Twenty-first Century Executive Chef He Yuzhu woke up and returned to the winter of 1965. It's still the same courtyard full of calculations, and it's still the same group of old neighbors who want to "eat him up". Qin Huairu wants to exchange her tears for a lunch box? Xu Damao wants to use conspiracy to cause destruction? The three uncles want to use morality to kidnap him to provide for him in old age? Looking at the large iron pot with a diameter of one meter in his hand, and then looking at the **"God-level celebrity chef and the favor ledger system"** bound in his mind, He Yuzhu smiled. In this life, he will not be taken advantage of, only the one who holds the spoon.
Since you like to calculate, then I will accompany you to calculate this "favor account"!
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