Chef God who doesn't want to be an actor is not a good idol

In the silent ward, the eyes are full of white - white walls, white ceiling and white sheets.

There was also a pale boy lying on the hospital bed.

Du Ruo woke up with a splitting headache.As if a blunt knife was sharply rubbing against the nerves, the severe pain from his brain made him frown the moment he regained consciousness, but he subconsciously bit his lips and swallowed what had reached his mouth. The side screamed in pain, and the whole body arched fiercely because of the severe dull pain in the head.

When the pain subsided a little, Du Ruo's hair was completely soaked, sticking wet to her cheeks, she couldn't help opening her mouth and gasping for breath, her pale face was also covered with a sickly blush.

Only then did Du Ruo have the opportunity to raise his head and look at where he was.

His eyes flicked across the bare bedside table, and finally fell on the wall.Through the white tiles reflecting under the light, Du Ruo saw a blurred face of a teenager.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, but the moment his fingertips touched the coldness, he was startled.

Do not!wrong!

Du Ruo grabbed the metal railing beside the bed in a panic, the bone-piercing cold forced him to calm down.

Thinking back to the moment when the accident happened.

Du Ruo is a chef.

This is not a title given to a chef with outstanding culinary skills in the world, nor is it a well-known chef who has left his name in ancient legends, but as the literal meaning, God of Cooking.

Hundreds of years ago, Du Ruo accidentally met the staff of the underworld on the ruins after the war after wandering around for an unknown number of years.One is tall and thin, with a pale complexion, wearing a long white gown, and has the words "Make Money at Sight" written on the official hat. Character.Both of them were holding shackles and handcuffs, and their figures were ethereal.It is the impermanence of black and white in folklore.

Before Du Ruo dodged, the tall and thin man wearing a white official hat had already turned his head towards him, and Du Ruo saw Bai Wuchang approaching him at a seemingly slow speed, with no eyeballs in his eyes , only pale.

Bai Wuchang: "Strange."

Heiwuchang: "It's really strange."

Bai Wuchang: "Have you seen it?"

Heiwuchang swung his official hat left and right, as if shaking his head: "What about you?"

Listening to this strange conversation, Du Ruo quietly moved back for a while, only to see Bai Wuchang stretch out his hand, obviously without any movement, but Du Ruo floated back to the original position uncontrollably.

Bai Wuchang: "The time has passed."

Heiwuchang: "Can you count it?"

Bai Wuchang pinched his fingers and counted for a while, then suddenly said, "Yes."

Heiwuchang: "When?"

Bai Wuchang: "A hundred years."

Heiwuchang: "Trouble."

Bai Wuchang: "Yes."

The scene was silent for a while, one pair of eyes was as pale as the moon, and the other was as dark as the night, staring at the soul body in front of him almost at the same time.

Bai Wuchang raised his hand and lightly tapped between Du Ruo's eyebrows.

Du Ruo only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and then lost consciousness. When he came back to his senses, there was an inexplicably extra piece of news about the examination of civil servants in Tianting in his mind.

After passing five levels, beheading six generals, and taking down the position of God of Cooking, Du Ruo was preparing for the next promotion exam in his temple, but unexpectedly there was a commotion outside that day. The man in the middle of the crowd had his head dyed red, and he lay on the ground unconsciously.

Heiwuchang and Baiwuchang's voices suddenly sounded in Du Ruo's ears, one left and one right——

"The time has come."

"Go."

A flash of white light flashed, and the man lying on the ground resumed his weak breathing.

***

Da da da……

With a bang, the door of the ward was unceremoniously pushed open.

The chunky man in a suit walked into the room with a cold face, and when his eyes fell on the person on the hospital bed, he showed an undisguised look of contempt.

"Du Ruo, are you capable of riding a horse? You can't sing, you can't dance. I finally begged my grandpa to tell my grandma to find you a role in the crew. You can still roll down the hillside and get a concussion. What else can you do? ..."

Du Ruo looked at the trembling flesh on the double chin of the short and fat man, and pulled out his identity from the memory of this body——

Jia Jincheng, [Du Ruo]'s manager, has been with [Du Ruo] since his debut.

"You are a waste for riding a horse!" After blurting out these words, the short and fat man suddenly closed his mouth, looked back at the movement at the door vigilantly, turned his head again, and pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly, pulling the muscles on both sides , suddenly changed his tone, "Look at the current situation, during your recuperation period, several contracts that you negotiated before will have to be rescheduled, and then there will be a group tour, which will delay a lot of time ..."

While Jia Jincheng was chattering, Du Ruo roughly absorbed the memory of the original body. He let out a breath with his head down, but the manager standing in front of his hospital bed didn't pay attention at all.

If the original [Du Ruo] had heard these "heart-wrenching" words, he might have started to blame himself now.But now, when Du Ruo listened to Jia Jincheng's "heartfelt words", there was no wavering in his heart.

In the early days of his debut, Jia Jincheng was still concerned about Du Ruo's development, and his attitude in front of him was not the same as it is now.It's just that after his debut, the popularity of Du Ruo and other members of the group reversed, and his manager's attitude towards him also changed 180 degrees.In the company, Jia Jincheng still pretended to be doing his best, but he completely changed his face towards Du Ruo in private, and cynicism like today has become commonplace.

Originally, he was introverted and weak, even when faced with Jia Jincheng's temper again and again, he just listened silently and suffered.

Jia Jincheng kept glancing at the door, and when the doorknob moved slightly, his nerves tensed up, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

With a click, the doorknob was turned from the outside, and a thin head poked out from behind the door. His eyes were a little shrunken. He glanced nervously at the person on the hospital bed, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Jia Jincheng with a flattering smile, "Mr. Jia, I brought porridge for Brother Du."

"Knock on the door first next time, is there any rule!" Jia Jincheng immediately relaxed when he saw someone coming, subconsciously scolded him, and walked out of the ward without even half-perfunctory.

As soon as Jia Jincheng left, the skinny man relaxed and trotted all the way to put the porridge in his hand on the bedside table, and while standing up the small table on the hospital bed from the foot of the bed, he muttered, "Brother Du, don't worry, I just I eavesdropped on Mr. Jia's phone call. The character on the production team is still yours. You can rest easy and recuperate now. You can't eat heavy food for a few days. I brought you white porridge, which is still warm..."

Du Ruo looked at the thin man setting the porridge in a hurry, the coldness in his eyes faded a little, he gave a soft "hmm", took the spoon and drank the porridge, while listening to his assistant Gide, let's talk about the past few days Make it clear.

"Ade," Du Ruo said, thinking about the name of the assistant in his memory, "do you have my mobile phone?"

"Brother Du, stop watching for a while, the doctor said that you need to rest for a few days." Gide took out the mobile phone from the interlayer of the bag and handed it to Du Ruo.

According to memory, Du Ruo fumbled to the search bar unskillfully, typed "Du Ruo" slowly, and saw the associated words that followed——

Prosperous beauty.

Ok.

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