God Chef System: Released from Prison, My Food Stall Explodes

After eight years in prison, I set up a fried rice stall. No one believed in me; customers were scared off by my face. Until a blind old lady ate my egg fried rice—and cried. She said it tasted like her deceased husband. A voice exploded in my head: [God Chef System bound! Fail the seven-day mission, lose your sense of taste forever.] Just as I was about to go all out, a local bully poured industrial salt into my oil drum. My stall was shut down, and my taste began to fade. The next day, the old lady, leaning on her cane, led the neighbors to block the management office entrance: 'Whoever dares to touch him, I'll fight them!' A former convict, a beat-up tricycle, and a bowl of fried rice that makes people cry. From a spot next to a garbage station to a city-wide queue.