The Stove Is Full of Fire

Lin Yuan, director of food research and development, collapsed from overwork while delivering a speech at the annual meeting, and woke up as Lin Dazhu, a middle-aged Orion in Qingshi Village on the edge of the wilderness - so poor that the leaky stove in the house collapsed in half, and his only legacy was the wound left by the original hunter three days ago. I wanted to lie down and live my life, but my plan was disrupted by a strange beast "Red Croaker" with a human face and a fish body. The whole village surrounded his dilapidated house and begged him to take action to get rid of the harm. Lin Yuan wanted to run away, but his eyes lit up when he saw Chi Qiu - isn't this the collagen isinglass concept product that was not developed in his previous life? A broken black iron pot, a dull knife, and a handful of wild onions. When the stir-fried red poultry comes out of the pot, the fish meat is shiny and fragrant. Lin Yuan took the first bite, and the bottleneck of his original practice that had been stuck for twenty years was loosened on the spot. From then on, the hunters in Qingshi Village no longer hunted, but instead ran errands and delivered food to him. A bowl of soup can heal old wounds, and a piece of meat can strengthen courage. When the news spread, various forces came to hear the news. Some people offered thousands of gold to buy the formula, while others drew their swords to rob people. Lin Yuan carried his broken pot, followed by an unknown witch girl and a retired old cultivator, and drove all the way from the restaurant at the entrance of the village to the sky - and finally at the foot of the Tianzhu, he used an ordinary iron pot to cook a bowl of noodles with clear soup, and said to the immortals and mortals sitting opposite: "While it's hot."