After His Hands Were Broken While Making Yin and Yang Rice, the Prince of Beijing Went Crazy
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I am the most famous chef in Hong Kong, and I only cook "dirty" things. Just after midnight, the phone rang. The ocean-going cargo ship of the Li family, the richest man in the city, lost its way in the "Bermud Triangle". The entire crew disappeared out of thin air, leaving only an empty ship. The young master of the Li family came to the door in person and handed over a black gold card with a pale face. "Please, Master Chen, cook a 'soul-inducing feast'. My dad told me in a dream that they are hungry and can't go home. As long as you make a move, the price is not a problem, otherwise our Li family will never be the same!" It was a matter of great importance. I picked up the brass food box that had been used for half a century and was about to go out, but I was blocked by several well-dressed Internet celebrities at the door of the kitchen. The leader was the recently popular food anchor "Sweetheart Master". She pinched her nose and said, "Oh, is this the legendary 'ghost' chef? The place is too shabby, and the camera can't even find a good angle." "Hurry up! Serve us a table of your signature dishes! We will broadcast the whole process live and make sure you are popular!" I frowned and was about to explain when another girl who looked like an assistant pushed me impatiently. "What are you waiting for! It's your blessing to be honored by our 'sweetheart'! Don't be disrespectful!" "It's just a meal, what can I do to delay you? Go and get ready, we are in a hurry to get to the next check-in point!" I looked at them and suddenly smiled. Check-in point? My Chen Ji's food has been eaten by people who haven't eaten it for hundreds of years!
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