System 101, however, felt this was too troublesome: [Host, you could actually hire mercenaries to take on missions and have them help you find edible mutated plants. You just need to post the mission at the mercenary headquarters. This way, you can relax and focus on making and promoting delicious food.]

Besides, the ingredients you need are the cheapest parts of those mutated plants; mercenaries can bring them back for you for very little money. Why bother going through all that trouble?

System 101 didn't understand why Lin Yiran insisted on personally fighting the mutated plants.

In its eyes, this is a thankless task. It would be better to spend that time selling more skewers, opening more branches, and increasing its popularity.

Lin Yiran shook her head: "You don't understand. What I admire is strength, the absolute power that allows one to survive in this interstellar space!"

System: [The power of money is omnipotent. Don't you have an old saying on your Blue Star, "Money can make the devil turn the millstone"? It can be seen that the power of money is enormous, so what are you still hesitating about, host?] It actually hopes that the host can run the food shop well, make the shop flourish, and then open chain stores, opening chain stores all over the Ninth Star System, then other star systems, and then the First Star System of the Imperial Capital!

Ultimately, it aims to create a vast culinary empire! That's its ultimate goal.

Just thinking about it makes my blood boil, right?

Unfortunately, Lin Yiran didn't buy it: "What you said isn't wrong, money really is omnipotent, so..."

[So, host, you've come to your senses?]

Lin Yiran picked at her ear. "So I'm going to do both. Just imagine, what if I'm both the richest person in the interstellar world and a powerful metal-type superhuman warrior? Wouldn't that be awesome!" Just thinking about it made Lin Yiran's eyes sparkle!

Sure enough, only such a high-level life goal could move her.

The system was speechless and didn't know what to say. It always felt that its host's mind wasn't on making delicious food, but rather on the crystal core.

Knowing why it said that, Lin Yiran smiled and said, "I know what you're worried about. You're afraid I won't do good deeds properly, right? But you've already linked the crystal cores to my food shop. Even if I'm unwilling, I'll still obediently sell goods and increase popularity. So you don't need to worry. With the crystal cores in your hands, I will always be at your beck and call. That's a fact."

What if the crystal cores could be obtained from other places?

System 101 promptly shut up and stopped talking.

We can't reveal all its secrets, otherwise Lin Yiran might not be able to cook properly.

Lin Yiran: "Only a fool wouldn't do something if there's money to be made!"

Debt-free, Lin felt a surge of energy and her eyes even brightened. After seeing off the last group of customers, she sat down on a stool to rest, feeling content.

"Hey girl, business's good today, isn't it?" the dark-skinned stall owner said with a smile.

Lin Yiran nodded with a smile: "That's right. I saw that your business was pretty good just now. You must have sold dozens of portions, right?"

Dark-skinned stall owner: "It's nothing, it's nothing. I don't actually make much money. My profit is less than your barbecue. To be honest, if I combined the flavors of my grilled meat with your barbecue, I could make a fortune. How about you name your price, I'll buy your recipe, or we can partner up to open a food court and split the profits 50/50? Think about it?"

Lin Yiran: "Not considering it"

"But I can give you the recipe for this stuff. You can find the ingredients to make barbecue seasoning yourself. I believe that with these recipes, your barbecue will taste really good."

The dark-skinned stall owner's eyes suddenly lit up: "Are you serious? Is there really such a good thing?"

Lin Yiran nodded. She wasn't that stingy. The system's goal was to promote interstellar cuisine, so wouldn't giving them these recipes also help promote the cuisine?

Aren't you afraid I'll steal your customers?

Lin Yiran was still very confident in her skills: "I think even if you have these recipes, you may not be able to recreate my taste," because her ingredients were processed by the system itself, which not only eliminated the violent energy but also greatly reduced the fishy smell. In addition, she had her own unique skills, which is something that current technology can hardly achieve, or rather, these technologies are only used by nobles.

It's difficult for poor people to make those plants taste good; you'll see if they try it.

"But you have to be careful, these plants contain violent energy, what if you eat them and something happens..."

The dark-skinned stall owner waved his hand dismissively: "It's alright. Nowadays, apart from insect cakes, what food doesn't contain berserk energy? Even the roasted meat on my plate contains quite a bit of berserk energy, but the lower classes don't care about that."

"What can't be measured by violent energy? It's in the air too. It's just a matter of dying sooner or later. Most people think that they should die with a full stomach. If there really was something this delicious and it was so cheap, I believe they wouldn't refuse it."

The dark-skinned stall owner's words sparked Lin Yiran's thoughts: Well, she knew that life was hard for the poor in interstellar space, but when these words were actually spoken, Lin Yiran's heart was still touched.

The lives of people at the bottom of society are indeed somewhat tragic.

However, she habitually puts herself first. Don't blame her for being heartless; her principle is to help others when she has the means, but when she lacks the ability, she prioritizes developing herself.

"Alright then, I'll write down this recipe for you. You can look for it in the Forest of Hope yourself, or you can post a mission at the mercenary headquarters. If you don't understand anything, you can come and ask me."

After finishing speaking, Lin Yiran selected several varieties of material from the plant encyclopedia and transmitted them to him via the optical computer.

"No, girl, you're really going to give it to me?"

Lin Yiran asked in surprise, "You don't want it?"

Dark-skinned stall owner: "I want it, I want it, of course I want it!"

"My name is Lin Fu. You can come to me if you need anything. My older brother is the leader of the Chaoyang Mercenary Group. From now on, you're under my protection! Don't worry, no one will dare to bully you anymore."

Lin Yiran laughed, "You should try that recipe first, the barbecue you make might taste a little different."

She had previously used ingredients that had not been purified by the system to make barbecue. Even with the same seasonings, the food was still hard to eat, astringent, and felt like it had countless fibers that were stuck in her throat.

In short, the taste wasn't that great.

"That's fine. I'll only use it for grilling meat. I won't touch anything else. I, Lin Fu, am not such an ungrateful person. I won't steal your customers. Besides, I've been doing grilling for so many years, so I'm more familiar with it. I'll just stick to grilling meat and not barbecue."

This can be considered a promise to Lin Yiran.