"Lin Yuan, you're fired! Your playing style was too dirty; you're a disgrace to Chinese football!"

A ban forced 18-year-old Lin Yuan to leave for Portugal, carrying a bad reputation.

Everyone thought this rough guy who only knew how to fight with his body would eventually give up.

Until that season, a true beast emerged from Boavista's checkerboard stadium.

Some call him the "midfield meat grinder" because wherever he is, it becomes the opponent's nightmare.

Some call him the "ankle terminator," and even Messi and Neymar have to be careful to avoid him.

Some even call him a "tyrant" because as long as he's on the field, he controls the rhythm of the game!

...

Three years later, the Champions League final.

Lin Yuan switched to a top club, donned a new uniform, led his team to the top of Europe, and lifted the "Big Ears Cup".

He also won the Ballon d'Or that year, becoming the new king of football.

Facing the swarm of Chinese football associations seeking reconciliation, Lin Yuan gave a cold smile to the camera:

"Sorry, I'm just a dirty hooligan who plays football, I'm not worthy of your noble football."

【Food】【No CP】【Daily】【Funny】【Eating well】【Warmth】【Healing】

Traveling through a parallel world, Lin Zhou was accidentally bound to a random food system.

A random location every week, random food, and different customers.

Selling steamed buns at the entrance of the park, selling preserved egg and lean meat porridge on the top of the mountain, and selling candied haws at the entrance of the school.

All the food is mouth-watering and can't be stopped.

Just when the endless stream of diners couldn't forget the food on the stalls...

"Fuck, where is the boss selling steamed buns?"

"I started climbing the mountain in the middle of the night, and I didn't even sleep because I was afraid it would be too late, just for this bowl of porridge! But the boss ran away?"

"No, where is the candied haws? It's not windy or rainy, and my child is crying with greed! Where did the candied haws seller go?"

However, when all the diners found that whether it was steamed buns or candied haws, it was actually the same boss, but the stall location was never fixed, and the things sold were different every time, but they were all the same mouth-watering...

The diners were anxious.

"Okay, okay, you're forcing me, right?"

"Hello, is this the TV station? How much does it cost to post a missing person notice here?"

New book "I'm just a cook, director, please stop making a fuss"