Siheyuan: I'm He Yuzhu, the God of Cooking

That night, Silly Zhu died in a heavy snowstorm, while all twenty-one people in the courtyard shared his last bag of cornmeal.

As he lay dying, he saw Qin Huairu.

“Silly Zhu,” she said, her eyes full of contempt. “Could you die somewhere else? Banggeng and the others think it’s bad luck.”

Reborn in 1965, He Yuzhu, with the [Chef God System] in hand, looked at the “vampires” filling the courtyard and suddenly burst out laughing.

He was the master of the wok in the steel mill’s kitchen, and would one day become the head chef at state banquets;

He was a model young man recognized by the neighborhood committee, and also the hunter at the top of the courtyard’s food chain.

While the beasts of the courtyard were still scheming over half a pound of meat coupons, He Yuzhu’s menu already chronicled an era of blood and turmoil.

“Don’t you all love holding meetings?” In the spring breeze of reform, he brushed the gold dust from his suit. “Then you’d better listen closely to today’s IPO roadshow. After all, every brick in your homes is a stock ticker for my He Group.”