Lin Su retired. After spending half his life cooking for the big shots in the capital, being treated as a cash cow by his unfilial descendants, and almost being admitted to the ICU out of anger, he ran away overnight with his bedroll in his arms and hid in the deep mountains and old forests where no one was eating. He just wants to grow vegetables, keep bees, drink tea, and wait quietly for death. Unexpectedly, just a few days after the peaceful days, a lost outdoor anchor accidentally entered his courtyard. The anchor watched Lin Su use the earthiest stove and burn the wildest firewood, but the dishes he cooked were sparkling with gold and fragrant. "F*ck! Old man, your skills... Are you from New Oriental?" Lin Su raised his eyelids: "New Oriental? That's the place where I taught my disciples." #Start is a great master# The live broadcast room exploded. A mediocre dish of boiled cabbage, the soup is as clear as water, and tastes as rich as dashi; an ordinary dish of mapo tofu, he made it into eight different flavor levels. Netizens went crazy, carrying long guns and short cannons, driving luxury cars, and breaking through the tranquility of the mountains, just for a meal. A certain gourmet: "I would like to call it the hand of God!" A certain billionaire: "Master Lin, I will offer you 100 million to be my private chef!" Lin Su closed the door and put a note on it: "The meal is over, make a reservation for next month, eat it if you like." He just wanted to support himself in old age, but his craftsmanship did not allow him to keep a low profile. Later, the unfilial descendants, who had their eyes high above their heads, knelt outside the door, crying and begging him to come home. Lin Su was lying on the rocking chair, leisurely watching the new apprentice feeding the bees sugar water. "Go back? Isn't the honey in the mountains sweet? Or is the cabbage grown by myself not fragrant?" "Get out of here, don't delay my saving for retirement." ** Tags:
