Wei De…
She had told Wei De long ago that the old master loved playing Chinese chess. If he was able to play chess with the old master, he would at least be able to leave a good impression on him.
She even taught Wei De briefly about Chinese chess.
However, after learning the different moves in Chinese chess, Wei De gave up learning Chinese chess. He felt that it was too difficult and taxing on the brain, and that he could not master it.
[1] One of the offensive strategies in Chinese chess that allows the player to play by ear and change one's strategy flexibly in order to counterattack the opponent.


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

The name of the medical book was "Ten Wicked Diseases." Wang Yao took a close look at the antique book. The material was neither paper nor gold. It was the same as the books previously given by the system.
He browsed through a few pages and was immediately in love with the book. He stayed overnight to read the book. What a wonderful book!
The content was different from "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases," but had some similarities.
The "Ten" in the name of the book meant to be extreme. Ten wicked diseases meant extremely wicked diseases, such as trauma, intoxication, and ulcer. All the cases documented in the book were hard to treat. If Wang Yao had obtained this book earlier, it would have been easier to treat those 10 patients.
The book contained medical cases and treatment methods, including herbal prescriptions. Each case was different. However, the description of symptoms was in great detail.
Is it dawn yet? Wang Yao looked through the window and found it was already early in the morning.
What about the formula? What is this? Connection ointment!
As soon as Wang Yao saw the name of the ointment, he thought about the famous Black Jade Connection Ointment in a well-known kung fu novel.
The ointment could stop bleeding, reduce inflammation, connect broken bones, and fix the damaged muscles and tendons.
It was not hard to get the meaning of stopping bleeding and reducing inflammation. Connecting broken bones and fixing damaged muscles and tendons was significant. Of course, it didn't mean that it would help one regrow an amputation.
The formula contained Panax notoginseng, Draconis Sanguis, hyssop, Wuteng, Bajiaotong, Guiyuan, and Feilaifeng.
There were four licorice roots in the formula. Wang Yao had three of them in his herbal field. Feilaifeng was a new licorice root. He opened the system's medicine shop but didn't find that licorice root available.
"System, what can I do to obtain Feilaifeng?" Wang Yao asked.
"Upgrade," replied the system.
One single word. The system hadn't changed.
It was a nice and sunny morning. Wang Yao left Nanshan Hill early to fetch something from home. He loaded the trunk of his car with stuff and drove to Lianshan town center.
He visited his aunt, uncle, and a few friends. Next, he drove to Haiqu to visit Wei Hai and Secretary Yang's mother.
Secretary Yang's mother was very glad to see Wang Yao. She didn't expect Wang Yao would visit her. She chatted with him for quite a while.
"You look fitter and fitter," Wang Yao said.
"Thanks to you," she said with a smile. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Yeah," Wang Yao replied.
"You must let me know when you are married," Secretary Yang's mother said.
"Sure," Wang Yao said.
It was already getting dark by the time Wang Yao returned from Haiqu. Since it was getting closer to the Chinese New Year, the atmosphere of celebration was getting stronger.
Zhang Xiuying was busy with chores. Wang Yao helped his mother. He rarely went to the clinic.
Sun Yunsheng came to the village on the 27th of the first month of the lunar calendar to deliver a report on the soil sample to Wang Yao.
"Sorry, the person I asked to do the job for me had something urgent to do, so the report was delayed," Sun Yunsheng said.
"That's alright. Thank you for bringing it to me," Wang Yao said.
He invited Sun Yunsheng to have lunch at his home.
Wang Yao read through the report. This laboratory did a thorough analysis. Something in the report raised his attention. This laboratory detected a horrible virus in the soil that could badly damage the surrounding plants and spread.
Microorganism? No one in the laboratory had seen this microorganism before. The virus was horrible because it was unknown to people. It could cause serious problems if it spread. Wang Yao needed to figure out a way to destroy the virus.
On the 28th, Wang Ru returned home. It was Chinese New Year's eve.
Firecrackers went off everywhere in the village. Wang Yao and his family made dumplings for dinner. They watched CCTV's new year's gala together. Everyone was happy. 　　
Another year had passed. Everyone was one year older.
Wang Yao didn't return to Nanshan Hill. He stayed at home watching the New Year's gala on TV with his family. The show seemed to get worse year by year, but people still watched it habitually.
