Traveling through various miniature worlds with a small restaurant

At noon, Lin Xiaoqian sold more than twenty servings of fried rice.

She was simply too exhausted to continue selling, so once she had completed her sales target, she put up a "Resting" sign outside.

"Newbie quest complete, reward: Strength Potion *1"

Current level: Novice Apprentice 100/1000

The dimensional travel function has been enabled.

Countdown to the next time travel: 24:00:00

What?

Lin Xiaoqian was delighted to receive the Power Potion. She really couldn't swing the big iron wok for long periods of time. With this potion, she should be able to stir-fry for a long time.

But what is this next dimension travel?

Lin Xiaoqian asked the system.

"The host needs to travel to various small worlds to sell the food you make in order to achieve the goal of becoming a culinary god."

"Am I incapable of becoming a master chef in this world or what?" Lin Xiaoqian questioned.

"..."

"Besides, did you even get my permission before letting me travel through time? Is time travel so easy? I don't know anyone here."

"..."

"If I time travel, what will happen to my grandma? She'll be frantic if she can't find me."

"After the host travels back from the other world, the time in this world will not change."

"Ah, that's alright. No way! I've transmigrated? I'm just a cook now, I can't do anything, what if I get into danger?"

"The Chef God System was originally bound to the restaurant. The host will travel through different dimensions with the restaurant. As long as the host does not leave the restaurant, there will be no danger. Of course, if someone enters the restaurant and endangers the host's safety, the system will take action to resolve the situation."

"Ah." That seems pretty impressive. "Alright then, I'll reluctantly agree to go through time travel."

system:. . .

"There are less than 24 hours left before the interdimensional travel begins. I suggest that the host prepare more food, otherwise there won't be enough food when we arrive at other small worlds, and the host will need to go out and buy it himself."

The implication is that if there are no ingredients, Lin Xiaoqian will have to go out to buy them in order to complete the task. At that time, the system will not be able to guarantee her safety outside the restaurant.

"Can you tell me what the next task is? I need to buy groceries."

"This is a mission for the next world, and we cannot inform you in advance."

"I'm just doing a task, not taking an exam where I can't reveal the questions. I just want to buy ingredients. Why is your system so inflexible?"

System: ... What she said seems to make sense.

"...The next task is to sell 200 bowls of Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste) within half a month."

"Alright!" Lin Xiaoqian quickly rode her electric scooter to buy groceries.

I bought several large bags of flour, dozens of bags of Liubiju dried soybean paste, dozens of bags of sweet bean sauce, and two extra-large buckets of oil.

I bought a lot of skinless pork belly and various seasonings.

Knowing that I would be gone for half a month, I prepared all the daily necessities, snacks, fruits and vegetables, and bought a few extra cylinders of liquefied gas for the kitchen.

Lin Xiaoqian made several trips back and forth.

Lin Xiaoqian also went home to get a few changes of clothes.

Lin Xiaoqian even went online to check what she should bring when she traveled through time.

She accepted suggestions like a first-aid kit, bottled water, clothes, a lighter, and candles, but what were those who suggested cars and machine guns thinking?

Lin Xiaoqian, an elderly man on the subway, is looking at his phone.

After preparing everything, Lin Xiaoqian did not continue operating the business. She locked the shop, went home to have dinner with her grandmother, and slept at home that night.

I slept until I naturally woke up, and only when I was eating breakfast did I realize that I hadn't prepared my own meal.

I went to the market to buy some of my favorite vegetables and some instant food before rushing back to the store.

Lin Xiaoqian sat in front of the cashier, watching the countdown slowly approach zero.

I felt a little nervous and uneasy.

The moment it reached zero, Lin Xiaoqian only felt a flash of white light, and she quickly closed her eyes.

"Dimensional travel successful. Current world category: Ancient World"

Task: Sell 200 bowls of Old Beijing Fried Sauce Noodles within half a month.

The recipe for Old Beijing Fried Sauce Noodles has been released!

Lin Xiaoqian opened her eyes and, through the glass door, saw a group of ancient people walking on the street.

It's actually the ancient world.

"System, if I just openly introduce my restaurant here, won't the ancients become suspicious?"

"Don't worry, host. The way people in each world see a restaurant will become the way they think it is."

"...Okay."

Lin Xiaoqian stood up and went upstairs to change into an antique-style horse-face skirt suit, an outfit she had prepared in anticipation of possibly traveling to different worlds.

