God of Cookery!

God of Cookery!

After landing a blow, Yuan Hong attacked again.

Jiang Hao raised his leg in a straight kick to open the distance between them, and the two began fighting.

Everyone could see that Jiang Hao was being firmly suppressed by Yuan Hong. There was quite a gap in their strength. Jiang Hao mostly defended and rarely counterattacked. Yuan Hong's thick fists landed on Jiang Hao with loud thuds that looked painful just to watch.

Yet Jiang Hao kept fighting him relentlessly. At that moment, he felt nothing but exhilaration—pure exhilaration.

"Ding!"

"Alright, round one is over."

The two stepped back to rest. Jiang Hao was panting heavily as Cheng Bo crouched beside him and said, "No good. The gap is too big. You can't beat Yuan Hong. I think you should forget it."

"Heh, I know I can't beat him. I just want to fight."

"Isn't that just asking for a beating?"

"How am I supposed to improve if I don't train?" Jiang Hao said.

"Then watch your defense, especially your chest, abdomen, and head. Don't get hurt," Cheng Bo added.

Jiang Hao nodded.

"Ding~"

The second round began, and the two went at it again. Yuan Hong still suppressed Jiang Hao. A roundhouse kick lashed into the root of Jiang Hao's thigh, making it feel as though his muscle had cramped. It really hurt.

"Bang!"

Jiang Hao seized an opening and punched Yuan Hong in the head. Yuan Hong merely shook his head, with no significant reaction.

"Smack, smack, smack, smack~"

Jiang Hao was met with a retaliatory barrage of combination punches. "Bang!" Jiang Hao's guard was broken apart, and Yuan Hong landed a heavy punch on Jiang Hao's face. The glove smashed hard against his cheek, and Jiang Hao's head spun as he fell to the ground.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

He was out of stamina, his head was spinning, and all he could do was gasp for breath. He looked exactly like the opponent he had knocked down earlier.

The coach came over to check on him, while Yuan Hong crouched down and asked, "How are you?"

Jiang Hao shook his head. "It's not too bad."

Fortunately, they wore thick gloves, and Jiang Hao had protective gear on, which absorbed most of the damage.

"Can you still fight?" the coach asked.

"I'm okay. Let me catch my breath." This was not an official match. If it had been, Jiang Hao would have already been declared defeated and taken out.

After resting for half a minute, Jiang Hao and Yuan Hong started fighting again. But just over ten seconds later, Jiang Hao was knocked down by another punch. This one was even heavier than before, and Jiang Hao truly could not get back up. Afraid that he might be injured, the coach immediately stopped the sparring session.

Jiang Hao sat in the rest area, still breathing a little heavily, his body covered in sweat.

At his current level, he could at most handle a few ordinary people. Against a professional fighter, he was far too lacking.

Whether it was strength, endurance, resistance to blows, awareness, or technique, he fell short in every respect. Professional sports were heavily dependent on talent. Jiang Hao's talent for fighting was not particularly good. He was tall, but for combat sports, his build was somewhat too slender. Without strength, no amount of technique would be enough.

Cheng Bo brought him a bottle of water. "You don't need to make a career out of this. There's no need to push yourself so hard. It wouldn't be good if you got hurt."

"Didn't you tell me to become a fitness trainer?" Jiang Hao naturally would not reveal that he wanted to fight. He changed the subject.

"A fitness trainer isn't a combat coach. Those are two different things. Honestly, your physical condition is pretty good for a fitness trainer, but if you want to make major progress in fighting, that'll be difficult," Cheng Bo said.

Jiang Hao knew that himself. But today, he simply wanted to fight. Losing did not matter. He felt much better now.

Letting it out was important.

That very day, Jiang Hao signed up for a fitness trainer training course. After paying, he received a pile of books: Sports Nutrition, Sports Anatomy, Sports Physiology, Exercise Program Principles, and Health-Related Fitness. Jiang Hao entered study mode once more.

Jiang Hao had never expected to end up on this path.

From insurance salesman to fitness trainer.

It was abrupt, a huge leap.

But in this society, plenty of people turned their hobbies or skills into a means of making a living. Jiang Hao had a college classmate who, after graduating, did not go into finance but instead switched careers to become a golf coach.

Wasn't that absurd?

During summer breaks, that classmate often worked part-time at a golf course. Whenever he had free time, he would play a little himself, and eventually he developed quite solid golf skills. After graduation, he failed to find an ideal job, so he returned to work at the golf course. In the end, he became a full-time coach, teaching people with no experience how to play. He earned over ten thousand yuan a month and lived an easy, carefree life.

So when one path did not work out in this society, try another one. Maybe it would lead to success.

Just as Jiang Hao was studying how to become a fitness trainer, the system suddenly issued a new mission.

"System notice: A client watched the movie God of Cookery and wishes to experience Earth's cuisine. The client wishes to collect the sensations of Taste of Gourmet Food through the collector's firsthand experience."

"Requirement: It must be genuine gourmet food."

"Mission: Enter the world of the film God of Cookery and collect Taste of Gourmet Food. Would the collector like to accept the order?"

God of Cookery!

He had seen this movie before. It was an old Stephen Chow film from so long ago that he could barely remember the plot.

The previous two missions had involved collecting Roast Chicken from The Mermaid and sorghum liquor from Red Sorghum—both physical objects. This was the first mission that required collecting an experience.

Was he supposed to collect Taste of Gourmet Food through his own mouth?

Wouldn't that mean he could take the opportunity to taste delicacies from all over the world? Heh, this mission was genuinely great.

But then Jiang Hao suddenly thought of something. Several missions had involved collecting food or drinks, and now there was another one collecting Taste of Gourmet Food. Could it be that those aliens were all foodies?

Rather than accepting the mission immediately, Jiang Hao exited the system, opened the Video Player Software, and watched Stephen Chow's film God of Cookery.

It was a 1996 film, more than twenty years old by now.

Stephen Chow was the God of Cookery, a famous figure in Hong Kong's culinary world and one of its foremost celebrities. As he became increasingly successful in business, Stephen Chow changed from a renowned chef into a businessman.

He placed excessive emphasis on food packaging and promotion while neglecting food quality and taste. His temper was foul and his tongue vicious. He was set up by his wealthy business partner and publicly defeated by his culinary apprentice Tang Niu, who became the new God of Cookery.

Unable to remain in the culinary world, Stephen Chow fell into destitution on Temple Street, where he met a streetwise young woman. With her help, Stephen Chow pulled himself together and invented Urine Beef Balls. With the help of Temple Street's street toughs, Urine Beef Balls quickly became popular.

Stephen Chow rekindled his ambitions. To improve his cooking skills, he went to the Temple of Culinary Arts to study, only to accidentally enter the kitchen, one of Shaolin Temple's Thirty-Six Chambers. There, he learned peerless culinary skills and reclaimed the title of God of Cookery.

After watching the film, Jiang Hao had only one thought: Stephen Chow's downfall had been inevitable. He had a foul temper, a venomous mouth, was arrogant and conceited, disrespected his employees, and cared nothing for food quality. Even Jiang Hao felt that he deserved to fail.