Ming Dynasty's Terminally Ill Chef God, Diners Begged Me Not to Die

Time traveled. The twelfth year of Hongzhi's reign in the Ming Dynasty. Good news, the country is safe and the people are safe. Bad news, I have tuberculosis and only have three days left to live. The shopkeeper threw me at the door of the restaurant and left me to fend for myself. I lay on the floor in swill and activated the God of Cooking system. [If your cooking is approved, your life will be extended] I fished out half a chicken from the swill bucket and roasted it with the modern fine salt provided by the system. The aroma wafted out, and the second shopkeeper of the restaurant opposite came over after smelling the smell. He ate a piece. Stunned. I ate another piece. Eyes are red. "Where did this chicken come from?" I laughed: "The chicken is fished from the swill bucket opposite you." The next day, he invited me to roast chicken. On the third day, the government officials sent a sedan to pick me up. On the fourth day, the whole city blocked the door, crying and begging me to cook—— "Lin Qi, you can't die!" "Where will we eat if you die?" "Please, make another one!" I glanced down at the system panel. [Remaining life span: 365 days] He looked up at the crowd of diners kneeling on the ground outside the door. OK. In order not to make you cry to death, I will live for a few more years.