In the capital.
It was a sunny morning.
The bright sun hung in the sky.
There was a clamor of footsteps and shouts.
Yang Zhe gasped and woke up from his chair.
He opened his heavy eyelids and felt a little surprised.
Where was this…?
He was clearly in the hotel kitchen just now.
Everything had been normal, but a blinding burning flame suddenly exploded in front of him.
Then, his vision turned black. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a different place.
Intense flames…?
Gas pipeline explosion?
Yang Zhe took a deep breath, and six words suddenly appeared in his mind.
Was he reborn?
He pinched his thigh hard, and an intense pain quickly spread.
Was he dreaming?
Had he really been reborn?
He raised his head and looked around.
He found himself in a huge valley.
The terrain of this valley was very steep, and the rocks on both sides were even more steep and jagged.
From time to time, gravel and debris fell down, looking very dangerous.
Then, the ground shook slightly.
When he turned around, his eyes widened!
In front of him, on a narrow mountain path near the west.
A group of people dressed in ancient armor rode tall horses past him.
The sound of horse hooves was so loud that the surrounding area was filled with dust.
He reached out to fan the dust in front of him and looked at this group of people without blinking.
There were a lot of them. Yang Zhe roughly estimated that there were about fifty to sixty of them.
Moreover, he was holding all kinds of weapons in his hands and constantly shouting some words that made people's blood boil.
"Charge! For victory and hope!”
"Warriors, kill!"
"Killing the enemy and serving the country is our duty!”
"For the peace of our country and the stability of our people! Kill!"
Horses and soldiers roared as they passed by him, bringing with them a strong gust of wind.
Yang Zhe stood rooted to the ground with a dumbfounded expression. He could not believe his eyes.
What was going on?
Did I f * cking transmigrate to ancient times?!
Damn it, he hated history the most when he was in school.
How was he going to survive if he was thrown into this ancient wilderness?
He looked in the direction where the soldiers had left in a daze.
He was a little confused and a little desperate.
Just as he was thinking about what to do.
Suddenly, a rough male voice came from behind Yang Zhe.
"Ka! Not bad, not bad, you passed it in one go!"
"Everyone, you've done a good job. Take a break. The logistics staff, quickly go and hand over the water!”
"Director, what do you think of this one?”
When Yang Zhe turned his head to look.
He found a bunch of burly men in casual clothes holding all kinds of equipment and storyboards.
It looked like a combination of a director and a stage supervisor.
From the looks of it…this was a production team?
He looked around again.
Seeing many unknown extras sweating under the sun
, the director, who was wearing sunglasses and holding a thick script in his hand, spoke loudly to the extras in a very rude manner.
Not far away, there were all kinds of equipment for hanging wires on the open space.
All of these things dazzled him.
Fuck!
So it was a TV series?
Yang Zhe suddenly realized that he was on set!
What kind of movie was this?
He looked around and saw a banner hanging not far away.
On the banner was written,"Wishing the production team of" A Long Song "a great start!"
Longsong…?
Looking at the familiar environment around him, Yang Zhe lowered his head slightly, and some distant memories instantly surged into his heart.
That's right, when he was 22 years old, he had been a chef in this production team for a period of time.
But it was a pity.
Not only did the profession of a chef not earn money, but it also exhausted him.
One person had to cook lunch boxes for hundreds of people a day. The pot and shovel were about to smoke.
At the end of the day, her back was sore and she felt very uncomfortable.
He had no choice but to change his profession and become a chef in a restaurant.
This continued until he was 35 years old.
This year, he became the head chef.
There were at least a dozen acolytes under him.
Although he was single, his cooking skills were not bad.
After he became the head chef, he had never received a bad review.
When he had nothing to do, he liked to fish and water the flowers. It was very comfortable.
He had some achievements in his life, but not much.
Just as Yang Zhe was recalling his career as a chef.
A cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
[
Congratulations to the host for activating the gourmet system!]】
[Recipe obtained: Divine Egg-Fried Rice!】
[Host: Yang Zhe]
[Identity: Chef]
[Prestige: Unknown]
Yang Zhe: ???
What the hell?
His transmigration cheat was transferred to his account just like that?
He was caught off guard.
Yang Zhe quickly came back to his senses. Then, he realized that there were many things in his mind that he had never seen before.
For example, there was a recipe for 'God Tier Egg-Fried Rice' and an introduction to the gourmet system.
This Gourmet System... It sounded very powerful.
He just didn't know how to use it.
After thinking for a moment, Yang Zhe decided to go to the kitchen first.
However, after taking two steps, he realized that he had long forgotten where the kitchen was after so many years.
After thinking hard for a while, her brain was frozen and she couldn't remember anything.
Helplessly, he randomly pulled a stage supervisor who was passing by.
"Brother, do you know where the kitchen is?”
"Are you crazy? You cook every day and don't even remember where the kitchen is? Go straight and turn left over there."
The stage supervisor looked at the chef in horror as if he had seen a ghost.
Yang Zhe awkwardly let go of his arm when he heard what he said.
Then, she walked in the direction he pointed.
After walking halfway, he looked at the familiar scenery around him.
Only then did a sense of familiarity surge into his heart.
Soon, he arrived at the kitchen door.
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