Siheyuan: Silly Zhu Reborn

He Yuzhu wakes groggily on his sickbed and looks around. There’s no one there. On the table sits a plate of food covered in mold, filling him with despair. He feels himself growing lighter and lighter, then enters a black ring of light that looks like a tunnel. His head is spinning badly. What’s happening to me? A voice calls out in his ear again and again: “Chef He.”