At 200 Pounds, I Am Cultivating Immortality at a Noodle Stall

Chen Mo, weighing 200 pounds, is a junior in college, has failed two subjects, is a shining star, and is eating chicken and lying on the ground. At four o'clock in the morning, he fished out a rusty bottle from under the century-old soup of "Chen Ji Braised Noodles", and an old man with a vicious tongue emerged: "If you are so fat, your father's soup will get into your hands sooner or later." After a bowl of "Xing Wei Soup", Chen Mo spent four hours squatting in the toilet. The smell was so bad that the dogs next door moved. Went on the scale again - lost ten pounds. Hold the knife again - the ginger wire is so thin that it can pass a needle. Play the king again - his hand speed is so fast that his teammates think he is cheating. "This is called 'food refining', using the kitchen as the Tao and using the soup as the elixir." From then on, I made soup in the early morning, took classes during the day, and practiced knife skills until it was frothy. The 200-pound fat man is getting thinner and thinner day by day, and his prediction of moves in the game has become a cooking instinct. The school beauty brought breakfast to him, and he said, "My dad's soup nourishes the stomach." His childhood sweetheart fell in love and got drunk, so he carried her home and cooked noodles with her until the early morning. She lay on his back and her heart beat faster: "Fat Mo, why don't you stink?" Chen Mo: "... I have become an immortal." But trouble also came. Elementary school classmates spread rumors about "technological ruthlessness", food alliances forced acquisitions, and international capital tried to eliminate traditional food. Chen Mo used coal fire as the cauldron and ingredients as the elixir, and went from a bowl of braised noodles to the World Chef Championship. "I'm not a chef, I'm just a soup keeper. But who wants to cut off my father's soup——" "I'll cut him off first." "I'll cut him off first."