"Shancang, although this matter was decided by those above, at the end, you must choose your own path. Once you step out, it will truly be up to you alone."
At the City West bus station in Hunan, the old abbot Meng Yi looked at the young bald boy in front of him, who seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen, and couldn't help but speak again to persuade him.
The little bald boy looked somewhat puzzled, but there was a persistent gleam in his eyes as he said,
"Master, I don't quite understand the Heavenly Chef Scripture and Longevity Cuisine, but learning it will make the Central Plains Food Industry better, right?"
"That's right." Master Meng Yi nodded, and the little bald boy spoke again,
"Then I must do it!"
Master Meng Yi, who had never seen the little bald boy so solemn before, sighed and ultimately said nothing more.
The little bald boy bowed to the old monk, turned, and walked into the station, boarding the already prepared train, heading towards his destination…
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