In the kitchen was an old fat old man, wearing a white chef's hat, and it was not difficult to tell from the furrows on his face that this was probably an old man who had experienced some weather.

The other white chefs around him were operating a little far away from him, and he was probably not that easy to get along with.

The oil pot in his hand kept stir-frying, the flames jumped high, and some beads of sweat appeared on the old man's forehead, and he couldn't spare his hand to wipe it, and then he put the dishes in the pot on the plate next to the pot, sat on the stool on the side, and wiped his face with the towel around his neck.

If you don't look at this snow-white chef's suit, you will definitely think that the owner of this fly restaurant in a small county town will even want to sit down and give him a cigarette and then sit and talk nonsense.

In fact, Lao Wang used to be the owner of a fly restaurant, but his restaurant was not in a small county town, but in Chinatown, which is a long distance from here. Later, his restaurant was smashed, so he followed the young man who came to drink chicken soup.

As soon as Wu Tong walked into the kitchen, he saw this fat old man, and the reason why he was able to notice it at a glance was because the old man was the only Asian in this kitchen.

He walked over and saw a small plate of pot meat on the plate, with uniform thickness and bright color, this is called back pot meat, he couldn't help but think of the dishes he ate in Chinatown a few times ago, so can the be called Huaxia cuisine?

This is probably the dish prepared for Mr. Shang.

"New here? Haven't seen much of it? Seeing someone coming, Lao Wang's buttocks moved to the side, vacated a little bench, and motioned for Wu Tong to go over and sit down.

"Hmm." Wu Tong nodded, at this time he had erased the disguise of Venom, showing his original face. Lao Wang obviously regarded him as his companion, Shang Huai's subordinate.

"Young people don't learn well." Lao Wang scolded in his mouth and handed over a cigarette. He knew what kind of business Shang Huai was doing, and he also knew that he was just a chef under the other party, and he couldn't manage so many things.

Wu Tong reached out and took the cigarette and lit it in Lao Wang's hand, and the two of them smoked one by one.

"These dishes are for Mr. Shang?" Wu Tong asked.

"Of course, otherwise what are you doing here?" The old man turned his head to look at him, and then asked, "How long have you been doing this?" ”

"Not long? Two or three years. Wu Tong ran the train with his mouth full.

"Two or three years to get to this point? It's not easy, boy. The old man took another puff of his cigarette, and said that it was not simple, but there was no surprise in his tone and expression.

"Oh?" But Wu Tong was a little strange.

"Every time this guy Shang Huai wants to reuse someone, he will ask him to come to me to bring him food." The fat old man said. "The last time I came to serve food, it was a ...... It seems to be an American guy named Jockey. ”

"We are all people of the same place, and he will take care of you." The old man said and patted Wu Tong on the shoulder. "Many Chinese people here have been taken care of by Shang Huai, although they are doing some shady business, but his heart is not bad."

"Aren't you afraid that someone will poison the dish?" Wu Tong said with a smile.

The fat old man turned to look at him and laughed, "I thought so a few years ago, but don't you think he's still alive and well now?" ”

Wu Tong also laughed twice.

"Where is your home?" The old man asked again.

"Beijing."

"I'm from Sichuan, and I followed my son back then...... Forget it, I won't talk about the past. The fat old man shook his head again. How many people do you have in your family? ”

"I'm the only seedling." Wu Tong was stunned when he said this, so far what he said is the truth, yes, he is indeed from Beijing, but this world is no longer the world before, but there are still some things that are the same as the world before him, such as Huaxia, such as Beijing......

So will it be ...... ...... in this world

There will be another person named Wu Tong......

So who am I? Should those lives be his, or mine?

A palpitation came, and a cold sweat broke out on Wu Tong's back.

"It's so big that I barely found the place to find the kitchen when I first arrived." Wu Tong stood up, and those things that couldn't be figured out were not thought about for the time being. When will he personally go to Huaxia to confirm the traces that he should or should not leave behind.

"It's a little big." Lao Wang saw him stand up, and he also stood up. "Damn, I almost didn't get in just now."

"You go out through this door, turn right and take the stairs, and turn left on the second floor to the third conference room." While loading the tray with vegetables, he pointed to another kitchen door for Wu Tong.

"Okay." Wu Tong put the tray on his arm and walked out. When he was in college, he worked part-time outside the home, and he was quite proficient.

Lao Wang looked at his back and silently spit out a puff of cigarette, if his son was still there, he would probably be so old.

Wu Tong walked to the corner, and sure enough, he saw the stairs on one side, and according to the direction that Lao Wang said, he saw the conference room with the door closed again.

"Bang, bang, bang!" He knocked lightly on the door twice.

"Come in." There was a voice from inside.

Wu Tong pushed open the door and walked in, this conference room is very wide, and there is a huge floor-to-ceiling window in front of it, but the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window is not the singing of birds and flowers, but the people coming and going in the restaurant.

The sound insulation of the glass is very good, you don't hear the noise outside when you sit here, there are no lights in the conference room, and the light in the dining room is faint, but you can still see things clearly.

This room was probably designed by some designer who understands humanity, and you will forget for a moment that you are one of them, thinking that you have already detached yourself from it.

The man sat in the chair, with his back to him, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window at the dining room.

"Just put it on the table." He said in Chinese.

"Okay." Wu Tong also answered in Chinese, and then put the tray in his hand on the table in front of him.

"You know what?" Mr. Shang stood up and walked to the window to look down, the glass was specially treated so that people outside would not notice that someone was observing them, like a white rat in a cage.

"Everybody here wants something from me, some want money, some want fame, some want my business."

"And what do you want?" Wu Tong asked.

"I don't know." Mr. Shang shook his head, "A long time ago, I thought I wanted these things too, but then I found out that this was not the case. ”

"But one thing I've always been clear." Mr. Shang smiled and said, "There were guys who tried to take my life from me, but they all disappeared later. ”

"What about you?" Mr. Shang turned to look into Wu Tong's eyes, "What do you want from me?" Youngster. ”