In Beijing, people were as busy as usual. Su Xiaoxue was having dinner with her family.
"Xiaoxue, do you have a wish list for the new year?" Su Xianghua asked.
"Yes, I want to go out more to learn things," Su Xiaoxue said.
"What do you want to lean?" Su Xianghua asked with a smile.
"That's my secret. I can't tell you now," Su Xiaoxue said.
"Fair enough," Su Xianghua said.
In a cottage not from Su Xiaoxue's house, Chen Ying and her brother were celebrating the new year. She thought it was the happiest day of the year because she spent the day with her brother. She had cooked a banquet.
"Sis, you don't need to cook so much food. It's too tiring," Chen Zhou said as he was helping his sister.
"I'm very happy," Chen Ying said.
It was a happy thing to spend the most important day with the most important person in her life. It was a peaceful and cozy evening.
Wang Yao received a lot of phone calls from his old schoolmates, friends, and some patients who knew his contact number. They gave him their best wishes.
"Happy New Year!"
People were greeting one another. They said these three words all the time.
The next morning, the villagers visited one another to send their best wishes. Some villagers were ready to go on holiday.
Wang Yao spent the day with his family. He only visited relatives.
Du Mingyang came in the morning to pick up Wang Ru.
Wang Yao carried a big pack of food onto Nanshan Hill.
"San Xian, Da Xia, happy new year! And, you, Xiaohei, come here. I brought you guys a lot of nice food," Wang Yao said.
He had brought a large number of different meats.
"Take your time, and don't rush." Wang Yao patted the dog and eagle with a smile.
"Happy new year," Wang Yao said to the well-grown herbs in the field.
The herbs seemed to understand what Wang Yao said and started to swing.
"Ha-ha!"
Most people visited their relatives on the first day of the Chinese New Year. On the second day, according to local custom, the villagers needed to worship their ancestors buried in the cemetery.
Both of Wang Yao's uncles came in the morning. They went to worship their ancestors together. They set off firecrackers and burned paper money. The sound of firecrackers was everywhere nearby.
Wang Yao's uncles stayed at Wang Yao's house for lunch. They drank a lot. His youngest uncle complained about his life, as usual. The other uncle bluffed about what he had been doing.
It was no wonder there was an old saying that every single one of the dragon's nine sons was different. None of Wang Yao's uncles were as nice and honest as his father.
Both uncles got a bit drunk after lunch. They went home by bicycle.
One of them had quit his job and started his own business. However, he failed. He was even in a worse situation than when he was employed. The other one just didn't cherish the opportunity to hold a good position in a good company.
Wang Yao was speechless about his uncles. His father was concerned for them. However, everyone had their own life. Wang Yao and his father had done their best to help the uncles.
People went to see their parents on the third day of the Chinese New Year.
Wang Yao was not married. Normally, they all went to his grandparent's house on the third day of the Chinese New Year. However, it was different this year. They didn't go anywhere. Instead, they waited for Du Mingyang to come.
"Are you available tomorrow?" Zhang Xiuying asked.
"Yes," Wang Yao said.
"Let's go and visit your grandparents tomorrow," Zhang Xiuying said.
"OK," Wang Yao replied.
From the first day to the fifth day of Chinese New Year, Wang Yao spent most of his time visiting relatives, eating, and chatting with various people.
Most companies and organizations chose to start operating on the sixth or eighth day of Chinese New Year because six and eight were lucky numbers in China.
Wang Yao returned to his clinic on the sixth day. He didn't burn any money paper or set off firecrackers. He simply unlocked the door of the clinic.
He didn't have any patients during the day. Most people wouldn't go see a doctor before the 15th day of the Chinese New Year unless their condition required immediate attention. Wang Yao didn't think it was a good idea to delay treatment.
Chinese New Year had just passed. For some people, worry never went away.
For example, Wu Tongxing and his brother asked the family doctor to take a look at their father every day, although their father was not keen to see a doctor during the Chinese New Year.
After the Chinese New Year, Wu Tongxing and his brother wanted to invite Wang Yao to see their father again.
"I'll go to Lianshan as soon as possible," Wu Tongxing said.
"You'll be very busy at the beginning of the year and need to contact Dr. Wang regularly," Wu Tongrong said. "Maybe you could hire a reliable person to keep in touch with Dr. Wang on your behalf as they did for Su Xiaoxue."
