The venue for the Hong Kong Master Chef Competition.
Ling Yi stood in front of a table, looking somewhat dazed.
This time, he took on the role of Dai Long, a chef participating in the renowned chef competition!
At this moment, Ling Yi was receiving Dai Long's memories while enduring the "ding" sound in his mind.
That feeling was indescribably awful.
"Ding! The 'Take You Through the World of Master Sing's Movies' video series uploaded by the host has reached 2 million likes. Host's Combat +1!"
"Ding!...3 million, host's Combat +1!"
"Ding!...11 million, reward host with +1 Combat!"
"Ding! The host's uploaded video has garnered over 10,000 yuan in rewards. Host's Combat +1!"
"Ding! The host's uploaded video has garnered over 100,000 in rewards. Host's Combat +1!"
"Ding!...200,000, reward host with +1 Combat!"
"Ding!...1 million, reward host's Combat +1!"
"Ding! The host's uploaded video has been shared 200,000 times. Host's Combat +1!"
"Ding!...300,000 times, host's Combat +1!"
"Ding!...1 million times, host's Combat +1!"
By the time Ling Yi came to his senses, ten minutes had passed, and only then did Ling Yi have Kung Fu Hustle to look around.
Ling Yi knew that this was the classic scene at the beginning of the movie, where Stephen Chow, as the God of the God of Cookery, was a judge evaluating a group of chefs.
A number of staff members and reporters surrounded him, and Ling Yi recognized many familiar faces in the crowd.
This includes the two main villains in the movie: Uncle Tat, the owner of the Big Lottery, and Tong Ngau, a chubby character who has a rather comical appearance.
"This world is a world with gods and High Martial Arts; it's incredibly dangerous!"
Ling Yi frowned in thought.
His best option is to finish his bit part and go back to being the head chef, frying his egg fried rice.
Just keep going until the end of the story's timeline.
"But then what's the point of transmigrating here myself!" Ling Yi shook his head.
Whether or not you cause trouble is not important; what's important is being fully involved in the plot.
This world may be dangerous, but it's also very valuable.
Despite the numerous ringing sounds before, nothing actually increased any skills other than Battle Power.
In the world of " The King of Kings," at least he had developed a bug-level gambling technique.
The "comedy" world, however, has almost no skills other than Combat.
Of course, the world of "comedy" is ultimately just an ordinary world, and it doesn't offer any particularly valuable skills.
"However, aren't my video stats a bit off? When did I get over ten million likes and over a million in donations?"
Ling Yi felt that the video's popularity was too sudden and too outrageous.
However, we'll have to wait until the story's timeline ends and we return to the real world to find out exactly what happened.
"A gentle embrace is a hero's grave. It seems business can't last forever; ultimately, the real world is what matters."
At this point, the Protagonist, Stephen Chow, has made his appearance, his golden the God of Cookery badge hanging around his neck quite eye-catching.
Ling Yi listened to what Stephen Chow was saying, but was actually pondering something else.
Should he conduct a test in this world?
For example, doing something incredibly stupid?
For example, what if one's identity is revealed before the story's timeline has ended?
He had a deep-seated feeling that something bad was bound to happen because of what he had done, but Ling Yi was genuinely curious about what exactly would happen.
If we can't win, we just have to start over after a bunch of people die!
Give it a try, even if it's a huge risk, so you have a better understanding of the situation.
Just then, Stephen Chow walked down from the podium and headed straight for him.
The minor role I played this time was Dai Long, a famous chef who is skilled at making fried rice in the movie.
Stephen Chow's current status the God of Cookery " is purely due to hype and financial manipulation.
He has some skills, but not many.
Every chef on site was generally more skilled than Stephen Chow.
Stephen Chow's visit this time was merely a formality; he would never give the title of God of the God of Cookery to anyone else.
Stephen Chow took a serious bite of the fried rice in front of Ling Yi on Monday, and was about to give his opinion.
But Ling Yi spoke first, and in Stephen Chow's voice.
"Wow, they actually managed to steam rice inside prawns, then juice a whole Supreme Pin abalone and stir-fry it with Supreme Pin bird's nest!"
"What appears to be an ordinary fried rice dish is actually meticulously crafted and profoundly sophisticated, truly deserving of the title 'King of Fried Rice'."
Stephen Chow completely bewildered and uttered only one word. "You..."
Ling Yi interrupted him again, saying in his usual voice, "Unfortunately, there's too much moisture, and the rice grains are too soft, affecting the texture!"
"I can't believe you don't even know the most basic common sense about fried rice. You have to use leftover rice to fry it, you fried rice king! Zero points!" As he spoke, Ling Yi snatched the scoring card from Stephen Chow's hand.
He held the sign high, the large "zero" on it glaringly obvious.
The scene fell silent; not only Stephen Chow was stunned, but everyone was dumbfounded.
Ling Yi chuckled at Stephen Chow and asked, "Am I right, the God of Cookery?"
"Hey, what are you doing!" Stephen Chow had a bad feeling when he saw Ling Yi's smile.
Ling Yi ignored him and walked to the dining table next to him.
"The Splendid Double-Flavored Fish, is it?" Ling Yi asked.
The man nodded blankly.
"Wow! You can actually use wrasse head, starfish back, three-knife belly, eel body, and croaker tail to reassemble a fish, and then steam and fry it at the same time. Each type of fish also has two ways of being eaten, resulting in a total of ten different flavors, Master Liu."
