The bitter winter came around again. No matter how well northerners could withstand the cold, they still had to stop working in the fields and hunker down in their warm homes for the winter.
After nearly a year of effort, Xu Miaomiao's confidence was through the roof.
According to reports from the system bound to her, the big shots in Ding Limin's circle simply could not get enough of the food she made.
That day, Ding Limin drove a car to the Eagle Brigade to take her into town.
Apparently, some of the big shots could no longer resist meeting this mysterious culinary genius. They had all come to the nearby town, hoping to taste Xu Miaomiao's food as soon as possible.
Seeing how the Brigade Leader bowed and scraped before Ding Limin, Xu Miaomiao wished she could record the scene.
Under the envious, jealous, resentful gazes of everyone in the brigade, Xu Miaomiao climbed into Ding Limin's car with aloof pride and restraint, like a fairy descended to the mortal world.
They arrived at the largest state-run restaurant in town, where Ding Limin had already made arrangements with the management.
Upon arriving at the state-run restaurant, Xu Miaomiao could go straight into the kitchen.
Standing in the restaurant's freshly cleaned kitchen, she swept a disdainful gaze over the ingredients laid out on the chopping boards.
With her current culinary skills, even if she pulled out tubs of instant noodles in front of those big shots and served them, they would still have to praise her cooking afterward.
[System: What would you like to cook today, host?] [Xu Miaomiao: It's cold. I don't want to make anything too troublesome.] [System: How about Yangzhou fried rice?] [Xu Miaomiao: No.] [System: Sichuan-style cold noodles?] [Xu Miaomiao: No.] [System: Stir-fried noodles?]