On a rainy night, the delivery of food was knocked away. Chen Feng closed his eyes and was still afraid of negative reviews and deductions. When he opened his eyes again, Cheng Dayin died of starvation in a ruined temple, leaving only a piece of rags and half a bag of moldy flour. He used modern techniques to save flour and fry golden fried rice. As soon as the aroma of oil wafted, he was stopped by an old man in civilian clothes - he was actually the prime minister in plain clothes!
The seductive fried rice conquered the prime minister and got ten taels of silver on the spot. But just after the transfer, the guild came to close the stall, and the colleagues also made trouble. Chen Feng weighed the spatula and smiled: You want to cut off my livelihood? No way!
