The middle-aged man in sackcloth slowly turned his head and glanced at Sikong Yao quietly, but there was already a look of shock in his eyes.

"How did she find such a remote place?"

The middle-aged man has been living in seclusion here for a long time, and since the defeat in World War I three years ago, he has stayed here and never returned, and has devoted himself to cooking and studying all day long. In the past three years, although the cooking skills cannot be said to have improved by leaps and bounds, because they have reached a height that is difficult to break through, but with their concentration, they have also made progress that is satisfactory to them.

At this level, cooking is often no longer just a matter of craftsmanship, but also of mood.

When a person's cooking level breaks through to a certain level, ordinary ingredients can no longer meet their needs, and ordinary cooking cannot give full play to their strength, this is the most maddening time. No matter how hard he tries, he can't always make a dish that satisfies him, and this middle-aged man is in this state.

He doesn't know what he wants anymore, he practices every day and night, just to beat a person, but the more he tries to specialize, the more confused he becomes, and the more he doesn't know where his level is.

Although he can clearly feel that his cooking level is improving little by little, the ethereal feeling, if no one can verify it for him, it is also an invisible moon in the water.

And at this time, Sikong Yao's praise was exactly what he was talking about.

"Do you think this looks good?" The middle-aged man said a little unconfidently, and his eyes were already full of anticipation when he looked at Sikong Yao.

Sikong Yao nodded. This is not a compliment, it is definitely out of his own true feelings, such a fondant skill, no one who has seen in his life can match it.

Sikong Yao said loudly: "Yes, don't you think this is very good-looking?" Such lines, such beauty. ”

The middle-aged man has been practicing for the past three years, constantly specializing in confusion, and forcing himself into the deep mountains and forests day by day, at first just to be quiet, and then he was afraid of being looked down upon. Further back. But I found that I didn't dare to cook in front of outsiders.

If Sikong Yao had appeared here an hour earlier, he would definitely not have done fondant.

But things are always unpredictable, how could he have predicted that someone would be able to come to such an inaccessible place and stumble upon his food?

The middle-aged man's face was a little inadequate. But it is obvious that there is a hint of joy.

Practice every day and every night. Make every second of every day a long time. Unkempt, he also grew a shaven beard, and the sharpness in his eyes had faded by three points.

If he didn't show such ability, most of Sikong Yao would only think of him as an ordinary uncle.

Suddenly, both of them were stunned. Sikong Yao was surprised by the middle-aged uncle in front of him who did not look like an Asian face, with a white hair color and light blue eye holes, it looked a bit French, but he could not practice such a down-and-out person with a romantic country, and Sikong Yao was even more surprised that he could speak Chinese.

The middle-aged man also had the same confusion, this is Japan, how could a little girl who speaks Chinese appear for no reason.

Sikong Yao was the first to ask: "Uncle is not Japanese, right?" ”

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Neither are you." ”

Sikong Yao also nodded, and then said, "Why are the seniors in this deep mountain?" With such craftsmanship, it is enough to dominate the outside world. ”

The middle-aged man suddenly became a little melancholy, is he dominant...... That was a long time ago, and since that person appeared, he had been forgotten.

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "That's all in the past." ”

There was a trace of deep sorrow in that voice, full of pain and helplessness, which made Sikong Yao unbearable.

"What happened?" Sikong Yao asked cautiously.

The middle-aged man shook his head and pretended to be open-minded: "It's okay not to mention it." ”

Sikong Yao pondered for a while, most of the people who can lock themselves in this kind of place will not be a positive and optimistic person, so they don't expect him to be able to say it one by one, so he also dispelled the intention of finding the root cause, but it was the cooking level of this middle-aged man that made Sikong Yao extremely concerned.

The craft of fondant is not something that can be learned casually, let alone interpreting it to such an extreme, no matter what reason the middle-aged man in front of him is living in seclusion here, but his cooking level is undoubted, enough to make Sikong Yao feel awe.

Sikong Yao looked at the middle-aged man's cooking with bright eyes, there was no flaw in the position of the fondant, and there was no hesitation at the turn, it was obviously a very complicated and cumbersome matter, but in his hands, it was a matter of course, and it was the proof that it had been practiced thousands or even tens of thousands of times.

This persistence alone, as well as the courage to lock himself in the deep mountains and old forests, was enough to make Sikong Yao awe-inspired.

