How to Turn Wasabi Ice Cream into Chemical Warfare

From then on, he discovered this bug, which could be called a "cheating artifact." No matter how outrageously he cooked—

Forgetting to add seasonings, not controlling the heat well, or even cutting his fingers while chopping vegetables—

The system could turn these "disasters" into "works of art."

This is even more willful than when he squandered his family's fortune in his previous life.

Back then, no matter how much money he burned, he still had to follow the basic rules.

Now, the system has directly upgraded him from a "kitchen killer" to a "Michelin light."

Let's delve deeper into the culinary knowledge imparted to the protagonist by the system:

Liu Yang found that the system could not only correct his mistakes but also subtly instilled various top-tier culinary knowledge into him:

- The control of heat in Sichuan cuisine

- The knife skills of Cantonese cuisine

- The seasoning secrets of Huaiyang cuisine

- The theoretical foundation of innovative dishes

- The ultimate meaning of ingredient pairing

This knowledge flowed into his brain like a stream of water, transforming him from a spendthrift rich second-generation into a connoisseur of fine dining.

He not only knows how to do it but also understands why to do it.

"This is basically an 'express chef class' with cheats!" he couldn't help but marvel.

In his past life, no matter how extravagantly he gambled, it was just a matter of winning or losing.

Now, not only does the system cover for him, but he also gains a wealth of top-notch culinary knowledge for free.

It's like having dual cheats— even if he accidentally burns a dish, not only does the system correct it, but he can also eloquently explain the origins and details of the dish to others.

No wonder Xiao Li always says that his lectures are more professional than those of the cooking school teachers; who can withstand this!

The system silently operates in his mind, like a diligent food encyclopedia, always ready to empower this "fake chef." This operation is simply elevating "quick culinary success" to new heights.

Xiao Li still doesn't understand why his boss, who sometimes cooks in a flurry like a novice chef in a documentary, can serve dishes that make diners praise.

He even suspects that there is something wrong with his taste buds, after all, who would have thought that a plate of stir-fried vegetables that looks terrible could make the food critic at the next table write a 2,000-word review.

And every time Liu Yang sees such a scene, he can't help but want to laugh—

This is probably what is called a "cheat life," where even mistakes can be beautified into art by the system.

If his friends who are still spending money in luxury clubs knew that he is now running a small shop thriving with this kind of "cheating" method, they would laugh so hard that they would spray champagne into the sky.

"So..." he stroked his chin, his eyes shining with the same gleam as when his group of friends saw a beautiful woman,

"If I follow the recipes in this book and have the system enhance them, can't I create a batch of 'divine dark dishes' that people love and hate?"

Thinking of this, he almost laughed out loud.

This feeling is more thrilling than when he was racing on the track in his previous life.

The only difference is that now he is taking diners on a ride with their taste buds.

The worn-out cookbook in his hands seemed to be reborn, with every page exuding a "dangerous" aura.

If Hu Jing knew that his "dark dishes" were reborn in the hands of a cheater, he would not know what to feel.

Liu Yang carefully closed the book, afraid that this "treasure" would suddenly disappear.

Tomorrow, he will let those diners see what "the sublimation of despair in taste" means.

After closing the book, Liu Yang took out the system's account book from the drawer.

Leaning over the table, he began to check the system's reward points from the past two days.

Staring at the numbers on the system's account book, he showed the same silly smile as when he won a lot of money in the casino.

Unlike his past life of squandering money, this time he calculated more seriously than an accounting firm—

After all, the rewards given by the system are much more attractive than his father's pocket money.

"Still 22 points short..." He poked the number with the tip of his pen, as if prodding an imminently exploding time bomb.

These are not ordinary 22 points, but the last step to "the master level."

If his friends from his past life knew that he is now excited about these points like a high school student who just passed an exam by the skin of his teeth, they would probably laugh so hard that they would spray champagne onto the ceiling.

Tomorrow's menu needs to be changed.

He picked up the "dark cuisine" Bible, his eyes flashing with the madness of a mad scientist.

Brother Hu Jing's recipes are tailor-made for him—

Anyway, with the system's enhancement, even pouring mustard sauce on ice cream can make guests taste the feeling of Michelin.

He calculated that at this rate, he might be able to expand the shop to the size of Fu Man Lou by the end of the year.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a strange snicker—

If Xiao Yuanshan from Fu Man Lou knew that a former rich second-generation who is cheating by cheating was about to be on an equal footing with him, he would be so angry that he would smash his ancestral frying pan.

The system's account book glowed under the desk lamp, and the string of numbers seemed to wink at him: Come on, make a fuss, see what else you can come up with~

Seriously, if his father saw him now, he would think that his son was not reincarnated through the past but was brainwashed by some cult.

But whatever, anyway, he is ready to go all the way on this "dark cuisine" avenue.

The early morning sunlight lazily crawled into the shop, illuminating the brand-new menu on the wall.

Two art students were staring at the menu, their expressions as if they were deciphering some code left by an alien civilization.

"Is this... really a menu?" Xiao Wang held his paintbrush in mid-air, looking like a primary school student who had been called up to the blackboard by the teacher but didn't know how to solve the problem.

Ah Qiang was even more exaggerated; he didn't even notice when his sketchbook dropped to the floor, his eyes fixed on the dish names.

As art students, they had seen a lot of modern art, but the "avant-garde level" of this menu simply刷新ed their understanding.

"Pepper deep-fried silk?" He read the dish name, his voice trembling, "Is this stir-frying or playing with fire?"

"Sweet and sour pepper chicken... mustard ice cream..." Xiao Wang muttered quietly, "Boss, are you sure this isn't a menu for a horror novel?"

They looked at each other, thinking that if this menu were to be painted, it might become a "modernist" masterpiece in the culinary world.

Just looking at these names could scare people's taste buds into a psychological shadow.

This wasn't a menu at all; it was more like an ultimate guide on "how to innovate in ways that send customers to the hospital."

The two art students held their pens, not daring to breathe.

They had painted landscapes and sketched people, but they had never painted a menu that could make people break out in a cold sweat.

Xiao Li stood by, wanting to speak but hesitating, his expression more tangled than when he first started serving dishes.

He looked at the terrifying dish names and then at the calm boss, wondering if the boss had watched too many horror movies last night.

"Boss..." He finally couldn't help but speak, "Will customers really dare to order these dishes?"

Liu Yang looked as carefree as if he was talking about the weather:

"Just draw, make it look good."

His tone was as relaxed as if he was asking them to paint a landscape, not a menu that might make diners roll their eyes on the spot.

The two art students looked at each other, probably wondering if they had walked into the wrong scene—

They thought they were here to help in a restaurant, but they ended up being involved in an artistic revolution of "dark cuisine."

"How about..." Ah Qiang weakly raised his hand, "we make the dish names a bit more artistic? Like 'The Love of Peppers Blossoming in the Dawn'?"

Liu Yang's eyes brightened: "Great! That's the feeling we want!"

Xiao Li, listening to this, rolled his eyes, thinking that this was madness leading artists to jump off a cliff together.

But looking at the boss's confident demeanor, he felt that perhaps he was too conservative—

After all, hadn't the boss's previous "whimsical ideas" eventually become the shop's signature dishes?

Xiao Li stood in the corner, watching the two art students working hard on their drawings, his heart more unsettled than a roller coaster ride.

It wasn't that he doubted the boss's abilities; it was just that this "dark cuisine" menu was too creative—

So creative that he began to consider whether he should update his resume in advance, just in case he had to say goodbye to the restaurant soon.