A century-old rule in the late-night cafeteria: only accept guests who are destined to meet you, and don't ask about worldly affairs. Feng Zhiqiu has been guarding the stove and signing in for a full hundred years, and has already become a living fossil.
When the world's richest man holds tens of thousands of dollars in begging for a bowl of ecstatic rice, and when a foreign chef kneels in front of the door to be his apprentice, people are shocked to realize that the boss's sign-in reward has long been beyond the ordinary recipes.
Battle for the God of Cookery? That was the beggar I taught casually. State banquet standard? That's what I had left from playing a hundred years ago. I just wanted to sign in quietly, but my strength didn't allow it.