I went downstairs, put on an apron, and prepared to make some Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste

She had just received the recipe and hadn't tried making it yet. She needed to make a bowl to try first, since she hadn't had lunch yet.

First, dissolve the dried soybean paste in water and set it aside.

Next, cut the skinless pork belly into small cubes about one centimeter in size, and then chop some ginger and scallions for later use.

Heat oil in a wok, then add diced meat and minced ginger and stir-fry over low heat. Add some star anise and wait for the meat to release its oil. Then, pour in the diluted yellow soybean paste and sweet bean sauce in a 3:1 ratio and stir-fry over low heat until thickened. Add a little sugar and stir until everything is fully combined. Turn off the heat, add some sesame oil and chopped green onions, and stir. The fried sauce is now ready.

Next, it's time to make noodles. Take out the flour, add a spoonful of salt, and add water little by little while stirring with chopsticks until it forms dough flakes. Then knead the dough by hand. After drinking the strength potion, Lin Xiaoqian became very strong, so kneading dough was a piece of cake.

After kneading the dough, roll it out with a rolling pin, fold the dough in half, and cut it into wide strips. The handmade noodles are now ready.

Cook the handmade noodles in a pot until done, rinse them with cold water, and then pour them into a bowl.

I shredded some cucumber and carrot, blanched some bean sprouts as toppings, poured the sauce over the noodles, and now this Zha Jiang Mian (noodles with soybean paste) is all ready.

Holding a bowl of fragrant noodles with soybean paste, Lin Xiaoqian casually found a table to sit down, mixed the sauce with her chopsticks, and took a bite.

The sauce is rich and slightly sweet. The noodles, rinsed in cold water, are chewy and springy. The cucumber and carrot shreds are crunchy and satisfying, cutting through the richness of the sauce and making it very refreshing.

Lin Xiaoqian couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, that's great! My cooking skills are really good. It tastes so good on my first try!"

The door jingled with a crisp sound.

Lin Xiaoqian looked up and saw a young man dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing a golden crown push open the door and enter.

"Such a clear, translucent glass door. When did a shop open here?"

The man looked at Lin Xiaoqian: "Are you the owner of this shop?"

Lin Xiaoqian pulled out a tissue to wipe the sauce off her mouth and nodded.

The man immediately noticed the bowl in front of Lin Xiaoqian: "What are you eating? Noodles with soybean paste?" He sniffed the air as he spoke, "It smells pretty good."

The man took a few steps forward and sat down: "Boss, give me a bowl of Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste)."

Lin Xiaoqian got up and went to the kitchen to make fried noodles with soybean paste.

The sauce is ready-made, and there's plenty of noodles; all you need to do is cook the noodles.

Lin Xiaoqian asked the man through the small window, "Are you eating the pot-picked food or the water-washed food?"

The man, who was examining the napkins on the table, said upon hearing this, "I chose this one because I like it a little sticky."

While Lin Xiaoqian was cooking noodles, the man kept observing the shop's decor.

This restaurant was much cleaner than any other restaurant he had ever seen. The floor wasn't made of bricks; it was made of a material he didn't recognize—flat, smooth, and so shiny you could see your reflection in it.

The walls are all white and not made of bricks, making the whole room very bright.

He had just seen the handkerchiefs the shopkeeper used to wipe his mouth; they looked like chopstick holders, and the whole box was casually placed on the table, seemingly for anyone to use.

The handkerchief was snow-white and soft, and it felt extremely smooth to the touch. He had never heard of it before, but he didn't know what material it was made of or which workshop it was from.

After using the handkerchief, the shop owner casually tossed it into a small wicker bucket on the ground, seemingly not caring at all. This shop owner is extremely extravagant!

And those two large, clear glass doors—he'd only ever seen them in the imperial palace in the capital, and they weren't even that big. To be able to get two of them, the owner must be someone of extraordinary status.

Such a luxurious restaurant only sells small bowls of noodles with soybean paste; the owner must be a highly skilled person living in seclusion in the city.

The man, who had already imagined a whole host of possibilities, became more and more convinced that his guess was correct the more he looked at the store.

Lin Xiaoqian served the noodles with soybean paste to the man. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that this ancient man was looking at her with a very strange gaze.

The man stirred the noodles with chopsticks, and the owner didn't even serve the toppings in small dishes. It seems the owner is a man of strong character who doesn't fuss over details.