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Star hotel chef Lin Yuan refused to use synthetic meat and angrily threw away his work badge. The wife said, "You can throw away the six hundred thousand a year if you want." She dragged the box back to her parents' home. With his five-year-old daughter, he took over a deserted small frying shop in the old factory area. Four square tables, two private rooms, and a backyard bungalow. The licenses are complete, the equipment is clean, but there is no pot gas. Some people offered him 600,000 yuan to buy out the formula to make cooking kits, some people offered him an annual salary of 600,000 yuan to ask him to leave, and some people stuffed rats into the freezer. He's not going anywhere. The hearth is here, the roots are here.