Li Meng, who was honorably discharged after joining the army for three years, is a senior practitioner, 27 years old, and has five years of work experience.

It's not a special forces, it's not a tank soldier, it's not any tall soldier, a small car maintenance soldier, and I've been awarded a wooden award.

During the five years of work, I worked as a salesman, a workshop worker, and ran through the transportation ......

The longest time to do it is the owner of the good taste restaurant, the time is a year.

Boss part-time waiter, front desk ......

There is a total of one person in the whole restaurant, and the area of the restaurant is eighteen square meters, which is exactly the age of Li Meng's joining the army, which is very fateful, at least Li Meng thinks so, this is one of the reasons why Li Meng insists on opening the restaurant.

Li Meng was tossing and turning in various bad workplaces a year ago, and a phone call summoned him home.

"This is the will made by your third uncle, your third uncle has no children and no daughters, except for a house, there is only a small store left, the house is given to your second uncle's family, this small shop will be given to you, you can continue. ”

Li Meng's father is a generation of four brothers, the eldest is overseas, and he has not been in touch for a long time, the second uncle has a son and a daughter in the family, and Li Meng is an only child.

After the funeral of the three masters, Li Meng turned out to be the owner of the eighteen-square-meter store.

A few years ago, when the third master was still in good health, he opened a breakfast shop here, and in the past two years, he has been idle when he is not in good health, and only put some miscellaneous things.

After Li Meng cleaned up the shop, he wondered what to do?

An idler, a small storefront that is not too remote, is so-so in a place like Haidu.

The breakfast shop can't be done, Li Meng is no longer used to getting up early, and he has no interest in opening a maintenance shop, although his three-year career as a maintenance soldier has allowed him to learn a craft, but that is not his ideal.

Li Meng's dream is to be a scientist, an explorer, a gourmet, and a financially free traveler......

The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

Li Meng eventually became the owner of this small shop.

Although the store is small, it is also a business after all.

A business that does not have to pay rent.

Open at noon and evening, supper depends on mood.

Home cooking.

A month after opening.

"Boy, how did the boss of this spoon change?"

A black cauldron almost scared Li Meng when he spoke, this cauldron is used by the three masters to cook wontons, now make a soup, cook a rice or something, stir-fry is a bit big, Li Meng also has a special pot for stir-frying, this pot is occasionally used.

"You're always?"

"I'm the god of the pot, who are you kid?"

"It turned out to be the old pot, this shop was left by my third master, and now I am the boss here, how can the old pot appear here? How can you speak? What can I do to help you get old?"

"Boy, you still have a lot of questions, this god was originally the pot used by Nuwa to make up the sky, but it's a pity that the original god was excessively depleted and became what it is now, and finally recovered a little vitality after sleeping for thousands of years, your three masters and I have a fate, found this god, you kid is lucky, the god of this pot will cover you in the future, work hard!"

Li Meng finally recovered from his stunned, this pot has a diameter of more than two feet, it is not black, it is just an ordinary pot, the divine pot used by Nuwa has a high moisture, it is not necessarily true.

"Old Pot, can you refine the Divine Pill?"

"Can't!"

"Old Pot, can you forge a divine weapon?"

"Can't!"

"Old Pot, can you refine the Heaven Replenishing Stone?"

"Can't!"

……

"Boy, this god can only cook, the food cooked by this god is delicious in the world, mortals eat a bite, nutritious, refreshed, spiritual, nourishing yin and yang....."

Li Meng suddenly became suspicious, he had eaten the wontons of the three great masters, and the taste was okay, but they were nutritious, refreshing, 100 times more energetic, nourishing yin and replenishing yang, isn't this an ordinary wonton with a little effect? This has little to do with the pot, and it is a little bit on the side, but it is definitely not as magical as described.

Li Meng has been running a small restaurant for a while, and his business is so-so, relying on good quality and low prices, and real materials to attract dozens of customers every day.

The business is not good, and it is barely possible to earn three or five hundred a day, but fortunately the house is your own, otherwise it would be really boring to throw away the rent.

"Old pot, what research do you have on stir-frying?"

"Is the pot old?"

Li Meng suspected that he had met a fake pot god, and occasionally said a few words for a few days, often ignoring Li Meng's love.

Definitely met a false god, a pot god who has no use except for stir-frying.

Time flies quickly, a few months have passed, and the pot god occasionally says a word, as if his head is confused, and sometimes Li Meng doesn't know what to say.