Police Station,

The police officers from the Narcotics Division all looked hurried and serious.

After receiving the meeting notice, everyone gathered in a conference room.

"Tell me, how should we deal with this matter?" A middle-aged man with a rather dignified look sitting in the front knocked on the table and said.

"The results have not yet been determined, so we cannot confirm whether the restaurant illegally used drugs such as opium."

"The test results haven't come out yet?"

One officer shook his head and said, "We've already urged them. It'll take another ten minutes."

"Captain, I don't think there's any need to investigate this. If there's nothing wrong with this restaurant, how could so many people be so addicted to it, going there every day? Even if the food is delicious, this situation is quite strange."

"Don't talk nonsense. You're a police officer. Can you use your guess as evidence?" The captain scolded him and continued:

"No matter what the matter is, we must focus on evidence. Let's wait and see the results."

Everyone had different expressions.

The cause was that a restaurant called An's Private Kitchen in the city suddenly became very popular.

A famous star accidentally ate it once and couldn't forget it. He even sneaked out when the crew was filming in a closed-door session, and it became a hot topic.

It was only after watching the interview with that celebrity that I was noticed by the police.

So several police officers secretly visited the private restaurant, but did not find any problems.

I just know that everyone who has eaten at that private restaurant says the food there is very special.

Everyone said the taste was different. One person said it tasted like his mother's, and another said it tasted like the food his deceased father cooked.

Some people think that this dish has the high-end taste of a five-star hotel, while others think that the dishes made here are like warm home-cooked dishes with a homely feel.

In short, there are all kinds of opinions.

It's impossible for one dish to have so many flavors.

But no problems were found. Even the hygiene standards of the kitchen not only met the standards but also exceeded them.

After finding nothing wrong, they brought back some food from the restaurant for inspection.

Ten minutes later.

Someone knocked on the door and Zhang Chunhe stood up.

After whispering with the person outside, he walked in with the report.

The report was delivered to the captain, and Zhang Chunhe said, "Captain, they said there's a problem with the machine. We'll have to wait for a while."

The captain frowned and said nothing.

The discussion continues.

“Could it be that the dishes at this private restaurant are really that delicious?”

"But something's obviously wrong. No matter how delicious the food is, why would you eat there every day? And every time you finish eating, you can't stop thinking about it. If you skip a meal, you feel uncomfortable all over. Isn't that obvious?"

"Captain," Zhang Chunhe said as he sat back down in his seat. "Actually, when my two other teammates and I went to check, we discovered that there was indeed nothing wrong at the scene."

"That private restaurant is now managed by An Jingzhi, the grandson of the original owner. He didn't seem surprised at all to see us. Instead, he was very calm and cooperative with us."

"I wonder if he knew in advance that we would be checking and put everything away?"

Another officer who was investigating with Zhang Chunhe shook his head and said, "That's impossible! If he had put away those things that shouldn't be used, the diners that day would have definitely noticed. After all, the food would have tasted different, but they didn't say anything."

The captain tapped the table lightly with his index finger. "Have you checked the background of this private restaurant?"

Zhang Chunhe handed over the documents in front of him and said one sentence after another: "I have already checked it out. It's strange to say."

"This private restaurant started to become a little unusual three months ago."

"That is, things changed after An Jingzhi, the grandson of An Changyou, the owner of the private restaurant, took over."

"An's Private Kitchen was originally a well-known private restaurant in their area. They had a lot of competitors, but they also had a lot of regular customers."

"Later, An Changyou was hospitalized and could no longer manage An's Private Kitchen, so he handed the restaurant over to his grandson, An Jingzhi."

"After taking over the restaurant, he didn't open it immediately. Instead, he closed it for a month and only reopened it two months ago."

"At first, there were not many customers. The ones who came were regular customers. Then, somehow, word spread and the business of that private restaurant got better and better."

"Later, his grandson An Jingzhi took over as chef. Not only did no one feel that the taste had deteriorated, but everyone actually thought An Jingzhi's food was better than An Changyou's."

"The most important thing is," Zhang Chunhe pointed at the page introducing An Jingzhi's identity, "you can take a look at his information."

"According to investigations, An Jingzhi has no interest in inheriting the family restaurant. Neighbors often see him and An Changyou arguing about it. He studied computer science in college and later became a graduate student in optical engineering, graduating almost this year."

"How could someone who's so resistant to his family's private restaurant become a culinary master far superior to An Changyou, who's been cooking there for decades, in just one month?"

The captain's eyes were fixed on An Jingzhi's file.

"According to what you said, there is indeed something wrong with this restaurant."

"How can this be okay? It's obvious there's something fishy going on, but I don't know why An Jingzhi hid it so well."

"Could it be that he was using a new type of drug, so we didn't notice it?"

"Impossible. In fact, I am more inclined to believe that he did not use drugs. Perhaps he used something else to confuse the guests."

"Captain, do we still need to follow?"

"Of course." The captain said firmly: "Since undercover investigations are not possible, let's go deeper."

…

Let’s go back three months.

As soon as An Jing arrived, he checked his memory immediately.

This time, the mission is to help Grandpa An Changyou develop An’s private restaurant.

According to An Changyou, many of the recipes for An's private dishes originated from the palace, and the number of recipes handed down from ancestors is decreasing, and all have been left in the long river of history.

Because of his limited talent, An Changyou did not inherit all of his grandfather's skills. Later, he experienced a special period and many things were lost.

Relying on the few recipes in his mind, he managed to run An's Private Restaurant but it was neither successful nor mediocre, and he barely managed to raise his grandson.

But An Changyou’s biggest goal in this life is to restore the glory of An’s private cuisine.

I have been constantly researching new dishes all my life, but unfortunately, in the end, I haven't achieved any results.

He placed his hopes on his grandson.

But unfortunately, his grandson didn't want to be a cook.

The two had many quarrels because of this, and the turning point was when An Changyou was diagnosed with a terminal illness.