I'm the Descendant of the Goddess Eat?
Chapter 11: The Survey

"You want rabbit satay, Dek? Just three bronze stitches!" hail one of the fast food merchants.

"Maybe next time," Retia replied then passed away.

Currently he was in the market, casually walking down the street while glancing at the trades on the left and right.

There's not too much to see there. Most food vendors sell boiled potatoes and hard bread. Others sell clothes from knitted wool, weapons, and beautiful gemstones.

Retia was the only person left at the dinner table. Sylvi and the other Maid went to complete their respective obligations, while Mary was busy washing dishes and containers used to make fries earlier.

Retia stared at the air back, intending to unlock the rewards of the previous mission.

[The first mission prize has been earned. Does the user want to open it? ]

"Yes!"

[Open a gift box... ]

[Rank Gift Box: B, successfully opened ]

[Getting ability: Simple Information> Table of other people's basic information can be seen. Close your eyes for three seconds then blink to activate the ability. ]

[Get ability: Chef Information> Cooking skill table will be added to simple information ability. ]

[Get ability: Costumer Information> Customer wish table will be added to simple information ability. ]

"Close my eyes, then blink."

Retia tries to follow the directions the system tells her, then tries them out to Mary. The floating ancient recipe book was now open, issuing a hologram containing simple information about Mary.

[Simple Information ]

Name: Mary Helen.

Age: 15 years.

Position: New maid.

Condition: Fear.

Cooking Skills: 4/10.

Cutting Expertise: 5/10.

Profiting Expertise: 7/10.

Desired Food: Sweet Bread.

Drink of the Wanted: Rebilla Tea.

Special Desire: Seeing the flower garden in the Empire.

"Oh? Very good ability! With this it would become easier to satisfy the Juries. Can this ability be used on myself?"

"But why is Mary so scared?" inner Retia wondered. However, choosing to ignore it, even though the real cause of the fear was himself who was always staring blankly into the air while muttering and smiling.

Retia began to close her eyes again, blinked then looked at her own hands. Apparently it worked, the hologram screen changed.

[Simple Information ]

Name: Retia Anggraini

Age: 23 years.

Position: Unemployment.

Condition: Curious.

Cooking Skills: 7/10.

Cutting Expertise: 6/10.

Profiting Expertise: 5/10.

Desired Food: Fried Chicken

Desired Drink: Young Coconut Ice

Special Desire: Get out of this world.

"Right, I've already asked about the Chickens in this world, but no one knows. Either because the name is different or it's not in this place."

The hologram screen blinked again, but Retia had not done anything to it.

[Major mission completed added! ]

[Main Quest: Be the Queen of Cooking, has been added ]

[Be the Queen of Cooking [0/5]

Quest: Find out how to be the Queen of Cooking.

Gifts: Eye Skills Goddess Makan> Knowledge Exchange.

Seeing the mission Retia immediately asked, "Mary, do you know about the Cooking Queen? How can I become the Queen of Cooking?"

"Queen cooking? Ah, what do you mean annual cooking competition? The winners of the competition in front of her name will be added the title of Queen of Cooking if female," replied Mary.

"A competition?"

Retia's spirit began to burn, now a new path to reach her dream has opened. Coupled with the system that helped her, Retia saw the path welcoming her with light. Although Retia's home world failed, isn't it okay to try to reach her again in this world?

"When was it held!?" retia asked half-screaming so happy.

"That's .. about four months away."

...•••...

Back in the present time, Retia has exited the market area. The reason Retia was in this place was quite simple, Retia needed a weapon. No-no, not that sharp weapon, rather a name or a connection.

Retia learns from experience. In the past, while still at the Grand Chef, Retia was underestimated and even ostracized by other participants because only she was not famous. Coming from a simple family with weak connections is almost flawed.

After thinking about what she should do to build a name in this world, Retia then decided to find and take advantage of the weak side of this world by starting to survey some areas in Sorrow city.

Retia is now entering the ranch area. If chickens really existed in this world, the Breeders should know better than the Helpers.

In each cage there is a signboard with a strange letter, uniquely Retia can understand what is written there, although the name of the animal is a bit strange.

"Hippobee Farm, Bigboar Farm. Oh? This one seems like normal, Rabbit Farm, Cattle Farm, Potato Farm, Sheep Farm ...."

Retia stopped her steps, her brain function seemed to be stopped for a while.

"Wait, Potato Farm!?" retia shouted in disbelief.

Retia turned there back, peered inside and saw what exactly the Potato meant here. Inside, Retia saw a Rancher who was gouging potatoes from the back of a large animal with a shape like a hedgehog. Horrible and disgusting.

Retia couldn't help it anymore, vomiting, soiling the walls of the innocent Potato Farm. Hearing Retia's quite loud vomit sound, the Potato Rancher immediately shouted loudly, "Who is there!!"

Retia thoughtlessly ran over while shouting an apology. Every now and then Retia glanced back and found the Breeder still chasing after her with a pale facial expression. "How's this? She must have loved her farm so much" Retia thought

Retia continued to run, at least until her legs did not receive a foothold.

"Ah, shit*n!" retia's Ogat. The girl's body began to fall into a deep canyon. Retia closed her eyes. As Retia thought her life story was over, a pair of hands caught her body.

Retia opened her eyes again and looked directly at the handsome man who owned the pitch-black eyeballs. The man's black hair fluttered in the wind. His feet jumped in the air easily. Retia could not speak anymore. The man took him flying, but there were no wings on his back.

"Are you okay?" ask the man when they've gone back up the cliff. The ability of simple information was unintentionally active and revealed information belonging to the man in front of him.

[Simple Information ]

Name: Khansa al Real

Age: 25 years.

Position: Landlord.

Condition: Shocked. Worrying.

Cooking Skills: 3/10.

Cutting Expertise: 10/10.

Profiting Expertise: 8/10.

Desired Food: Boiled Crab.

Drink of the Wanted: Rebilla Tea.

Special Desire: Looking for talented people.

"What's? His cutting skills are perfect? Who is this guy?" inner Retia wondered.

"Miss! You're all right!?" ask the Rancher who just arrived. Her completely pale face made Retia conscious and feel guilty.

"What's really going on here?" khan asked very confused.