Star Chef Reborn

"Will anyone really watch such a boring live broadcast of tomato scrambled eggs..." Qin Fan opened the terminal while making complaints, and downloaded the live broadcast software "Cockfighting".

He set the user name "Big Handsome Guy Xiaofan" and the name of the live broadcast room "Tomato Scrambled Eggs" and started the first live broadcast.As soon as the terminal's front camera was turned on, a big "liar" was printed on the face of the person on the screen, and Qin Fan was startled.He quickly took out the mask he saw at the garbage dump from his pocket and put it on his face.

"Hi everyone," he waved at the camera, "Welcome to watch my live broadcast of tomato scrambled eggs."

In the lower right corner of the screen it says Current Viewers: 0.Sure enough, no one is interested at all, the mystery is embarrassing.

"Come on, little master! Putong is your most loyal audience!" Putong saw that he was a little bit disappointed, so he hurriedly cheered him up.

Qin Fan changed his mind and thought about it.Anyway, it’s just to complete the task, no one will watch it if no one watches it, just do the steps again and get the reward at the end.

"First, we're going to cut the tomato..." he said, realizing that he couldn't cut the tomato.In the past when cooking, he always threw the vegetables into the air, cut them a few times in the air with his true energy, and then caught them with a plate.Now I can't use the ability, and there is no kitchen knife and cutting board in the single dog kitchen set, what should I do...

He suddenly had an idea, although he couldn't raise his qi to his dantian, he could still raise his belly.He turned his back to the camera, lifted the tomato to his crotch, and sliced ​​the tomato with what little energy he had.

"Pfft, young master, you..." Putong couldn't help laughing.

"Don't laugh! Be serious!" Actually, Qin Fan wanted to laugh too, but the live broadcast was recorded, so it would be too embarrassing to be found out.

He put the chopped tomatoes into the pot, and when he looked up, he found that the number of viewers at the bottom of the screen had changed to 1.Qin Fan was a little excited, and hurriedly greeted the audience: "Hi, my friend! We are now live broadcasting tomato scrambled eggs!"

Qin Fan smiled expectantly at the camera for ten seconds, but no comments appeared on the screen at all.It seems that he is a very cold audience friend.

But that's okay!At least now there is an audience!Starting from scratch is already a great progress!

Qin Fan picked up his work again. "Now we're going to crack the eggs!"

He cracked the eggs into the bowl, but because of too much force, he knocked a lot of egg shells into it. "I haven't cooked for a long time, I'm not very skilled..." He explained to the camera with some embarrassment.When he had supernatural powers before, he almost didn't cook with his hands. Now he can't bring the eggs to his crotch and beat them with true energy. When he thinks about it, he feels that such a scene is too weird...

It took him a full 5 minutes to successfully pick out the eggshells mixed into the bowl with chopsticks. When he looked up, the audience was still there, and he was almost moved to tears.Although I don't like to post comments, I am a very loyal and good audience!

"Now, we need to turn on the stove, put the pot on, and heat up the oil..." While he was doing it, he suddenly discovered the next problem...he didn't buy oil.

But now he only has 1 interstellar credit left on his card. If he can’t afford gas, he can’t complete the live broadcast task. If he can’t complete the task, he can’t make money. up...

Imagining all these serious consequences, Qin Fan turned to the camera with a pitiful expression. "Dear viewer, can you give me some money to buy oil..."

The audience didn't speak for a long time, until the muscles on Qin Fan's face became stiff, and he began to wonder if the audience was a zombie fan automatically distributed by the system.

"How much?" A line of words jumped out on the screen.

God, Qin Fan burst into tears again.He actually asked the anchor how much he wanted to tip, where can such a thoughtful viewer find it!Only the handsome Qin Fan who everyone loves to be so handsome can attract such a high-quality audience!

"How much does the oil cost here?" He hurriedly asked Plop for help.

Plop thought for a while. "Report to my lord, the cheapest one is 400 interstellar credits."

Why is it so expensive? !Even a thick-skinned person like Qin Fan is too embarrassed to speak up? !Wouldn't it be worse to scare the only audience away...

Just as Qin Fan was hesitating what to do, another line of words popped up on the screen - Congratulations on receiving the reward: 5000 interstellar credits.

5000? ?Am I right? ?Qin Fan rubbed his eyes several times to confirm, but still couldn't believe the news in front of him.

The audience actually asked again: "Is it enough?"

"Enough is enough! Of course it is!" Qin Fan nodded vigorously.The local tyrants who don't eat fireworks are what they like the most!

Qin Fan hurriedly went to the virtual mall to buy a bottle of oil, and quickly finished the tomato scrambled eggs.Although the scrambled eggs don't look very good...but anyway, all the scrambled eggs with tomatoes in the world are about the same size.

