Rebirth: I Am Not the God of Cooking

Urban life + food In a small seaside town, there is a strange little shop. The store is not big, but it has received three-star reviews from Michelin several times. The ingredients there are simple, such as simple egg fried rice, clear soup ramen, and refreshing kimchi, but customers wait in long lines and linger. Reservations are not accepted there because the boss is too lazy to remember names, and guidance is not accepted there because the boss believes that his craftsmanship is the best. The most outrageous thing is that there is a limit to the number of customers that can be received there every day, because the boss only works six hours a day. There is no other way, the customers can only curse while queuing up, and then when the food is served, they clean the plates in front of them and say: It smells so delicious! By the way, I heard that the proprietress in the store is very beautiful. If you are lucky, you can see her gently serving you a plate. And that strange boss. A reporter once said in an interview that he should run for Chef God, but he waved his hand. "I'm not a chef, I'm just a cook..."