Eat Soul

Shen Yan (receiving) × Lu Heming (attacking) The poisonous tongue of a Buddhist · The poor owner of a century-old restaurant × The arrogant and sinister · The prince of Taotang Group If you were a debt-ridden restaurant owner and were suddenly selected by a system one day, what would be your reaction? A. A golden finger from heaven! I'm going to counterattack! B. System? Don't lie to me. C. Oh, let's try it. Shen Yan chose B because the first task the system gave him was to make one hundred thousand yuan in seven days. "If I can earn 100,000 yuan in seven days, why should I eat porridge?" But he took it anyway. Because the system says that those lost recipes from ancient books will be lost forever if no one finds them again. That was something his great-great-grandfather guarded his whole life. So Shen Yan put on an apron, carried three recipe cards, and set up a table at the entrance of the alley. On the first day, someone took a picture of the pear cake he made and sent it to a certain sweet potato, with the title: [Brother Yan Xinzhai's appearance is shocking - Even if he is good-looking, is it reasonable for the dish to be made like this? The next day, the team lined up outside the alley. On the third day, he drew a new card. Before he could be happy, a young man with a high chin appeared in the kitchen. "... Mr. Lu's family, what are you doing here again?" "Inspection and cooperation." "Inspection of what?" "Examine you." Lu Heming was leaning against the door of the kitchen, wearing a three-piece suit and shiny cufflinks, and he spoke as if he were ordering food. Shen Yan put the apron into his hand expressionlessly. "Okay. Wash vegetables, dishes, and wipe the stove. You can choose one of them. Our shop doesn't support idlers, especially not peacocks who wear suits and don't wash dishes." Lu Heming: "... Who did you just say was the peacock?" From that day on, Yan Xinzhai's daily life became like this—— Shen Yan was cooking in the front, and Lu Heming was clumsily washing the dishes in the back. If one fell, he would pay three; Shen Yan developed a new dish, and Lu Heming served as the chief taster. He could not give any effective suggestions other than "delicious" and "ok"; Shen Yan pulled out a new card and found that the mission was related to Lu Heming again, "Do you have a hidden identity? Why is the system always targeting you?" Lu Heming wiped the plate and replied casually: "Maybe because it looks good." Shen Yan: "... Get out." But it was the same person who was the first to hang up the phone when he was bullied by a black shop, turned his back to him and said softly: Leave this matter to me. It was the same person who silently put down a cup of hot soy milk when he was staring at the empty stove in the middle of the night. The same person, when everyone said "Yan Xinzhai is out of business", tore up a contract that no one was optimistic about, and then said: I am optimistic about you. Shen Yan thought to himself, sometimes this person doesn't deserve a beating. ——Probably only deserves a beating. Intention: When the lost recipe becomes the oath of guardianship, when the fire on the stove is more dazzling than the neon light. A dish can carry a forgotten history; a person can guard a stove that will never go out.