Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

"Kid, don't run away. You still can't pay me back. Let me take you to sell hooks!"

"Don't worry, you can make money just by lying down, and it'll be comfortable. You'll be able to pay us back quickly."

Yicheng, an urban village.

As the sun sets, it casts a golden glow on the low, white-painted buildings.

Gao Yang mechanically moved his feet, shuttling through the streets and alleys of the urban village.

Behind him, three or four burly men in shirts, each holding a stick, grinned menacingly as they chased after Gao Yang like cats chasing mice.

"Ouch, that hurts."

Gao Yang felt as if his whole body had been run over by a truck; every movement brought a wave of pain.

His left cheek was completely swollen and hot; even the slightest touch would cause a sharp pain.

What's going on? Wasn't I in a nursing home? Didn't they say I had to stay here for the next two months?

He remembers that he was sent to a sanatorium because he had late-stage stomach cancer and had no chance of being cured, where he spent the rest of his life.

But why did I find myself reborn in this time the moment I opened my eyes?

Gao Yang's heart was pounding wildly.

He looked around, at the burly man chasing him, panting heavily, not daring to stop for even a moment.

He could feel the sweat constantly streaming down his forehead and into his eyes, a mixture of sourness and spiciness.

"Kid, don't run away. It's only 50,000 yuan. You can pay it off by taking on 500 groups of customers."

Behind him, a burly man's lips curled into a cold, hard arc. His eyes held no warmth, only undisguised malice and control.

He could have easily captured Gao Yang in one step, but he deliberately slowed down by half a step, allowing the other to escape for a few more seconds, before closing in with an even more ruthless approach.

The smile deepened, carrying a chilling, bloodthirsty edge.

"Run!"

The burly man spoke in a very low voice, his menacing aura almost overflowing.

"Your house is here, I'd like to see where you can run to."

Upon hearing this, Gao Yang could only manage a wry smile.

My life has been miserable ever since I started dating an ex-girlfriend.

He remembered that in his previous life, around this time, he was working three jobs a day to help his ex-girlfriend pay off her debts.

Just when he was about to raise the 50,000 yuan, his ex-girlfriend hooked up with a rich man, took all the money and moved away, and directed the group of thugs to ask Gao Yang for the money.

That's why, at a young age, Gao Yang left his hometown and entered the kitchen, starting with sweeping and washing dishes, a job he did for forty years.

Although he became the most famous chef in the world at the time, he also developed many health problems and eventually died of stomach cancer alone.

Fifty thousand may not sound like much, but this was in 1993, when the average monthly salary was only a few hundred yuan!

Just like in my previous life, I had to leave my hometown.

impossible.

In my previous life, a few years after he left, with the reforms, my house was included in the demolition plan, and the demolition compensation alone was close to one million.

Unfortunately, his house was occupied by this group of thugs, and no one spoke up for him. After being beaten up, he had no choice but to give up.

How could I possibly let go so easily in this lifetime?

But what should we do now?

Behind this group of thugs is a big shot; those they kidnapped have never returned.

It's said they were taken abroad to sell their organs.

Gao Yang felt his steps growing heavier and heavier, his vision blurring, and his mind going completely blank.

Soon, a name appeared in his mind.

"Let's go, let's go there!"

He clenched his teeth, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth, and quickened his pace again, turning left and right until he entered a main road.

…………

"Hello, I'm looking to hire a head chef."

Gao Yang moved swiftly, stepping through the gate.

Even the two doormen responsible for greeting guests at the door were completely caught off guard.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?"

Lin Ran was dressed in professional attire and looked fashionable.

She frowned as she saw several people suddenly burst into the hall, and walked over gracefully.

"Hello sir, would you like to dine?"

Lin Ran understood that these people definitely weren't here to dine, but his professionalism kept him wearing a polite smile.

"I want to apply for your head chef position."

Gao Yang plopped down on the ground, supporting himself with his hands and panting heavily.

