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The night Sha Zhu died on a snowy night, twenty-one people in the hospital were eating his last bag of stick noodles. Before dying, he saw Qin Huairu. "Silly Zhu," her eyes were full of disgust: "How about you stay away from death? Bangge and they think it's unlucky." Reborn in 1965, He Yuzhu, who was holding the [God of Cooking System], looked at the "vampires" in the courtyard and suddenly laughed out loud. He is the head chef of the steel rolling mill and will also be the number one chef at future state banquets; He is a model young man in street reviews and a predator at the top of the courtyard food chain. While the beasts in the hospital are still calculating the half-pound meat tickets, He Yuzhu's menu has already been filled with the bloody history of an era. "Don't you all love holding conferences?" In the spring breeze of reform, he flicked the gold dust on his suit, "You have to listen carefully to the roadshow for IPO today - after all, every brick you live in is the stock code of my He Group."