Good news: I traveled back to the 1990s and bound the system.
Bad news: The system wants me to become the God of Cooking and bring down the whole world, but I just want to make a fool of myself and become a salted fish.
In order to make ends meet, I just want to fill my stomach with potatoes.
As a result, the fragrance made the rich mother and the fake daughter cry.
Passerby: "No, this partiality is too outrageous?!"
In order to support my retirement, I just want to set up a porridge stall to make some money.
Result: A bowl of soothing porridge cured the richest man's stubborn insomnia, and he insisted on spending money to make me the queen of catering.
Gu Mingyuan: "Stop talking nonsense, I voted for the entire food city!"
For the sake of purity, I just wanted to make a home-cooked meal to entertain the judges.
Result: After eating a plate of egg fried rice, the master at the state banquet burst into tears, crying and shouting that he wanted to become my teacher.
Everyone: "... We are here to compete, not to find Grandma Grandma!"
Me (looking up at the sky at 45 degrees): "I, Shen Qinghuan, only want to be a salted fish. Why do people always force me to become a god?"
