I rely on unlimited life extension

Lin Zhihao remained calm and unhurriedly took out his phone, dialed his boss "Chicken Feather Chen's" number, gave a brief report, showed the call screen, and said in a calm yet authoritative tone: "Miss, don't be nervous. There are just some things I need to understand. Would it be convenient for us to meet and talk?"

Zhang Zhiheng's girlfriend hesitated for a moment before stepping aside to let Lin Zhihao in. The two then stood in the courtyard outside, where the warm sun cast dappled shadows. Lin Zhihao broke the silence first, beginning a conversation that seemed ordinary but was actually full of hidden meaning.

Time passed slowly. Lin Zhihao and Zhang Zhiheng's girlfriend chatted casually outside, the atmosphere heavy and subtly tense.

After a long while, a police siren sounded from afar. Chicken Feather Chen led the Major Crimes Unit to the scene at lightning speed. The vehicles were parked neatly, and the police officers quickly got out and assembled, but did not rush into the house. Instead, they spread out around the house to set up a cordon and wait for the right moment.

The atmosphere at the scene became increasingly tense with the arrival of numerous police officers and police cars. The police tape swayed slightly in the wind, and everyone held their breath and waited.

Just as a car sped up, a senior superintendent from the Hong Kong Island Regional Headquarters strode out, his posture upright and his eyes revealing the sharpness of someone who had been through many battles.

Chicken Feather Chen hurriedly stepped forward, bowed slightly, and whispered a few words in his ear, reporting on the key details of the case.

Upon hearing this, the senior superintendent's expression hardened, and with a wave of his hand, he issued the order.

Lin Zhihao took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and walked into the house with steady steps.

The room was eerily quiet, and everyone's eyes followed his every move as if trying to see right through him.

Lin Zhihao walked straight to the TV wall, squatted down, and groped around under the wall with both hands. After a moment, a soft "click" was heard, and a hidden compartment quietly popped open, revealing a neatly arranged HK$1000 million inside. The brand-new bills had a cold, hard luster and were particularly dazzling under the light.

"Found it!" someone in the crowd exclaimed in a low voice. Instantly, the atmosphere was ignited, and the tension turned into excitement and exhilaration.

Chicken Feather Chen stood to the side, staring at the pile of banknotes, his lips curling into an uncontrollable wide smile, almost bursting out of his face. Even the fine lines around his eyes revealed his smugness. It seemed that this medal of honor was already firmly hanging on his chest.

After all the formalities were completed, the large group of people gradually withdrew, the sound of sirens faded into the distance, and the scene returned to calm.

Chicken Feather Chen strolled over to Lin Zhihao's side, patted him heavily on the shoulder, and said with deep emotion, "Ah Hao, you're really something! We both know how tricky this case was, it gave the Hong Kong police a headache for a long time, but you handled it, hey, and solved it beautifully in less than a week, beautifully!"

As he spoke, he smiled broadly and his tone became increasingly friendly, "You've been working so hard lately, take a break at home and I'll make up for the hours you worked this week."

And also, don't forget to see the psychologist I recommended before. No matter how busy you are with cases, you need to take care of your physical and mental health.

Lin Zhihao's heart tightened, but he forced a smile and nodded slightly, replying, "Inspector Chen, I understand. Don't worry, I'll definitely go when I have time."

After saying that, he turned around, opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, started the car, and drove away in a cloud of dust. In the rearview mirror, Chicken Feather Chen's figure grew smaller and smaller, and his thoughts drifted away with it.

Damn, psychological treatment? I'm not going. What if they accidentally hypnotize me and I say the wrong thing to the therapist?

If that psychologist is a blabbermouth and reports what I said to the media, will I be dissected and studied?

After bidding farewell to Jimao Chen, Lin Zhihao did not return home as promised. Instead, he turned the steering wheel and sped towards the mysterious location that Robinson Crusoe had previously revealed.

The place is hidden deep in the streets and alleys of Aberdeen, surrounded by a park, very quiet and rarely visited.

The car slowly came to a stop. He pushed open the car door, looked up at the slightly old door in front of him, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to knock on the door, only to find that the door was not closed properly at all.

Lin Zhihao applied slight pressure with his fingers, and the door creaked open, revealing the scene inside.

Robinson Crusoe nestled comfortably in the rocking chair in front of the French windows, the chair swaying gently with his slightest movements, making a rhythmic creaking sound.

From the television, the melodious Cantonese opera singing drifted in, its soft refrains singing of everyday life and past loves and hates, adding a touch of warmth to the somewhat cold room.

Robinson turned around at the sound of the voice and saw Lin Zhihao. His face instantly lit up with a smile, and even the fine lines at the corners of his eyes showed his friendliness. He called out, "Hey, you really came. If you had been an hour or two later, you wouldn't have seen me. I was just about to set off and leave Hong Kong."

