He Yuzhu opened his eyes and became the "silly pillar" that everyone in the courtyard shouted and beat.
The father ran away with the widow, the sister was so thin that her cheekbones protruded, and the whole hospital was waiting to see his joke. Jia and Zhang blocked the door and asked for a house. Yi Zhonghai stood on the moral high ground and persuaded him to be generous. A kitchen knife with "He Ji" engraved on it is the only thing left by the father who ran away.
In his previous life, he was the executive chef of a five-star hotel, and his soul was transformed into a ninth-level kitchen worker in 1960. The knife skills are still there, and the accounts can be calculated more accurately - the boss does not suffer, and he does not suffer either. A bowl of cabbage and tofu soup warmed the old worker's stomach, and a pot of braised noodles made my sister cry. He tore apart a chicken in public in the courtyard, running the blade along the joints and picking out all the bones. From then on, no one in the courtyard dared to call him those two words to his face.
Lao Zhao in the canteen of the steel rolling mill said that his craftsmanship should not be level nine. The factory director remembered him. Ma Hua chased after him and wanted to kowtow and become his master. Even the second son of Lao Sun's family who chased dogs and caught sparrows all day long dared to fight for him, wiping his nose and saying "I don't regret it."
Life was just stick noodles, porridge and pickles, but he had a system, a knife, and a sister who said she wanted to take the exam at Beijing Normal University. This time, he won't let anyone treat him as a fool.
He used a kitchen knife to cut off all the evil schemes in the courtyard. Wearing an apron, he prepared New Year's Eve dinner for his wife, children, and children in his courtyard.
