"Why?"

Long Kunbao was puzzled.

Liao Jie smiled miserably, shook his head, and did not speak.

I think that at the beginning, because of the competition, he let his wife go to the birth stage alone, which eventually led to the stillbirth of his child before he was born, and his wife was heartbroken and left him.

He hated himself, so he kept using alcohol to anesthetize himself, which caused him to lose his sense of taste.

It was precisely because he lost his sense of taste that he completely gave up on himself and sank completely.

He cut off all contact with his family and friends and hid in a small supermarket at Guangzhou Railway Station.

He has no sense of taste, he has no interest in food, he fills his stomach when he is hungry, drinks when he is not hungry, and he has forgotten what it feels like to pick up a kitchen knife.

As a chef, you can't taste anymore, you can't cook anymore, it's more painful than dying.

This time, he was brought to Xianggang by Longhair, and he didn't choose to call the police, just because of a nest in his heart.

He thought about it for a hundred years, but he didn't have the guts, so he wanted to kill himself with the long-haired hand.

He thought it might be a relief, too.

But he didn't expect that after coming to Xianggang, he not only miraculously recovered his sense of taste, but also met his rivals and friends who had cherished each other in the past.

However, although his sense of taste has returned, he is still unable to cook.

The regained sense of taste reactivated his numb senses, but when he returned to the kitchen, listening to the roar of the stove and the clanging of the cutting board, he was sweating profusely, and he wanted to turn around and run away.

He lost the courage to face the kitchenware.

Seeing his awkwardness, Fei Nan stepped forward and patted him: "You come with me, I have something to tell you." ”

With that, Fernan turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Seeing this, Liao Jie couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't let him stand in the kitchen, he could say anything.

Passing by the kitchen cabinet next to the door, he saw the soju placed above, swallowed his saliva, and then pulled out his eyes and followed Feinan out of the kitchen, leaving Long Kunbao and Ou Zhaofeng looking at each other.

"Sit. ”

Sitting at the table in the hall, Fernan took out a box of cigarettes, took one out and lit it for himself, and took a puff.

Liao Jie stepped forward and sat down and asked, "Can you give me one?"

"No, I can't. ”

Fernan refused.

Liao Jie was a little disappointed, so he had to hold the second-hand smoke exhaled by Fei Nan with his hand.

Seeing him like this, Fei Nan's face was slightly gloomy, and he suddenly asked, "Do you want to know where your ex-wife is?"

Liao Jie stopped, looked at Fei Nan, his eyes lit up, full of hope.

He had heard from Longfur that Fernan had not entrusted a friend to find him at all, as he had just said in the kitchen.

Fei Nan knew that he was there, and sent Long Hair to contact him directly.

He was sure he didn't know Feinan before, but Feinan seemed to know him well.

He didn't know who Fernan was, but if he had to find his ex-wife, Fernan might be his best hope.

However, he opened his mouth, but his eyes darkened again.

"I know where she is, so what?"

He looked down at the old clothes and pants on his body with a complicated expression, and said bitterly: "Forget it, no matter where she is, she must be better off than me, what right do I have to bother her again?"

"What are you like now? You have hands and feet, and your sense of taste has recovered, how are you worse than others?"

Fernan flicked the cigarette ash and said, "This competition is an opportunity, a chance for you to get back on your feet, you decide how to grasp it." ”

Liao Jie's thoughts were unsettled, and his expression changed. His arms were on the table, his fists clenched, but he was trembling slightly.

"See?"

He raised his trembling arm and said with a wry smile: "As long as I am nervous now, my hands will tremble, and I can't even hold the knife steadily, how can I cook vegetables?"

Shaking his head, he sighed and said, "Thank you for regaining my sense of taste, but I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you." ”

Fei Nan looked at him, frowning in thought.

Liao Jie: This is definitely not because of drunkenness and nerve damage, the pills he sent to Liao Jie were even enough for Xu Xi to use once.

You must know that all the sensations in Xu Xi's body have disappeared, and a large area of repair is needed, and the dosage is completely enough to repair Liao Jie's damaged nerves.

There is only one possibility for him to be in this situation, and that is the psychological factor.

"Let's smoke a cigarette!"

Fernan shoved the cigarette case in front of him.

Liao Jie took out one, buried his head in ignition, took a deep breath, raised his head, and slowly exhaled smoke.

The smoke rose and blocked his view, and he seemed to see Shujun smiling again......

Fei Nan extinguished the cigarette butt, stood up, and came to Liao Jie.

Liao Jie still maintained a posture of looking up, his eyes were empty, as if he was caught in a memory, and he didn't notice Fei Nan in front of him at all.

He had been unknowingly led into a hypnotic state by Faynand.

Hypnosis is not complicated, sometimes it only takes a moment of relaxation, or a shift in attention, and it is the cigarette in his hand that achieves this effect.

Reaching out to him, Fernan pressed his hand on the top of his head, urging the dream technique.

The scene changes rapidly, and Feinan appears in Liao Jie's subconscious dream.

It's a savannah full of lettuce, pea tips, lettuce, and young leeks, and the dew drops on the verdant leaves reflect the colorful light.

In the distance, the mountains of meat are undulating, layered on top of each other, with pork rump meat on the bottom, snowflake beef on the top, and cold mist slowly flowing down the texture of the tender salmon.

The milky white meandering river runs through Roshan Mountain, exuding the aroma of large bone soup.

A bamboo raft made of tender bamboo shoots floated on the river, coming down the river, and Feinan was standing on the raft.

Whether it was the chef's subconscious dream or not, Fernan looked around and marveled.

It's a blessing to live in a place like this.

The rumbling water in front of me was thicker and more fragrant, but it was a cliff.

Fernan appeared on the bank on the side of the river, and the young bamboo shoots were carried by the bone broth into the copper pot below.

There is a path paved with pickle stones on the shore that leads to a celery grove.

Fernan climbed the stairs and looked with interest at the young celery trees on either side, and the potatoes hidden next to their roots.

Chaotian pepper is mixed in it, and the red fruits collide with each other, jingling, and it is good-sounding.

Beneath the broccoli-stacked stone slabs are a mess of ginger, sweet potatoes and taro, interspersed with a few folded ear roots.

Walking through the celery grove, Fernan saw a garden that was also made of ingredients.

The outer wall of the golden pot is topped with a thin crisp of jujube red, and the tiles are red pork jerky.

Spring rolls are made as load-bearing columns, and the gazebo covered with pot helmets exudes the aroma of grain.

Under the rockery where the yams are piled up is a slice of beef consommé with tender white radish discs floating.

The crisp laughter echoed beside the rockery, Liao Jie stood under a pepper tree with a smile, and a woman pushed a swing made of vermicelli and carrots one after the other, and a little girl sat on the swing.

Liao Jie's eyes were closed, unable to see, and he didn't notice that the woman and the child were also made of ingredients.