Sixty Counterattacks, Shazhu Picks up a Knife to Settle Old Scores

In 1960, Shazhu was reborn as an eighteen-year-old. In his previous life, he froze to death under an overpass and had wild dogs tearing his flesh apart. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Master Yu, who had long since been buried, was still teaching him how to cut holes. His hands were white, tender and without calluses. As he touched the kitchen knife, there was a buzz in his head - his cooking skills had skyrocketed to the intermediate level, a level he had only reached in his forties in his previous life. Yi Zhonghai held an enamel jar and poked his head at the door of the kitchen. Qin Huairu hadn't married yet. He Yuzhu clenched the handle of the knife tightly, the blade glowing with cold light: The accounts that should be settled were written down one stroke at a time. No one can escape from the debts that should be collected.