Master Liu chuckled sheepishly, "Hehe!"
But then, Ling Yi changed the subject, his face contorted with pain, and said, "This fish is like..."
"It's like being exposed to radiation; just looking at it makes me want to vomit. How can I possibly eat it?!"
"Zero points. Go home and reflect on your actions. You're just an extra piece of fish, completely superfluous!"
At this moment, Stephen Chow's face darkened, and he shouted, "Where are the staff? What are you all doing? Master Dai has gone mad! Didn't you see? Get him out of here!"
Just then, Uncle Tat, the owner of the Big Lottery, stood up and laughed loudly, "Hey, Mr. God of the God of Cookery, how can you say that? I think Master Dai's evaluation is very good!"
"I don't know why, but it sounds so familiar!"
Upon hearing this, those around who were initially confused immediately understood Uncle Tat's meaning and what Master Dai was doing.
Ling Yi ignored everything else and went to the third chef.
"Um..." The man looked distressed, unsure of what to say.
"This is a golden-threaded Buddhist robe! This vegetarian dish features a rich Changes of ingredients, exquisite knife skills, and a striking design. Even the most difficult ingredient to carve, tofu, is sculpted with remarkable detail. How long did you spend carving it?!"
"All day long, what's wrong?" The driver's tone wasn't pleasant; he knew something unpleasant was about to come.
But he wasn't angry at Ling Yi, but at Stephen Chow. He completely understood what Master Dai meant by doing this.
"It's been stinking all day! Can't you smell it?!"
"This dish is specifically designed to showcase my knife skills!"
"Do you think I'm blind? Look at the wound on your hand! Are you cutting vegetables or cutting your hand?!"
At this moment, Stephen Chow went straight to Ling Yi, grabbed Ling Yi's shoulder, and tried to pull Ling Yi backward.
But when I tugged at it, it wouldn't budge at all.
Ling Yi currently Combat of 35 points; how could Stephen Chow possibly move him?
Ling Yi turned around, looked at Stephen Chow, and smiled, "Do you want to know why I know what you're going to say?"
"Yes, why?"
At this moment, Uncle Tat Da laughed and said, "You say the same thing every year, even a fool would know it."
"No, no, no!" Ling Yi shook his finger.
"The reason I know so much is because I've seen the movie!"
Ling Yi pointed at Human Dao, "You are all characters in the movie, and I remember every single one of your lines!"
"I am not Dai Long, my name is Ling Yi, and I come from outside the movie world!"
As soon as Ling Yi finished speaking, a terrifying pressure came from above everyone's heads.
The next moment, with a loud bang, a bolt of purple Lightning pierced through the roof and struck Ling Yi.
Ling Yi screamed in agony, his body billowing smoke as he collapsed to the ground, plunging into darkness.
"Ding, host has been detected dead. Resetting the movie world."
As Ling Yi was plunged into darkness, he felt a stream of colorful light flow around him. A moment later, the light Shattering, and he found himself back ten minutes earlier.
Ling Yi opened the system interface and looked at it; it seemed that nothing Changes.
The Pressure in the sky was gone, and the Thunder seemed to have never appeared at all.
"This system is a bit domineering; it just resets it like that?"
However, Ling Yi also realized that before the timeline was completed and this world was included in the system, it could not be considered a real world.
Stephen Chow soon reappeared, but this time Ling Yi didn't cause any trouble.
Just like in the original storyline, Stephen Chow gave feedback on each of the participating chefs.
The host excitedly exclaimed, "Now only Chef Yang Zhentian's 'Qiankun Roast Goose' from Five Rams Restaurant remains! It seems this year's Champion is undoubtedly his!"
Stephen Chow walked up to the man, looked at him first, and then looked at the roast goose in front of him.
He touched it with his hand and unceremoniously held up the zero sign. "Completely useless, zero points!"
This time, Master Yang was furious. He cut open the roast goose's belly with a knife and angrily said, "Since it's called 'Qiankun Roast Goose,' it's obviously the inner goose that's 'Qiankun.' Actually, this dish is for eating the lotus bird inside, don't you understand?!"
"This lotus-shaped bird not only absorbs the aroma of the roast goose, but it also keeps it warm, making it perfect to eat at this time. I've considered every detail. Hmph, the God of Cookery, I think you have nothing to say now."
"Still zero points!" Stephen Chow had already prepared his excuse; he didn't care at all whether the food was good or bad.
Even the host was puzzled and asked, "Why? That can't be right!"
"Because he's too ugly."
Master Yang argued forcefully, "Impossible! My lotus-shaped bird is one in a hundred; its figure and appearance are top-notch."
I'm saying you're ugly!
You actually said I'm ugly?
Stephen Chow laughed loudly, "Don't you ever look in a mirror? Don't you know how ugly you are?"
Everyone nodded; this Master Yang was indeed ugly.
Are you crazy? What does my appearance have to do with the food?
"Of course I have something to say. Tell me, who would have the appetite to eat after seeing your face? If it were me, I wouldn't even dare to look at you."
"As a chef, of course you have to consider the most subtle psychological aspects of your customers. You still have some potential, but let's get some plastic surgery first."
Master Yang broke down in tears.
Ling Yi curled his lip. Putting aside Stephen Chow's other skills, his ability to make things up was truly impressive.
They just pulled out a bunch of reasons out of thin air.
If you say it's unreasonable, then there's actually a tiny bit of truth to it.