"I guess there is, I remember a phone number." I said.

"Who? Relative's? The master said, closing the door to the room.

"When I was a child, I was asked to call my aunt, and I always remember a phone call from her house here." I said.

"Auntie, will you come back then?" The master said, and there seemed to be a reluctance in his voice.

"I'll be back, so let's go out and have fun. If a guest orders a chef's meal, the chef will come himself. I was taught by you, and you make it better than me. If the taste is not good, people will be suspicious, so I'll find a reporter here to send a news. The content is to concentrate on researching new dishes and the like, cooking but not seeing customers or something. The hotel is already three stars, and the taste will not get worse with you in charge. In fact, it's the same with me and without me all these years, I'm just following you to make a fortune in a muffled voice. I said.

"You're wrong about what you said, do you know why we were awarded this Michelin back then?" The master said.

I shook my head.

"This Michelin-starred restaurant guide is also an experimental product. The right time and place are catching up with you, catching up with the cake I like you bought you. I have everything today, and I am reluctant to say that you want to leave now. But I won't keep you, everyone has their own ambitions. The master said.

"Thank you, master." I said with a smile.

"Is that auntie all arranged? Leave me one of her phone numbers too. When the time came to go to China, I was the first to tell me when I changed my contact information. The master said.

I nodded, and after a moment shook my head again.

"What? Refuse to tell the master about his whereabouts? The master said puzzled.

"No, it's that aunt's phone number that has always been in my head and hasn't been called." I said.

"Wait, these words you're talking to me now. How long have you been thinking about it? How long did you think about it before you told me? As he spoke, the master walked to the side of the display case and took out the red wine in the display case.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time, or I've been thinking about it all the time. Actually, I didn't think much about it, but there was a thought in my mind. Shall I give a call now, to that auntie? I said.

The master leisurely opened the cabinet below, took out the corkscrew in the cabinet, and opened the red wine very skillfully. I grabbed the bottle and took a sip, it was the first time I had seen him drink.

"Do you need to go out and fight?" The master said, his expression a little serious.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and pressed the number that I had memorized in my head.

There was a long busy tone, after which the phone was answered.

"Hey." An old man's voice said.

"I'm Jock, I'm looking for Auntie." I said subconsciously.

"What are you talking about?" The old voice said.

"I'm Jock, I'm looking for Auntie." I said again.

"Who's your aunt?" The old voice spoke again.

And I remembered that I didn't ask my aunt's name at all.

"My dad is Qiao Feng, do you know him?" I said.

"Oh... Oh... You wait. The old man seemed to hang the phone on his desk.

The master looked at me and said, "How is it?" Is it connected? ”

I nodded my head and didn't speak.

I was thinking about this call I didn't seem to be supposed to make, and it was half past four in the afternoon in France. At the beginning of the meal, and at this moment China should be jet lag.

I don't know if it's early in the morning or late at night.