"I agreed to be a chef, but you have to force me to be a chef, right?"
He Yu transformed into He Yuzhu of the courtyard, chewing his teeth while looking at the big blackened iron pot in the canteen of the steel rolling mill——
[Ding! Big pot dish critical attack! Understand the lost secret recipe of Shandong cuisine's nine-turn large intestine!
[Boiled cabbage triggers epiphany! Make your own beggar's version of boiled cabbage!
When the whole hospital was starved for three years, He Yuzhu set up a big stove:
Bangzi noodles with steamed buns stuffed with luncheon meat, cabbage buns stewed with Soviet red sausage, and Maotai as cooking wine soy sauce pot filled with delicious food!
Silly Zhu sneaked over the wall in an attempt to get a carrot, but was slapped into a pig's head by a spatula: "Brother, I just want to smell it!"
Xu Damao held up the lunch box and smiled flatteringly: "Master Zhu! Can I exchange the movie ticket for half a spoon of broth?"
And that teacher Wen Li, who always thought he smelled like oil smoke, was squatting by the stove with an enamel jar:
"He Yuzhu! I agreed that I would only cook for you for five years. It's already been fifty years..."
He Yuzhu flipped the spoon and hid the lion's head at the state banquet in the bottom of his wife's bowl: "What's the rush? When I bring out the full banquet of Manchu Han from the Forbidden City, we'll eat it for another five hundred years!"