Lin Zhihao frowned slightly, took a few steps forward, and sat down next to Robinson. His face was full of confusion and reluctance. He asked anxiously, "Why do you want to leave, sir? Hong Kong is a place we know very well. Please stay. Yongshan and I can take care of you, and life will be lively and fun. Wouldn't that be great?"

Robinson waved his hand, his smile undiminished, his eyes revealing open-mindedness and relief. He patted Lin Zhihao's shoulder lightly and laughed heartily, "I'm still in good health. I haven't reached the point where I can't walk and need someone to serve me tea and water."

You and Yongshan, manage your future well. If you have the time and opportunity, take care of Liu Yaozu's master as well. That would fulfill this old man's wish.

He tilted his head slightly, looking out the window at the familiar yet soon-to-be-gone street scene. His tone softened, filled with emotion: "The blood feud of my beloved daughter has finally been avenged. In this Hong Kong, besides you, there is nothing else I can't bear to part with."

The money I have in my Swiss bank account is enough for me to live comfortably for the rest of my life. What's the point of staying here? I might as well go out and see the world.

Looking at Robinson's relieved expression, Lin Zhihao opened his mouth, wanting to say a few more words of advice, but swallowed his words back. He finally understood that the old man was determined to leave, and any further words would be futile. He could only sit silently beside him and enjoy the brief time before parting.

Outside the window, the city's hustle and bustle flowed as usual, and the sudden sound of car horns broke the brief silence inside.

Robinson's ears perked up, a smile spreading across his face, full of ease and comfort. He stood up, patted Lin Zhihao on the shoulder, and joked, "Hey, the taxi I called arrived right on time. Looks like it's urging this old bone of mine to get on the road."

He strolled toward the bookshelf, which stood against the wall, filled with old books and antiques, exuding the aura of time.

Robinson reached out and groped on the shelf. After a moment, he pulled out a diary as thick as a Xinhua Dictionary. The cover was old and mottled, and the corners were slightly curled, showing that it had been through many years.

"Hey kid, your uncle doesn't have much else to offer, but I came across this notebook by chance. I'm giving it to you now, as a keepsake." Robinson Crusoe handed it over with both hands, his gaze sincere and expectant.

Lin Zhihao hurriedly took it with both hands. It was heavy in his hands. Before he could take a closer look, Robinson Crusoe had already deftly picked up the small leather suitcase at his feet and strode towards the door.

Lin Zhihao hurriedly followed, helping to open the door and watching the old man's figure disappear into the back seat of the taxi. The car slowly started moving, Robinson rolled down the window, waved goodbye, and his figure gradually disappeared into the traffic on the street.

Lin Zhihao stood there for a long time before he came to his senses. He looked down at the diary in his hand and, driven by curiosity, gently turned the first page. There were two words written in strong and powerful strokes: "Taste King".

The ink on the paper was deep and rich, as if it held countless stories. He stroked the paper, full of doubt, unable to fathom what secrets lay behind these two simple words.

System notification: Punisher, you have received the legacy of the King of Flavors. Do you wish to accept it?

Oh my god, system, yes.

The King of Flavors Heritage: Derived from "The King of Delicacies," this book records the culinary secrets passed down by King of Flavors, Jiang Yan, through his life's work. His culinary skills represent the pinnacle of King of Flavors' achievements, encompassing both northern and southern Chinese cuisines. (Note: Limited to Chinese cuisine.)

Each time you use the King of Flavors to cook delicious food, it will consume your life time. The system will automatically control the punisher to perform all culinary operations.

Huh, what the heck is this? A legacy? It seems pretty impressive. This old man is definitely got something out of it.

When Lin Zhihao looked at his remaining 501 points of system energy, 6248 hours of life time, and 12 points of free attribute points, he couldn't help but have an idea: why not go back and cook a meal?

Lin Zhihao raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist. The hour and minute hands were ticking away. Time waits for no one.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, hurriedly jumped into the car, and sped off towards the vegetable market.

The market was bustling with people, and various stalls were filled with fresh and juicy vegetables and fruits, lively fish and shrimp, seafood, and tempting meat and poultry.

Lin Zhihao weaved through the bustling crowd, picking and choosing until his eyes were dazzled, but his excitement about showcasing his culinary skills never subsided.

In no time, he had filled two large bags with vegetables, heavy with joy, but he carried them home humming a little tune.

As soon as he entered the house, Lin Zhihao didn't even have time to catch his breath. He went straight to the kitchen and dumped the two large bags of vegetables onto the cutting board. The colorful ingredients instantly filled the kitchen counter, which made him feel very accomplished.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then gently clicked the skill "Taste King Inheritance" in his mind.

