I am 35 years old and a senior Sichuan chef in Chengdu.
His left shoulder was comminutedly fractured in an accident. The moment he collapsed, he was in debt of 200,000 yuan and raising two children alone. There was no time for medical treatment and surgery, and his life hit rock bottom.
After working in the kitchen for half his life, he has mastered the cooking skills. He was seriously injured and his livelihood was almost cut off. In a dark and desperate situation, he accidentally awakened the magic chef's auxiliary system.
There is no windfall, no exaggerated sudden wealth.
The system only refines cooking skills, corrects heat, and stabilizes knife skills, giving skills and never shortcuts.
If you can't do heavy physical work, just use your right hand to hold the spoon.
Rent a small street restaurant, abide by the craftsman's heart, abide by the dining rules, and delve into the fireworks of the old Chengdu city.
Jealous and hostile colleagues, malicious smear campaigns, popular relationships in the business district, and interest disputes in the catering industry ensued one after another.
The world thinks that doing business is about intrigues, but I know very well that the world is not about fighting and killing, but about human nature.
He lives his life with a pot and a shovel, and lives his life with authentic Sichuan cuisine.
Starting from setting up stalls in small street shops, we have resolved disputes in the market, won corporate group meals, established a stable supply of goods, and gradually expanded.
The broken bones sink into the abyss, but the stove fire is not extinguished.
Relying on his practical cooking skills, he can pay off debts, support his family, save for surgery, and make a steady counterattack against the wind in the world.
