Linzhou died during the Wanli period.
He refused to be reincarnated and watched people cooking in the human world, saw roadside stalls from the imperial kitchen, and saw modern times from the Ming Dynasty.
For more than four hundred years, he had not touched a pot.
Until this day, he met a college student who died suddenly in front of the cafeteria window - Lin Yi, a descendant of his younger brother.
Both parents died in a car accident. After settling the funeral arrangements, I came back to the transfer window, but I couldn't hold on and left first.
Lin Zhou finished flipping through the phone with the screen still on and saw the last unsent message:
"Dad, Mom, I can't keep the window, I'm sorry."
The old ghost, who had not shed tears in more than four hundred years, suddenly squatted under the stove and sniffed.
Then he stood up, tore up the transfer contract, and put on Lin Yi's apron.
His gesture of shaking the spoon made the entire kitchen stunned.
On the first day, the aunts in the cafeteria thought he was crazy.
On the third day, the students began to discuss "the handsome senior at window 5."
On the seventh day, the boss at the window next door came over with a bowl and asked, "What did you put in your braised pork?"
Later, someone checked Lin Yi's background and discovered that his parents were just ordinary canteen contractors, and that his ancestors had been cooks for eight generations.
But no one knows that this "ancestor" is using his young body to take charge of a stove that has lost its incense.
You thought he was dead.
No, he lived from four hundred years ago to now.
Mission: Food is the first priority for the people