"Hmm, good idea. I'll find a reliable person," Wu Tongxing said.
Wang Yao received more good news after the Chinese New Year. He had been elected as one of the prominent doctors in the county. Therefore, he had completed the mission from the system.
Ding! Om!
Wang Yao's phone rang. He saw a strange number on the phone.
"Hello," Wang Yao said.
"Hello, Mr. Wang," the person on the other side of the phone said.


In an inaccessible village, there were a few houses on the hillside. 
People from far away were attracted here and the mountain road was crowded with luxury cars, because, in this town, there was a young man with incredible medical skills  who could cure all kinds of illnesses!

Henry Abbe had a fashionable Chinese name - Henry Wang.
It was a meaningful name to him. When he had just arrived in China, he didn't know what kind of name he wanted to have. At the same time, he wanted a powerful surname. He had been seeing the surname 'Wang' on the news frequently and he felt that this surname was definitely something special. Hence, he gave himself a 'Wang' in his name.
Those that knew him well addressed him as Elder Wang.
Each time a Chinese addressed him, they would smile at him. He felt that the Chinese were friendly like the people mentioned in the ancient stories.
However, what he didn't understand was that whenever he wanted to stay with a friend, the males would always reject him as if he was a ghost. That left him confused.
In the end, he found out the reason from his friend. People were afraid of staying with those that had the surname 'Wang'. That was because the surname was too powerful and people felt pressured.
Henry Wang stood before a stall and looked at it. The shop owner had great skills and a lot of tricks. Then, he shook his head because the aroma and looks of the food were too unbearable.
Perhaps the taste would be amazing as well, however, it was still not as good as what he had dreamed about.
Was he really not going to find amazing food?
Those that were awarded the Michelin Star were food from exquisite stalls. However, this situation was pretty scary to those rating the stalls. They had been trying to develop a new scoring matrix to stop awarding Michelin stars to exquisitely designed stalls. What they really wanted to find was something that had an unforgettable taste.
When he was prepared to leave, a conversation between two Chinese youngsters attracted his attention.
"Sigh, I really want to eat Master Lin's scallion pancakes but it's a pity that they're so difficult to buy."
"Me too. They only sell ten scallion pancakes every day and the queue is so long. If only he increased the daily limit."
"Dream on. The taste of Master Lin's scallion pancakes is really the most unforgettable delicacy in my whole life. As long as I can eat it once, I would be satisfied for the rest of my life."
…
Henry's Mandarin was perfect and he could understand what the two Chinese men were talking about. He was stunned.
Scallion pancake?
He knew about this delicacy. It was simple and cheap. It was also a filling dish. Of course, it was a snack mainly just used to fill one's stomach. He felt that it wasn't worthy of being a well-known delicacy.
However, he decided to find out about it after seeing the expressions of the two Chinese men. He wanted to find out how delicious it was. How could they crave for it so much?
"Hi, I am Henry. May I know what scallion pancake you guys were talking about earlier?" Although Henry's Mandarin was good, he had a weird accent and people were bound to laugh when they heard it.
However, since a Caucasian had asked about it, they had to answer him. "You don't know about Master Lin's scallion pancakes?"
"I don't know. That's why I asked," Henry replied.
The two of them couldn't take it anymore. Which Chinese class did he go to? Why was his accent so hilarious?
"Master Lin's scallion pancakes of Cloud Street are really famous in Shanghai. As long as you've been here for some time, you would know his shop," a man said.
Henry was still curious, "It's really famous? Is it really delicious?"
"Yes. It is really delicious. You haven't eaten it before, right?"
"Nope."
"Then, you should go and try it. As long as you try it once, it'll let you have an indescribable feeling. The scallion pancake might even be glowing."
Henry was stunned.
Glowing
"Glowing food? Isn't that from Chuka Ichiban?" [A Japanese manga] Henry always felt that Chinese people were able to exaggerate their descriptions of a lot of things. He had never seen any food that would glow.
After discussing further.
Of course, Henry had been convinced by them. He really wanted to see the glowing scallion pancake for himself. Furthermore, it would even cause him to have an indescribable feeling after eating it.
Any magical food would make Henry curious about it.
Of course, he had been cheated a lot of times.
Previously, a Chinese man introduced him to a delicacy known as the 'smelly beancurd'. The one and only time he tried it was a traumatizing experience.
