Has the Crooked Veterinarian Eaten a Customer Again Today?

[A Western European food novel] Lin Weilun never imagined that after dying suddenly, he, a head chef at a Michelin three-star restaurant, would transmigrate back to England in 1928 and become a poor, struggling veterinary intern in the countryside. He initially planned to give up the unfamiliar internship and return to his old profession, but then, [A fly with a broken hind leg] Staring at the fly on the back of his hand, with strange words floating above its head, Lin Weilun: ??? And that wasn’t all. A neighbor’s dog jumps at his face as he walks by. Above its head: [A dog with an underdeveloped cerebellum] He helps the sow next door give birth. Above the piglet’s head: [A piglet with a malformed left ventricle] Lin Weilun looks down at the dying piglet, then up at the anxious farmer. At last, he realizes that being a veterinarian might not be so bad after all. “I’m sorry, sir,” he says gravely. “There’s really no saving your little one.” Then he changes tack. “But I suppose I can take care of it for you.” Before long, an incomparable aroma of roasted meat takes over the countryside. And every night from then on, the smell grows more powerful. It drifts out of town and all the way to London, astonishing the countless people tormented by British food, supposedly “cooking from the depths of hell.” Crowds flock to him. “Mr. Weilun’s cooking tastes like it came straight from the kingdom of the gods!” * At first, the farmers whose beloved livestock had been eaten by the veterinarian were furious. They surrounded the clinic, intent on making the heartless man pay. But before they could even knock, they were surrounded by another strange group of people. They called themselves “buyers from London,” “renowned chefs,” “a joint research team from the Royal Veterinary Research Institute,” “a delegation of great nobles,” and “the Queen’s attendants.” They tracked down every farmer who had visited the clinic and discreetly produced stacks of astonishingly lucrative purchase orders “Excuse me, whose livestock has Mr. Weilun eaten today?” “If it’s been served at Mr. Weilun’s table, price is never an issue.” “Hey, listen, friend. Mr. Weilun represents the future of English cuisine, the expert who sets standards for meat quality, and the founder of England’s livestock quarantine laws. Do you really understand what that means? So hurry up. If Mr. Weilun has eaten it, we’ll buy it, no matter the price!” * Other veterinary clinics: treating, diagnosing, and racing the grim reaper. Mr. Weilun’s veterinary clinic: picking, firing up the stove, and choosing today’s side dishes. And yet his is the only veterinary clinic that earns the gratitude of countless farmers and is celebrated by countless people as a source of national pride. This era may one day bear his name. *Content warning: The male lead has rock-bottom morals. PPS: This idea came out of nowhere, so I started this one first. Once I finish it, I’ll go write the vampire novel. Kisses! Theme: Break free from the constraints of life and never give up in the face of adversity. As long as you keep a kind heart and treat others honestly, the world will always repay you with smiles and good fortune.