Cat Who Cooks

In a remote oriental country, there is a small and odd restaurant that has refused the three-star rating by the Michelin Guide several times. 
“The price is fairly expensive over there, 288RMB for a set meal of Egg Fried Rice and a bowl of soup. Ah, and an extra small plate of pickled vegetables as well. Even so, there are still a long line of people queuing up and waiting for a taste. Reservations are not accepted there, only waiting and queuing personally is allowed. 
“Numerous people fly there on their private planes just to queue up. Furthermore, parking bays and parking spots are not provided there. The service is terrible here. Customers have to clear the tableware themselves and wipe the table as well. For god’s sake, the boss is literally crazy.” 
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Gourmet Food Supplier

    While Yuan Zhou was making the final preparations for the sports meet, there were also people who were trying their best to achieve their goal.


  The sound of the spoon hitting the pot was rhythmic. Feng Rui's forehead was already covered in beads of sweat, but he was not distracted. He was still staring at the pot, silently counting "56,57,58 ..."


  He held the pot in his left hand and the spoon in his right. He started to work from left and right. The veins on his arms were bulging. He was obviously using a lot of strength.


  After a short while, Feng Rui finally put the pot down. The contents of the pot could be seen now. It was a pot of egg-fried rice.


  Of course, this appearance was still open to question. To be able to see that it was a pot of egg-fried rice, it was definitely because there was only rice and eggs in it. What else could it be if not egg-fried rice?


A ten-year agreement