"Thank you. I will look for it," Henry thanked them.
The two of them laughed after Henry left. Then, they started talking again.
"How long do you think he needs to queue for?"
"I don't know. If he's unlucky, perhaps a month."
"Hey, I hope he won't get chosen so soon. If not, it would be even more difficult for us to get it next time."
"That's true."
To some of the people in Shanghai, Master Lin's scallion pancakes at Cloud Street were insanely scary. Those that managed to buy it on their first try would always think hard about it before deciding if it was worthy of eating it.
Because once they tried it, they wouldn't know how long they would have to queue for to try it again.
At Cloud Street.
Lin Fan laid there leisurely. This time, he felt great after being crowned the hero of the migrant workers.
Even those praises online made him feel a little embarrassed.
However, he was spending the Encyclopedic Points a little too quickly. Even though he felt a little wasteful, everything was worth it.
He had to do it to suppress their cockiness.
He called Zhao Ming Qing.
"Teacher, what is it?"
Lin Fan said, "Ming Qing, I have to tell you something."
"Teacher, go ahead."
"I think the foundation materials that I prepared based on Chinese Medicine should receive more attention. It can let every student learn it seriously. What do you think?"
Zhao Ming Qing replied, "Yes, yes. Teacher, you're right. Don't worry. I will test some of the concepts of the foundation materials."
Lin Fan smiled, "Alright, that's good. I'll hang up now."
Recently, the increase of his Encyclopedic Points was a little slow. It looked like the Chinese Medicine materials that he had prepared weren't really well-liked by the students.
He felt that he had to do something about it. He wanted Zhao Ming Qing to push the students further so that they would work harder. After all, this would help to increase his Encyclopedic Points.
The Children's Welfare Institute was also pretty decent. All 365 of the children were really hard working. They had helped Lin Fan to earn quite a number of Encyclopedic Points.
Of course, the Encyclopedic Points from Chinese Arts and planting were slowly increasing.
He felt that table tennis seemed like a good game. It could train a person physically and the parents would just have to let the children come out to play so that they would be active. It looked like he had to teach the kids something new so that they could have more fun.
With their brilliant minds, they would definitely be able to become incredible table tennis players.
However, the education level of the Children's Welfare Institute wasn't built yet. He had to wait for some time before its completion.
The standards of some of the children's Chinese Arts had been increasing. The consumption of the Little Intelligence Pill was simply not a joke.


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

In the artificial woods next to the landfill...
Today, there were piles of empty bottles and empty packing bags stacked in the open space, with each packaging bag covered with English.
"We got this much?"
Zhang Zian was taken aback. Although he knew that this dog food had been fully launched on the market, the speed of expansion was still beyond his expectations.
"Every brother returned with one," Little White explained.
To find out how well this dog food is accepted in the market, Zhang Zian specially asked Little White to get the stray dogs to ​pick up the empty packaging bag of this dog food along with the bottles from the landfill.
The stray dogs were unhappy about this because empty bottles were important to them as dog food and chicken legs. What would this empty bag be used for? It was better to pick up an extra bottle than to retrieve an empty bag.
There were almost two or three hundred bags of the same type on the empty ground, and there would definitely be more in the future.
"What's wrong with this dog food?" Little White didn't understand the purpose of picking up these empty bags, but he forced the stray dogs to come back with them, one by one.
Zhang Zian picked up an empty bag with a branch and groaned, "It's not easy to say now, but be careful. If stray dogs pick up this kind of dog food and it hasn't been eaten, tell them not to be greedy."
Little White nodded and passed the order through his superiors.
At that moment, Zhang Zian's cell phone rang.
"Hello?" He answered the phone.
"Hello? Zhang Zhang? I'm Wei Kang. The results came out for the two kinds of dog food you asked to be tested," Wei Kang said.
Zhang Zian was pleased and said, "Please go on, I'm listening."
He had simultaneously sent two bags of dog food to Wei Kang. One was the domestic dog food that was usually used, and the other was the American dog food Qi Tong gave him. Both were submitted for inspection and comparison.
