To cook or to become a dish, that is the question.
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Qiao Yuheng passed through the book and inherited a restaurant passed down by his grandmother. Full of enthusiasm and confidence, she waited all day and night to welcome today's guests.
"Hello, would you like a piece of stewed bone soup?"
The man was sitting at the table, shivering with cold, and his face was pale. He looked like he had been ill for a long time. The premise was to ignore the chainsaw still dripping blood in his hand.
"Hey... How do you make bone soup?" Qiao Yuheng whispered to the system behind the counter.
The system screen lit up and displayed a recipe:
[One adult leg bone, add appropriate amount of water, and simmer in a pressure cooker for three hours.
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