He put the finished dish under the camera and circled it several times. "This audience, thank you so much." Qin Fan bowed to the camera. "The guest officer will come again next time~"

As soon as Qin Fan exited the live broadcast room, Putong received a prompt: "Congratulations, my master, for completing [Task 2——Download the live broadcast software, live broadcast tomato scrambled eggs], and get a reward: 1000 interstellar credits. Next, please complete [Task 3——In the Received 5 reward points in the live broadcast mission]."

5 may seem like a lot at first glance, but if they are all wealthy audiences like today, it’s actually not that difficult, just fry tomato scrambled eggs 10 times and you’ll be done.Qin Fan sat down at the table while thinking, and began to enjoy the tomato scrambled eggs he had made by himself, and ate it in one bite...it was really unpalatable!There was no taste at all, the eggs were scrambled too old, and the tomatoes were too raw, I have never eaten worse tomato scrambled eggs in my life.

But the tomato scrambled eggs I made by myself, I cried to finish it. After all, it was so expensive, it would be too wasteful not to eat it.Qin Fan was frowning and stuffing tomatoes into his mouth when the terminal suddenly reminded him that he had received a new private message.He clicked on it and saw that it was sent by the viewer today, and the user name was "Flying Blue Sky". "I have a job here that pays [-] credits. Do you want to try it?" Aoxiang Lantian asked.

Qin Fan immediately became interested, put down his chopsticks and hurried back. "What job?"

"I'm the person in charge of a radio drama company. I just watched your live broadcast and think you have great potential. Would you like to record a 5-minute demo for me?"

"Okay." Qin Fan agreed.How can you refuse when money is offered to you!What's more, it's just lip service.

"Little master, do you want to be careful..." Plop reminded him.

"It's okay, he has already given me 5000 credit points, so there is no way he can lie to me." Qin Fan trusted his rich audience.

The rich audience sent over a file, Qin Fan opened it, and the title of the file was: "BL Little Yellow Catch".

After reading two lines, Qin Fan understood why the salary was so high. "Plop you...do you want to avoid it?"

"I see... Take care, my lord." Pu Tong temporarily entered the dormant mode.

"I... I can get 1 interstellar credits just by reading this once, right?" Qin Fan confirmed to the wealthy audience.

"Yes." The audience answered straightforwardly.

Qin Fan gritted his teeth, turned on the recording mode of the terminal, and read from the script.

"Um... ah... um... um... old man, it won't work there... ah... a little deeper... ah... ah..."

He read the whole page of onomatopoeia, his face was flushed, and the area around his lower abdomen was hot and swollen, just like the usual feeling of true energy flowing.When he finally finished reading, he was already hot all over, and his whole body became weird.

He blushed and sent the recording file, and the terminal immediately prompted: "Congratulations on receiving the tip: 10000 interstellar credits."

An hour ago, he was a poor ghost with only 1 point of credit, and he became a millionaire in the blink of an eye?The money came too easily, right? ?

"Please contact me next time you have work!" He said very attentively.It's a bit embarrassing, but it's really a lot of money!

However, the wealthy audience has already gone offline in silence, which is really very cold.

"Plop, how much balance do I have now?" Qin Fan summoned a magic weapon.

"Report to the little master, the current balance on the little master's card is 15601 interstellar credit points."

When Qin Fan heard this, he grinned. "Let's go, let's go shopping!" The wealthy young master never thought that one day he would succeed in this way for such a small amount of money. Rebirth is really not easy.

Qin Fan logged into the virtual mall, waved his hand, and spent 5000 credits to buy a set of ultra-luxury bedding, lying on the soft and comfortable smart mattress, and fell asleep happily.

After he fell asleep, an unknown person posted a live video on the famous interstellar websites "Dijiao Forum" and "Big Pink BBS". Famous dish - tomato scrambled eggs".

Netizens responded enthusiastically. "Scrambled eggs with tomato? Is it the legendary king of famous dishes? I don't believe it!"

"Oh my god! I also saw this live broadcast room today! I thought it was a lie!"

"Why does this person wear a mask to cook? Is it because he doesn't want to reveal his identity? Or is there some ulterior secret?"

During the few hours when Qin Fan was tumbling in his sleep, his live broadcast account "Big Handsome Guy Xiaofan" had gained 3000 fans, and the live video was broadcast tens of thousands of times, and the popularity continued to ferment...

The gentleman who posted the post was sitting in front of his optical computer, sipping mellow red wine, and clicking on the recording file in the inbox.

"Um... ah... um... um... old man, it won't work there... ah... a little deeper... ah... ah..."

The ex-husband's JIAO gasped from the stereo, echoing throughout the room.

Cheng Xiu took a sip of the wine and licked off the bright red liquid remaining at the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

"Xiaofan, one day, I will let you come back to me willingly..."