His legs trembled as he kept inhaling fresh oxygen into his lungs.

Those burly men were exhausted too. At first, it was a cat-and-mouse game, but they didn't expect the kid to be so fast. They almost lost him.

"Kid, just accept your fate. Come back with us and let us teach you some manners."

One of the burly men had a ferocious expression and kept banging a wooden stick on the ground as he walked towards Gao Yang.

"Are you sure you want to do it here?"

Gao Yang sneered.

As expected, the burly man at the head of the group reached out and stopped his men from doing so.

"Touching is prohibited inside the Grand Hotel."

The burly man said coldly.

Sweat streamed down his face, and his eyes, filled with murderous intent, were fixed on Gao Yang.

"How did this kid know we can't fight here?"

He was secretly amazed, and after thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out. He could only attribute it to the kid's good luck.

A smile slowly crept onto Gao Yang's lips.

The Grand Court Hotel is rumored to be backed by a powerful figure with connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles.

That's why he came here without hesitation.

Lin Ran, who was standing to the side, roughly understood what was going on.

"Sir, this is the Grand Hotel. If you are going to cause trouble, please leave immediately, or I will notify security."

She frowned, her words filled with impatience.

Gao Yang had also calmed down by this time. Looking at the well-decorated restaurant, he smiled at the beautiful woman in front of him and said, "Miss, I'm not joking. I heard that you need a head chef, so I came here specifically to apply."

"So what skills do you have? We have very high requirements here; you need to be proficient in at least one cuisine to be able to become our chef."

The smile that had been on Lin Ran's face was gone.

The young man in front of me was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. He was not old and had a thin build. He didn't look like someone who was proficient in a particular cuisine at all.

"So young, could he really have some special skills?"

Lin Ran frowned.

It wasn't time for customers to arrive, and several lobby staff members were gathered together, looking in this direction.

"This guy is just trying to attract attention, daring to cause trouble here."

"Yes, yes, look how young he is. He must have done something bad and was afraid of being caught by the others, so he ran here."

Their voices were loud enough to reach Lin Ran's ears.

Lin Ran was now even more certain that this kid had come here just to try his luck.

He immediately wanted to call security and have the person thrown out.

Seeing this, the burly men didn't urge him on. They silently pulled out a chair and waited for the moment Gao Yang would be thrown out.

They had already planned how they would torture this kid.

"I can cook Western food!"

Seeing that things were going badly, Gao Yang remained calm and stood up to get a glass of water.

"Glug glug"

His Adam's apple bobbed.

Several black lines immediately appeared on Lin Ran's forehead.

"Sir, this is a Chinese restaurant, specializing in home-style dishes."

Lin Ran was furious. This guy was just here to cause trouble. Putting aside whether he was a chef or not, he was cooking Western food in a Chinese restaurant.

Upon hearing this, the burly men burst out laughing.

"Seriously, you're starting to make things up just to save your life?"

Back in 1993, proper Western food was incredibly expensive; a single meal could cost an average family a month's salary, and in smaller cities, it was impossible to find a single Western restaurant.

Let alone Gao Yang, I doubt you could find five chefs in the entire Yicheng who know how to cook Western food.

But this kid still had a strong argument to make.

That's absolutely hilarious.

The onlookers also laughed, pointing and whispering at Gao Yang with disdain and contempt.

"What if I actually knew how to do it?"

Gao Yang leaned against the front desk, looking calm and composed.

"If you could, I'd write my name backwards."

Before the burly man could finish speaking, he stood up with his henchmen and bowed to Lin Ran.

"Miss, no need to trouble you, we brothers will take care of this man for you."

After saying that, he looked at Gao Yang, clenched his fist, and grinned.

Lin Ran snorted coldly and nodded silently.

What a bad day!

Just then, a little girl rushed down from the second floor in a hurry.

"Sister Ran, Sister Ran, something terrible has happened! The boss is entertaining foreigners and wants us to find a Western chef right away!"