I'm the Culinary God-Chapter 687 - 313: In the end, it was the kitty who took on everything! Roast chicken is ready, the fragrance spreads for miles! [Subscribe please]

Chapter 687: Chapter 313: In the end, it was the kitty who took on everything! Roast chicken is ready, the fragrance spreads for miles! [Subscribe please]

"What exactly should we film?"

Half an hour had passed, but the crew’s discussion still hadn’t gotten anywhere.

It’s not that no one had ideas or creativity—on the contrary, there were too many ideas and too much creativity, and that’s why everyone was having choice paralysis.

Plus, everyone was worried that Dundun wouldn’t cooperate, so they just kept shooting each other’s suggestions down.

Head writer Lele gave her mushroom haircut a little shake:

"Why can’t we go with my idea for Dundun coding for Qiang? Qiang is coding late at night, Dundun watches from behind shaking its head, then when Qiang gets sleepy and knocks out on the side, Dundun goes tap-tap-tap and finishes coding... It’s simple, creative, and really nails the pain point of programmers having to work overtime..."

Shen Jiayue said:

"But Dundun can’t type though..."

As she spoke, Dundun was right where the camera could catch it, seriously tapping away on an old discarded keyboard, just like a tiny programmer.

The sound of the keys interrupted Director Shen’s speech, and without even turning her head, she said:

"Ugh, Dundun, stop messing around, we’re having a meeting here... The keyboard idea is fine, but how’s that any different from my play-the-piano suggestion?"

As soon as "play the piano" was mentioned, Dundun straightened up, leaned back, and closed its eyes a bit.

It lifted its two paws, tapping rhythmically on imaginary keys, its round head bobbing gently with its body. That intoxicated expression—totally the vibe of a music master lost in a piano performance.

"Pianos just aren’t relatable, it’s not like every home has a piano. But a keyboard? Everyone’s got one, and keyboard tapping hits right in the feels for office workers..."

The group couldn’t agree, and finally decided to just shoot some daily footage of Dundun eating, drinking water, and playing games.

Whether they used these clips later or not was another story, but at least they could keep them for material—just in case they needed to patch up the edit later.

Once that was set, they started discussing locations next.

Exhausted from playing, Dundun lay sprawled on the far end of the conference table, looking completely drained.

Like, I’ve already put on my best dead-tired performance, and you guys still can’t make a decision? I’m begging you, carry me harder!

At the same time, in the Lin Ji’s Food social thread—

Out-of-town fans who’d finally made it to Beijing were all posting updates, sharing their excitement at tasting Lin Ji’s food:

"Damn! I finally got to eat at Lin Ji’s, and the hype is real!"

"Getting up at the crack of dawn and catching the high-speed train was totally worth it! Bro, I’m just gonna hype this food to the moon!"

"Every day I see my Beijing friends posting foodie pics and making me drool, and today it’s finally my turn, a country bumpkin! This stewed fish entrails is even better than what they make back home in the Northeast!"

"I’m basically treating Lin Ji as my HQ while I’m in Beijing—having lunch AND dinner here every day."

"Heard Lin Ji’s breakfast is also amazing, but sadly it’s not open to outsiders, only a lucky few insiders get to try it."

"Ugh, you guys are making me crave it again..."

Besides geeking out about the food, everyone was also making plans to meet up in real life with those online pals they’d been joking around with in the comments before.

For example, the always-active tower crane operator, Liang Mountain, tagged the blind taxi driver in a post: 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Bro, I’m at Lin Ji’s! Eating Noodles with Braised Eggplant and Pork Sauce with a platter of braised meats and sweet-and-sour pork. When you getting here? I wanna have a drink with ya."

The reply came fast:

"Just picked up a run to Universal Film City, gonna be a while before I’m back. You go find a place to stay first, I’ll hit you up after my shift. The light’s about to turn green, later."

During National Day, all of Beijing’s tourist spots get totally slammed, and ride-hailing and taxi drivers rake in the cash too.

Liang Mountain’s real name is Liang Hanwen, but that name’s way too pretentious for the construction site vibe, so he switched it to the much snazzier Liang Mountain.

Liang Hanwen’s about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, and his biggest hobby is scrolling on his phone while sitting high up in the tower crane.

One day he randomly came across Lin Ji’s Food online, and instantly became a Lin Ji fan.

Now he follows Lin Ji’s foodie updates every day, posting his own daily stuff too, and he’s befriended regulars under the topic like "Blind Taxi Driver," "Invisible Chicken Wings," "Lost Roasted Whole Sheep," and "Spring Breeze Cannot Blow You."

This trip to Beijing was all about tasting Lin Ji’s food and finally meeting those internet friends in real life.

Liang Hanwen shot back a "drive safe" message, and was about to put away his phone when Lu Lu popped up in the comments with a surprised emoji:

"Whoa, you’re in Beijing, Good Drought Bro? You still at Lin Ji’s? If you are, tell me your table number, I’ll get the kitchen to send you some soup."

The online friends who helped pump up Lin Ji’s topic heat showed up in person—it totally called for Zhu Yong to whip up some soup.

Liang Hanwen quickly replied:

"Dy-yu (Daiyu) Sis, you’re the best! I just ordered soup, but let’s eat together tonight. I just took a selfie with Boss Lin, and he said there’ll be roast chicken for dinner—it’s just finished braising and still soaking in the pot."

Right after replying to Lu Lu, the Beijing buddies started chiming in to welcome him too, and after some back and forth, they decided to simply book a private room upstairs for dinner, eat, and chat together.

As for the bill, it’s straight-up AA (split evenly).

We’re all just hardworking souls here—everyone knows how tough it is to make a living, and how hard life can be.

No way could they let just one person foot the bill—they had to split it fair and square.

Soon, the local Beijing internet friends all confirmed they’d join in.

Once the headcount was set, they opened a group chat, pooled their money via AA transfers, and then everyone reported what dishes they wanted to eat.