I Used the Inheritance of the God of Cooking to Cook a Big Banquet

Chapter 26: Zhen Nima gave in, deliberately hit someone with his car, and then ran away. That was a fucking hit and run! Give it a mallet! If you catch him, send him to the police station and lock him up for three years, then go to the hospital for an injury examination and get compensation! You even come to your door, beat me up, say harsh words and then leave, are you mentally ill? Or do you feel uncomfortable if you don't let others bully you?

When I write about food, I just write about food. I don't care if I have to go to a hotel to work. I even tolerate being an apprentice. Damn, there's even an exchange between two He Chens. Look at the yarn! I wonder if someone else wrote it later. Good food articles are written like fantasy and supernatural things.

Seeing that I gave up on going to work in a hotel, I still prefer the front part of making big banquets and selling box lunches.

The more I look at it, the more rubbish it becomes