[From now on, don't call him Brother Meng anymore. Call him the Cold Salad Immortal. Why does this guy always think about making cold dishes? Is this the only thing he can do?]

[Cold dishes are easier to make. He already said last night that he couldn't cook anymore. This director is really looking for trouble!]

[Sister, you don't understand this, do you? Although Brother Meng was previously dark and obscure, he performed very well last night. The popularity of this variety show is almost entirely due to him. The director will definitely treat him specially.]

[Damn it, this thing really made me whitewashed! ]

[Aside from everything else, the silly look on his face as he picked out vegetables that couldn't be mixed cold from the basket to make a salad is quite adorable!]

Cute as hell, he's just faking it. I remember he once posted a Weibo post about cooking four dishes, saying he was a master chef and that he'd cook for Mr. Rong someday. There were even pictures attached, but he deleted all the Weibo posts before appearing on the variety show. What a cunning guy!

[I also remember this Weibo post, and was disgusted by the adjectives he used.]

[Uh... seeing you guys say that, I suddenly feel like his actions are really contrived. He's really not going to bother with shame just to get famous!]

[Perhaps they think the internet has no memory? Little do they know that anything they've done will come back like a boomerang.]

As the comments were madly cursing Yan Muhuai, Jiang Li couldn't help but speak up: "Can't you just look at the other dishes? Aren't there lettuce and radish next to the corn?"

From Yan Muhuai's perspective, the two dishes Jiang Li mentioned were blocked by unshelled corn, so he thought the other party recommended corn.

"Then lettuce and radish salad will make all five dishes complete!" Yan Muhuai felt relieved.

He has been in another world for a thousand years and has dabbled in all kinds of fields, but he just can't learn to cook no matter how much he tries. If he doesn't have an irreconcilable hatred with someone, he won't cook easily.

Fearing that Yan Muhuai might act recklessly, Jiang Li broke his promise to Yan Xunyi and said, "Potatoes, taro, and yams must be blanched before being served cold."

"Thank you for your advice!" Yan Muhuai was sincere in his gratitude. If Jiang Li hadn't said anything, he would have started peeling the skin and adding seasoning.

After all, these were things he had eaten raw, and he really didn't know that they couldn't be eaten cold.

After Yan Muhuai selected the five ingredients, he started to get busy, peeling some and cleaning some.

He was not very skilled and was slow. Before he had even finished one dish, Jiang Li had already prepared all the dishes neatly and efficiently.

"Do you need my help?" Seeing that Yan Muhuai had almost peeled a potato, Jiang Li asked again.

Yan Muhuai looked at him with some confusion. Was it Jiang Li who told him last night to keep his distance and try not to interact?

Could it be that this guy will turn into a caring big brother in the kitchen?

Just as I was stunned, Thirty-five's scream exploded in my head.

Yan Muhuai was so frightened that he dropped the potatoes and the peeler. He said, "Thank you for your help."

After Jiang Li took over his peeling business, Yan Muhuai sat aside and started to clean up his troublesome little system.

"What are you yelling about?" Yan Muhuai asked.

Thirty-five said in a trembling voice, "Host, I, I have unlocked a new function. I can now connect to the internet!"

"Connecting to the Internet? What's the use?" Yan Muhuai had no interest at all.

But Sanshiwu was like taking stimulants. "With this function, I can directly see the comments in the live broadcast room. If someone insults you, I can even insult them back on your behalf. I learned this from the previous host. I'm really good at insulting people online!"

"Is there any other use?" Yan Muhuai asked, suppressing his anger.

Thirty-five finally realized that Yan Muhuai's tone was not right. "I'm sorry, host. I just acquired this ability and I'm not fully proficient in it yet. Please wait for me to study it. I, I'll go now and won't disturb you anymore!"

The small system wanted to slip away, but was stopped by Yan Muhuai. "Wait a minute, since you are connected to the Internet, it should be more convenient for you to help me find someone than for me to find them directly through the real network, right?"

"That's for sure. With the plot of this world as a foundation, it's no problem to find anyone you want!" Thirty-five said confidently.

But Yan Muhuai said: "That person should have nothing to do with the plot, or even with this world."

"Ah? Then... let's give it a try, host. Please tell me the name of that person." Thirty-five felt that since it had this function, it should do something to help Yan Muhuai, otherwise it would seem really useless.

Yan Muhuai said, "His name is Little Flame."

"What's that? What's your full name, host? It doesn't sound like a formal name. It's hard to say..." Thirty-five muttered subconsciously, but changed the subject midway through, "I'll find it right away!"

After all, it was an advanced external system, so the speed was quite fast. It took less than ten seconds for Thirty-Five to mutter, "How strange, host! I thought there would be many people in the world who use Little Flame as their nickname, but guess what? There's not even a single person named Little Flame!"

Yan Muhuai hadn't expected this result. "Can you only search for other people's names?"

Thirty-five quickly explained, "No, host, I just thought of that, so after searching for Little Flame, I also searched for Little Firecracker and Little Water Splash. I can search for these nicknames directly and even count the number of people, but there is no one called Little Flame."

"That's really unreasonable." Yan Muhuai said this with an ambiguous tone.

Thirty-five didn't quite understand what he meant, but it knew that there was definitely something wrong with this result.

Yan Muhuai was silent for a moment and then said, "Forget it, let's not dwell on this issue. Since you can find someone like this, then why don't you search for Jiang Li's mother's name?"

"Oh, okay." Thirty-five came back to his senses and quickly searched out Jiang Li's interpersonal relationship map. "Host, Jiang Li's mother is called An Hui, An for peace and Hui for wisdom."

It knew that Yan Muhuai had the ability to predict other people's fate from their names, so it said the name of Jiang Li's mother in great detail.

After getting Jiang Li's mother's name, Yan Muhuai wrote it on the table next to him with his fingers.

Jiang Li next to him had already peeled the potatoes and taro, and now turned to yam.

"Jiang Li, is your father still alive?" Yan Muhuai suddenly asked.

Jiang Li paused for a moment, not knowing why Yan Muhuai would ask this. He replied in a somewhat unfriendly tone, "Dead."

This is definitely not the attitude a normal person would have when talking about their deceased father.

Yan Muhuai got a result that was completely opposite to what he had calculated, and his brows furrowed even more.

Thirty-five couldn't hold it in any longer and asked, "Master Host, have you figured out anything? What's wrong with Jiang Li's mother?"

"I didn't figure out anything." Yan Muhuai said, "It's a dead person's name, it's a miracle if I can figure it out."

Thirty-five was confused. "No, wait a minute, Master Host. Is it Jiang Li's father who died, or his mother? Why don't I understand?"