System prompt: The system is scanning. Wei Wang Heritage recommends 16 dishes for you: Steamed Prosperity (Steamed Egg with Minced Meat and Tofu), Prosperity and Wealth (Shrimp with Sweet Bean Sauce), Abundance Every Year (Steamed Sea Bass), Good Fortune (Braised Shrimp), Soaring Success (Braised Beef), Wealth and Prosperity (Shrimp with Garlic and Vermicelli), Great Luck (Spicy Chicken), Golden Balls Bring Good News (Potato and Shrimp Balls), Rising Step by Step (Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs), Soaring High (Lemon and Garlic Chicken Wings), Reunion (Glutinous Rice Balls), Always Smiling (Red Date and Glutinous Rice Cake), Bringing in Wealth and Treasure (Steamed Quail Eggs with Mushrooms), Purple Qi from the East (Blueberry Yam), Good Luck Continues (Stir-fried Lotus Root), Abundant Fortune and Blessings (Cabbage Rolls with Meat).

Does it consume 3 hours of life time to craft?

Wow, 16 dishes in just 3 hours? That's worth it!

System, yes, make it for me.

Lin Zhihao, filled with anticipation and curiosity, felt a strange power, like invisible threads, quietly wrap around his limbs and bones after the system notification sounded and he confirmed the consumption of his life time. He became an "observer" of this culinary feast, only able to watch helplessly while feeling everything with great curiosity.

My hands instinctively reach for the sink, scoop up a handful of water, and gently immerse all kinds of vegetables in it. The tender green leaves and crisp stems are gently caressed by the water, and the mud and sand fall off. After washing, they are set aside to drain.

Immediately afterwards, the cutting board made a "thump-thump" sound, and the knives, under the control of the system, spun and moved nimbly, cutting into thin strips, neat chunks, and finely minced pieces. The movements were smooth and the rhythm was quick and orderly. All kinds of ingredients were prepared in a short time and arranged neatly, like soldiers waiting for inspection.

Flames burst forth from the stove with a "whoosh," the hot wok sat steadily on the stove, oil was poured into the wok, and the system skillfully blended the flavors. Spices such as scallions, ginger, and garlic were added one after another, and amidst the sizzling sounds, the rich aroma of the special seasoned oil filled the air, whetting the appetite.

The preparation of various sauces is also exceptional. Sweet bean sauce, sweet and sour sauce, garlic sauce, etc., are all prepared with precise measurement and skillful stirring, resulting in bright colors and rich flavors.

Then, frying, stir-frying, and deep-frying took turns on the menu. The braised prawns were instantly coated in red oil in the hot oil, with crispy shells and tender meat. The steamed sea bass was steamed in the pot, and the fish was quietly cooked through in the steam, tender and smooth. The sweet and sour pork ribs were rolled in a broth of caramelized sugar and fragrant vinegar, and when they came out of the pot, they were red and oily, sweet and sour and delicious.

Each dish's preparation process is seamlessly integrated, with the heat, seasoning, and stir-frying timing all perfectly executed. The system controls Lin Zhihao's hands with the ease of a seasoned chef, showcasing his exquisite culinary skills.

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye. The sixteen dishes, like works of art, filled the entire table. The combination of meat and vegetables, the vibrant colors, and the intermingling aromas made one's mouth water.

Lin Zhihao looked around the kitchen and was amazed. Throughout the entire process, there wasn't a single drop of oil splattered on the walls, the floor was sparkling clean, and the cooking utensils were neatly arranged. It turned out that the system had taken advantage of the cooking breaks to direct his hands to clean the kitchen spotless. The pots and pans were washed and dried, the countertops were wiped clean, and the floor was mopped and swept. This amazing cooking show not only presented delicious food but also left the room spotless, which was truly astonishing.

Lin Zhihao looked at the table full of delicious-looking dishes, but his smugness didn't last long before he suddenly slapped his forehead and cried out in dismay.

"There are so many dishes, even if Yongshan and I eat until we burst, we still can't finish them all!" The thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly picked up the phone, his fingers swiping rapidly across the contacts.

He dialed Yongshan's number first, his voice filled with barely concealed excitement and urgency: "Honey, come home quickly! I've cooked a huge feast that will blow your mind!"

Then he called Jiang Yiju and Chen Weichen in turn, his words flying like a machine gun: "Brothers, stop what you're doing, come to my house right away, there's a surprise!"

When informing his colleagues in the Major Crimes Unit, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't miss out, everyone! A feast is here, hurry up!"

Before long, the doorbell started ringing incessantly.

Jiang Yiju rushed to the front like a whirlwind. As soon as the door opened a crack, she darted in like a nimble little eel. Her eyes widened instantly, fixed on the table full of dishes. Her mouth gaped open, and she exclaimed in a long, drawn-out voice, "Wow, Brother Hao, this is quite a sight! You've brought the entire market to the table!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved closer to the table, craning his neck left and right, examining each dish carefully as if admiring a rare treasure.