It's said that the growth of new hair in the elderly is a very auspicious sign, but Cui Shengguo didn't think so. After being watched by both the hospital and the barbershop, the old man almost became depressed.

When Grandpa Jiang, who was playing chess with someone, heard about this, he overturned the chessboard and, along with Grandpa Liu, stared intently at Cui Shengguo's bushy black hair.

“Brother, an old man growing new hair is a very auspicious sign in ancient times. If I were you, I would be overjoyed, why are you angry? Look at me, my hair is all mixed up with other colors, and my wife keeps nagging me to use hair treatment to dye it black. If she knew, she would be so envious.”

Grandpa Jiang was familiar with Cui Shengguo, so he carefully reached out and scratched his head. He found that it was indeed newly grown hair, and his scalp seemed to have aged several years. It was a greenish patch, and if you only looked at the hair, an uninformed person would think it was a young man's head.

"I don't know which little bastard contacted the reporter. I've lived this long and seen everything, but being chased for an interview because of my long hair is a first for me."

Choi Seung-guk scratched his head, his expression incredibly interesting:

"That night I felt an itch on my scalp and thought it was something poking me on the pillow. When I opened my eyes the next morning, wow, there was a whole face full of long hair. It almost gave me a heart attack."

In that instant, he was torn between the thoughts of "ruining his reputation in his later years" and "being haunted by a ghost in his bed," and he almost fainted.

Upon hearing this, the two friends imagined the scene: waking up groggily in the morning to find their faces covered in black hair...

That was really scary.

"Alright, stop pretending to be innocent after getting a good deal. My family always gives you good things whenever we have them. Even I, the grandfather, am being surpassed by you, the master."

Old Liu said sourly, "I haven't seen any new variety of small toon fruit. You, on the other hand, have grown a new head of hair and are showing it off to me. If I were you, I would be secretly happy!"

"Didn't the kids just buy you a car last month? They prepare fresh fruits that you can't buy in the market every few days, and you can use all kinds of ingredients as you please. If you're happy, they'll let you cook at the store; if you're not, you can relax however you want. What don't the kids buy for you?"

Cui Shengguo glared at him and, as was his habit, started arguing back:

"Come on, when has the child ever forgotten you when there's something good? That day, Haiqiao and Mingjue came over, and I called her over for dinner, but she happened to be in the fields, so she brought some fruit to see me. The child is so busy every day that she doesn't even have time to rest. I asked Qingli to take the child out to play for a few more days. You, as the maternal grandfather, don't care about the child, but I do."

Old Liu wasn't really jealous; he was just heartbroken that his granddaughter hadn't had a few days of peace and quiet before coming back to painstakingly hone her culinary skills. He sighed and said:

“Dami is too hardworking. She only had a few days of relaxation before she ran back to researching new dishes. I heard you’re planning to have her participate in the ‘Chef God Competition’ in two months? Is that feasible? Don’t push her too hard. She’s my only granddaughter.”

"I am her master, how could I harm her?"

Choi Seung-guk scratched his head somewhat awkwardly and said irritably:

"You know how strong this child's learning ability is, she's like a supercomputer. This time she's going to participate in the competition, she has connections with both the Guan and Bai families, maybe she can make her learn all the secrets of the other side!"

Old Liu suddenly realized: "So that's what you were planning?"

He suddenly remembered the fear he had felt when Xu Milu urged him to study.

"Hmph, although stealing culinary skills is a major taboo in the culinary world, my apprentice is smart and has a photographic memory. If she learns what they show, that's no wonder. It's their skill to keep it a secret, but how much my apprentice learns is her skill."

Choi Seung-guk couldn't hide his smugness:

“Those old guys hide their skills better than anyone else. They all wish they could take those skills to their graves. I plan to donate the Cui family knife skills in two years, once Da Mi has mastered them. If a cook has no successor, are they supposed to take these skills to the afterlife for the next generation?”

He sighed:

"I originally thought this idea would never come true before I died, but who knew I would run into Da Mi. Just you wait and see, no matter what the outcome of this cooking competition is, this kid will definitely make waves. She has the same fighting spirit I had back then."

Grandpa Jiang, standing to the side, looked grave, as if he had something to say. The two men looked over and saw him cough while holding the phone.

"Ahem, do you still have any fruit vinegar? My husband has been complaining a lot about losing hair lately. I'll bring some back for her; she'll definitely be happy."

Old Liu: "..."

Choi Seung-guk: "..."

The two brothers both felt like dogs that had been kicked hard on the side of the road.

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...

Ren Honghe Villa, Wucheng, Sichuan-Chongqing.

Xu Milu, who should have been in seclusion in the courtyard, came downstairs carrying a bag full of small toon fruits, her appearance now transformed into that of "Ren Honghe":

"Xiao Xu."

Xu Jianan, who was sitting on the sofa, was startled and immediately stood up and snapped to attention, giving a sharp salute.

"Commander!"

Her mission was to protect Ren Honghe closely, but the organization was well aware of her elusive nature and had specifically instructed her not to enter the second floor unless Ren Honghe showed herself.

Both sides knew perfectly well that there was no one in the room on the second floor, but Xu Jianan still delivered meals to him every day, pretending that Ren Honghe was on the second floor.

It's like an unopened box; everyone knows what's inside, but no one is willing to break the deadlock.

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