The first impression of the entrance is tenderness, followed by incense.

The gum melts in your mouth, and the unique flavor of beef bursts out when you bite into it.

For the first time, Zhang Bei felt the charm of such a top chef.

Immortal beef is worthy of being immortal beef, with a layered taste, plus this taste makes Zhang Bei want to stop.

After swallowing the beef in his mouth, Zhang Bei slid a few times on the tablet and sat next to Lao Zhengcheng.

"Are you interested in seeing other ingredients?"

"Anything else?"

Zhang Bei handed over the tablet and took a small bite of beef with a crockpot in one hand.

I can't let him go if I say anything today.

Even if you tie it up, you have to tie it back.

Lao Zhengcheng looked at the biota displayed on the tablet, and his heart inexplicably burned with a burst of fire.

"Can you eat these?"

"Eat whatever you want, even if it's panda meat!"

Lao Zhengcheng did not doubt what Zhang Bei said, and being able to take out the extinct beef itself illustrates a problem.

"I can say yes, but I can't make a big dish like today's as often."

Standing in the kitchen all year round is more or less a kind of damage to the body.

He was able to make this dish today, and he had done his best.

"No, you old man depends on the mood, you can do it whenever you want."

"Good!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Taking advantage of the fact that the sky was not yet dark, Zhang Bei took Chef Li to board the plane.

Thoughts drifted to a project in the laboratory.

Genetic improvement technology.

This thing was made up by Guan Guo, and he wanted to rely on human genes to prolong his life.

However, progress has been pitiful, with less than one percent progress so far.

Originally, Zhang Bei didn't have much interest in this project, he still belonged to the young people, and he still had a few decades to live without accidents.

But now that there is such an elderly employee, Zhang Bei has to seriously think about the possibility of extending his life.

There is such a thing as a genetic drug in the system, which belongs to the category of knowledge.

It's just that the price is really touching.

At least that string of zeros made Zhang Beidu a little desperate.

I silently made a decision in my heart, I must work harder to care for tourists!

Today's chef competition is very satisfying for Boss Zhang.

Although there were a few flaws in the plan, it had no impact overall.

What's more, several chefs who are the main target are all poached.

Coupled with a retired imperial chef, it can be said that it is full of harvest.

Ten years of contracts have been signed, and there is no room for this group of people to regret it.

I just hope that they will go to the moon and Mars in the future and not scold their mothers.

After all, Zhang Bei has never been a good person, and if he wants to use these rare species unconditionally, he has to pay a price, right?

Time is like the cry of the system, you can feel it, but you don't have to care.

The next day, Boss Zhang returned to his familiar recliner and finally relaxed.

Not far from the big pendulum sat an old man, smiling at all kinds of tourists.

Zhang Bei glanced at it and didn't pay much attention to it, but who would have thought that more than an hour had passed, and the old man was still sitting there without moving.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Bei felt that he had an obligation to go up and ask.

After all, this old man is very old at first glance, although he can still contribute the last emotional value of his life to Boss Zhang.

But it's a human life after all, and it's good to live a few more years.

"Hello, this project can't go up if you're over sixty years old."

The old man still looked smiling: "I know, I'll take a look." ”

"Is your old man's heart okay?"

"Don't worry, no problem!"

Zhang Bei frowned and secretly asked Arthur to investigate.

It's normal to look at, but it can't be a psychopath, right?

Arthur moved quickly, supported by a huge database and server, and it only took a few seconds to transfer the data to his mobile phone.

Liu Yongshan, 93 years old this year, is enough to be regarded as an advanced person.

It's just that what made Zhang Bei pay attention was the information that Arthur highlighted.

This old man is not an ordinary person, he went to another battlefield in 50 years and came back with thirteen gun holes and a military merit medal.

It's just that in that era when the system was not perfect, the old man left the army incognito.

has relied on two children for so many years, and it is not bad.

"Would you like to go over there for a meeting?"

After reading the information, Zhang Bei also had a smile on his face.

"No need, I'll take a look here, old man, it's good."

"Well, why did you think that you wanted to sit here?"

The old man smiled, and his hands covered with old age spots blocked the sun.

"Looking at you young people, I'm very happy."

Zhang Bei was not idle when he sat down, and sent a message to Professor Yao with one hand behind his back.

Dual-minded, and still able to continue chatting.

"Tell me a story, I've wanted to join the army since I was a child, but it didn't work."

Boss Zhang didn't blink an eye, and easily turned into a hot-blooded teenager who yearned for the army.

"Okay, I'll tell you if you want to hear it."

The old man leaned back on the bench, his tone full of memories.

"I remember that it was winter, and one of our squad soldiers was ordered to reconnoiter the enemy's fire deployment, and that night took advantage of the darkness to touch it."

"Who would have thought that before I could get closer, I would be spotted by a dog."

"Guess what?"

didn't give Zhang Bei a chance to speak, and the old man continued.

"Our old squad leader immediately decided to bury us in the snow, and he went out to attract the dogs."

"Fortunately, we figured out their firepower deployment that day, and directly gave them a ruthless blow, but it's a pity that the squad leader couldn't come back."

Taking advantage of the storytelling, Professor Yao finally hurried over.

"You're here just in time, give the old man a pulse?"

Professor Yao glanced at his boss, and although he didn't know what was going on, it was clearly not the right time to ask.

Zhang Bei moved out of the way, and the figure and Professor Yao lowered their voices by the way.

"Old hero, I came back from the other side of the river."

"I see."

Professor Yao didn't say much, just silently checked the pulse of the old man.

I'm not afraid of Western medicine smiling, I'm afraid of Chinese medicine.

After only a moment, Professor Yao's face became solemn.

"Your body?"

"I know, that's enough."

Professor Yao silently took out a set of silver needles, and his tone slowed down a lot.

"Help you get a needle, it doesn't hurt so much."

"Okay, look at it!"

As a retired veteran TCM practitioner, Professor Yao is undoubtedly qualified.

After a few stitches, the old man's eyes narrowed.

Zhang Bei's expression of enjoyment as he looked at the old man pulled Professor Yao aside.

"What's the situation?"

"The deadline is approaching, and there is no power to return to the sky."

Just eight words give an answer.