"I know you're anxious to know the conclusion, but let me talk about the test results first. Both types of dog food meet the GB / T 31216-2014 full-priced pet food standard issued by China. Specifically, this American dog food is much better than other domestic dog foods in terms of crude protein, crude fat, crude fiber, and other major indicators such as trace elements and lysine. On the health indicators that you particularly emphasize, the contents of heavy metals such as fluorine, arsenic, and lead are less than or equal to the national standard. The total number of aflatoxins and bacteria is also less than the national standard. No salmonella was detected, and the microbial community met the national standard. I will take a picture of the detailed report and send it to you later."
Wei Kang was reading out the test report given by his colleague according to the original text.
"That means... everything is normal?" Zhang Zian confirmed with hesitation.
He already expected this to be the result because this dog food had legal import and export procedures, which meant that this product had passed the quarantine of Chinese customs and met the requirements of Chinese law.
"Yes." Wei Kang replied affirmatively. "The other bag of domestic dog food is also qualified, but most of the indicators are slightly worse than this imported dog food. Of course, our school's food safety and engineering specialty is not the top in the country. I haven't done a dog food test before this. If you're still unsure, I can help you contact other more professional agencies. "
Zhang Zian was a little indignant, but what could he do about it? This time, Wei Kang asked his school colleagues as a favor to help test it. Colleagues who decided to help him because of his reputation would've been less attentive than usual. Even if they switched to other institutions, they would have likely reached the same conclusion.
"What about aflatoxin, salmonella and other toxins and bacteria?" He asked.
Wei Kang asked, "What do you mean? There are many types of toxins and bacteria. It is impossible to detect each one. National standards only specify these two types and the total number of bacteria, so I can only say that based on the test result, both dog foods meet national standards."
Zhang Zian was speechless.
True, there were so many kinds of toxins and bacteria out there. If you didn't specify a specific name, how would have the inspectors checked for it?
Wei Kang especially emphasized that this American dog food is legal and complies with Chinese laws. Even if he did find some minor faults such as the dog food containing a trace amount of certain harmful bacteria, no legal action could be taken against this dog food as long as the bacteria total count didn't exceed the standard.
Zhang Zian understood that this was Wei Kang's way of kindly reminding him not to do something he is unsure of.
"I see. Professor Wei Kang, I still have a question... can you detect the main meat component of this American dog food?" He asked next.
He heard the sound of pages turning coming from the phone.
Wei Kang said, "This has also been tested. The meat composition of American dog food is more complex. At least four categories of chicken, duck, fish, and beef have been detected. Chicken includes turkey and beef, which includes wild beef. The fish contains salmon and cod. There are also some grounded and finely grounded meats, although we don't know what animal it's from."
It wasn't a bad thing for dog food to have complex meat ingredients. Many dog ​​foods even used this source of meat to diversify the protein mix to ensure balanced nutrition.
As for the finely ground meat, it probably consisted of grated bones and internal organs. This was also considered a routine operation. Many imported dog foods at medium and high prices also included finely ground meat that wasn't labeled. This dog food was so cheap; it would've been impossible if this ingredient is not present.
Zhang Zian had nothing else to ask. It seems that he was overthinking it. Maybe this American dog food was worth its price after all.
He previously suspected that the ingredients of this dog food might include the meat of stray cats and dogs. Although this possibility couldn't be completely ruled out, the probability was already very low.
What's more, what would happen if the meat of stray cats and dogs was included? National standards do not stipulate that dog food cannot be made from dog and cat meat. At most, he could only blame manufacturers for their immorality.
"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?" Wei Kang asked.
"No, Professor Wei Kang. Thank you for your help." Zhang Zian quickly thanked him.
"No problem. Anyway, the laboratory is not busy during the summer vacation," Wei Kang laughed. "I'll hang up first and contact you if something happens."
"Alright."
Zhang Zian hung up the phone and stared silently at a large empty bag out in the open.
"How was it? Do we still have to find this empty bag every day?" Little White saw that Zhang Zian didn't look pleased and didn't want to disturb him, but it was not easy for his brothers to pick up such waste in the hot weather. If they can do away with this labor, it was the best.
"No, it's enough."
Zhang Zian shook his head and barely squeezed out a smile. "It seems that not everyone can be Sherlock Holmes. It's a waste of money to try to pin down a suspect because of a little baseless suspicion."
Vladimir comforted him, "It doesn't matter. Bold assumptions and careful verification have always been the strategic purpose of our work. Besides, these dogs are so lazy!"


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

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