Almighty Game Designer

Lin Xue went around for a long time and didn't decide what to eat.

She also took a special look at these shops. Although the rice flavors and people are plentiful, she always felt it was a little different from what it felt like in reality.

The material in the virtual world is on the one hand, and another important reason is that the dishes in these stores are basically directly from the back chef's end. It is conceivable that these dishes are just some more complex models. For example, pasta can indeed be picked up with chopsticks and placed in the mouth, and there will be sauce left on the plate, but Lin Xue guessed that the back chef should not have cooked at all.

This spaghetti is just a piece of data generated by emptiness. The various materials have their parameters. Whatever taste and flavour it brings to the player is written in the code. Even if the flavour of each dish is slightly different, it will certainly only adjust some variables within a very small range. After all, this is a virtual world, and it is impossible to really have a chef replicate the whole cooking process.

However, Lin Xue is a bit of a pity to think that these dishes are just virtual data.

It may have been an act of obsessive compulsion. Lin Xue continued to walk deep into the culinary area, passing through a wide variety of restaurants. Lin Xue wanted to find a restaurant that was special enough.

Fortunately, the waiters at the restaurants throughout the food area are very quiet, and there are no waiters outside the restaurant to greet them, basically the attitude of "who eats, who doesn't come, who doesn't come" makes Lin Xue feel very comfortable. Think about it, it's virtual food, the waiters are NPCs, and there's no profit pressure whatsoever.

Lin Xue walked forward and suddenly saw a small, less eye-catching restaurant in the corner of the food area, without even a sign, and did not know its name.

There is a small blackboard in front of the store, written in sophisticated font: "Open every day at 10am, limited to 100 customers per day. ”

Lin Xue's mind instantly replenished a drama and did not hesitate to enter the small store.

The saying is “hidden in the city”, “master in the folk”, Chen Jiao did such a large matrix shopping mall, it is impossible to arrange a restaurant with a tasteful disgusting player in the food area.

Besides, the head of this restaurant is quite good. I can't believe it's limited to 100 customers. It's the treatment of the protagonists!

And after Lin Xue saw the layout of this small restaurant, the idea became even stronger: this dish must be delicious!

Because of the small size of the unnamed pavilion, with only one long counter and a dozen tables, the layout is reasonable and not crowded. But most importantly, all diners have a clear view of the back chef.

Looks like the young man behind the kitchen is the owner and chef of the hall, looks clear and has long fingers, looks like a weak student, but the cooking technique is amazing, the hands are too steady, and the movement is very smooth, like a machine with precision to millimeters and milliseconds.

This superb cook almost bluffed Lin Xue until Lin Xue took a look at the dishes he was cooking.

Hmm... he's stalling pancakes.

Place a layer of green bean paste on the pancake, diluted into a thin layer, none too thin, none too thick; take two eggs and smash them next to each other, stall them on the pancake, scrape the yolks and egg whites evenly so that the whole pancake skin is covered with a clear yellow, golden color; evenly apply the delicately made pasta sauce with a delicate little brush, then sprinkle with the right shaved flowers, each one of the usual sizes, and finally add a thin brittle, lift the pancake squares, like a soldier's duvet, stacked squarely, styled, then put on a plate, and hand over to the already eye-catcher in front of the counter.

The cannibal waiting in front of the counter hurried to pick it up with his hands. "Thank you, Mr. Yuan! ”

Lin Xue was shocked. He bought a matrix game compartment for 300,000 yuan and ran to the matrix mall for pancakes.

You're worse than those happy fat houses who come in and eat fast food and drink happy water!

Nevertheless, Lin Xue smelled a very tempting pancake scent as the customer drifted by Lin Xue with a pancake. The customer found a spot to do it and carefully picked up the pancakes and bit a small bite.

The expression on his face was stiff, his hands trembled slightly, his lips began to twitch slightly, and tears appeared in his orbit.

Lin Xue is shocked, brother, do you want to play so much??

Are you gonna cry? What do you think you're doing? Hua Xia Xiao Hua?

Shouldn't it be better with a dedicated BGM and a surfing brain?

The bowl went back to the bowl. Lin Xue came to the counter and said to the owner who was cooking: "Boss, do you have a menu? ”

The boss was still focused on the work at hand and didn't even lift his head: “On the wall. ”

Lin Xue was a bit obsessed. She turned around and found some rules written on the wall.

“1. Limited to 100 persons per day. ”

“2. Wasting food, questioning the value of the owner and the cooking skills, perpetuating black. ”

“3. Do not order, what I do and what you eat. ”

“4. No credit is due, wait in queue after payment, come to the counter to pick it up. ”

Lin Xue: “…”

This rule is plenty... the others admit it, isn't the third point a little too much??

Don't order? What are you doing? What am I eating? This fucking consumer doesn't even have a choice?

And by that I mean, only 100 customers a day, which means everyone eats up to one dish here every day. You want to order a table of dishes, that's impossible...

Like that dude just now, he can only get one pancake in line...

Lin Xue hesitated. Mr. Yuan's next dish was ready. This time it was too much. On such a large plate, there was only one... salted duck egg.

As a result, the diner who waited at the counter took off again, thankfully.

Lin Xue stared at this eater and wondered, isn't this all NPC? The owner invited you, didn't he? Well, then, the owner's AI is pretty high.

The eater sat on the seat with the salted duck egg beautifully, grabbed the chopsticks, carefully tapped open the hollow end of the salted duck egg, then tapped it gently with the chopsticks, listening only to the "squeak-" sound, the glowing red oil flowed along the chopsticks.

The eater carefully picked out a little egg yolk with chopsticks, which turned red, and put it in his mouth for a delicate taste, with an intoxicating expression on his face: “High postage salty egg, thin and oily, tender protein, rich flavour, melted at the entrance... enjoy it, enjoy it...”

Lin Xue: “…”

She came to the counter and said, "Boss, what do I eat? ”