In the culinary world, the most concerning thing is that the person who has already felt confused about his own cooking, but still insists on it, that only means one thing, he loves cooking extremely much.

That's why I'm constantly struggling in confusion in order to find my answer one day.

The middle-aged man suddenly spoke again, "How did you get here?" ”

This place is extremely remote, and even the middle-aged man himself feels that it is too desolate, if it weren't for the fact that he lived here that he had a little life here, it would not be too sad to say that it was miserable.

Sikong Yao smiled awkwardly, it was impossible to say that he was played by a deer, so he prevaricated: "I got lost, and then I came here by mistake, and I saw the hoof prints of animals on the ground, and I thought that I might be able to find a water source, so I came over." ”

The middle-aged man pondered for a while and said, "It's this Nara deer, right?" ”

Nara Deer was praised like this, raised his head and let out a long chirp, very proud.

There is indeed a small stream near here, and the middle-aged man who settled here is greedy for a convenient water source, and one day he accidentally met this Nara deer, and as a result, he was caught by it.

The middle-aged man petted the head of the Nara deer dotingly, and said tenderly: "If it hadn't been for it all these years, I'm afraid I would have suffocated to death." ”

Most people will not be without feelings, even if they have the determination to close themselves up, they will definitely not be able to endure such coldness, the voice must be a little, otherwise it will drive people crazy, and feelings must be retained, otherwise people will go to extremes.

Sikong Yao suddenly said: "Senior, your fondant technique is so powerful, you haven't retired everything, you must be working as a chef in a famous dessert shop, right?" ”

Sikong Yao first praised him, and then did not directly ask him why he stayed here, but asked him where he was in high school before, so that it would not be enough to be sad and painful, and his identity could be deduced from the place where he worked before.

The middle-aged man suddenly laughed at this moment, and muttered, "Where I used to work......"

However, Sikong Yao has always done something wrong, the place where a person works is often the place where he can leave the most memories, especially a middle-aged man who has a certain amount of life experience, must have more feelings about his job.

As soon as Sikong Yao asked, it evoked his sad memories, and he said self-deprecatingly: "That's where I can't go back." ”

Sikong Yao realized that he had said the wrong thing, and said embarrassedly: "Ah...... Sorry to remind you of something unhappy. ”

The middle-aged man shook his head and said open-mindedly: "It's okay, it's all in the past, I've seen it a long time ago." ”

"Oh......" Sikong Yao hesitated for a while, although this middle-aged man was preoccupied, he was not a depressed person, so Sikong Yao immediately asked boldly again: "So senior, where did you work before?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled, only to feel a little better: "I'm afraid you won't believe what you said." ”

Sikong Yao shook his head and denied: "There is no need for the seniors to lie to me, and I don't think that if I am deceived, I will suffer losses, so what the seniors say, I will not doubt it." ”

The middle-aged man laughed, after so many years, although there is a Nara deer as a companion, it still feels better to communicate with people.

"Then if I say that I used to be the royal pastry chef of the French royal family, would you believe it?"

Sikong Yao's eyes suddenly showed an extremely shocked look, and he was seen by the middle-aged man.

"Hahaha, I really don't believe it." The middle-aged man could have guessed that there would be such an outcome.

However, Sikong Yao's shock did not come from the place where the middle-aged man worked, but his title reminded Sikong Yao of a person, the French royal dessert chef, isn't it the current Bai Xia?

Sikong Yao looked at the middle-aged man, in this way, the position of this middle-aged man is probably banned by Bai Xia.

The corners of Sikong Yao's mouth twitched slightly, and it suddenly became clear in his heart that this middle-aged man couldn't bear the fact that he was defeated by a young man, so he closed himself.

After understanding this matter, Sikong Yao naturally wouldn't shake Bai Xia out, in case the middle-aged man knew that she and Bai Xia were still friends, most of them would be blasted out directly.

Sikong Yao smiled awkwardly and praised: "It's not that I don't believe it, but I'm scared, to be able to be a pastry chef for the French royal family, no wonder there is such a powerful craft, it's really amazing!" ”

This kind of praise is very useful for the middle-aged man, and he said with relief: "Oh? Can you believe it? ”

Sikong Yao nodded, if she didn't know Bai Xia, most of them wouldn't believe that the down-and-out person in front of her was the last royal pastry chef of the French royal family. (To be continued......)