A Bowl of Braised Pork in 70'S Master of Cooking Is Exchanged for a Courtyard House

Traveling through the 70s, I was tricked by the system into becoming the God of Cooking. A spatula in the left hand and a broken bowl in the right hand will be sold in exchange for a bride price at the beginning. I grabbed a bowl of braised pork and the aroma spread throughout the alley, and also attracted Director Wang from the subdistrict office. He agreed: "The cafeteria is short of a cook, it's you!" The best relative has red eyes and wants to suck my blood? I turned my wrist, and the kitchen knife flashed with cold light. By the way, I picked up a silent and capable retired soldier as a bodyguard, and the rent was a bowl of hot noodle soup every day. I exchanged sweet and sour pork for my first antique, and jumped over the wall to get the key information. While others were still competing for their iron rice bowl, I had quietly bought the first, second... And Nth courtyard house. Until one day, a group of men in black came to my door and bowed ninety degrees to the soldier I picked up: "Mr. Zhou, the southern business community is waiting for you to return and take charge of the overall situation!" The man wiped my wok slowly without looking back: "No, didn't you see that I was beating my wife?" Later, the whole city knew that if you wanted to ask the "God of Cooking" who owned half of the city's real estate, you had to first ask the richest man wearing an apron behind her.