Notes on the Tomb (40)
It took a few deep breaths before slowly calming down.
Jiang Nian set my image as a foreign chef, and at this moment I understood why I only appeared in newspapers and didn't take photos.
I was angry at first, but I was relieved to think about it.
This is also a hidden identity of mine, and it shouldn't be bad to help cover up.
Of course, a businessman is worthy of being a businessman, and he is really unscrupulous in order to make money.
The waiter ran up behind me, poked me in the back, and whispered behind me, "Someone's ordered." ”
In desperation, I went back to the kitchen and started cooking.
I earn the money, I make the dishes. Anyway, making money and fame is not the purpose of my coming here, my purpose is only my ancestor.
From six o'clock, watching the back kitchen was busy until ten o'clock.
During this period, I had a dish for about half an hour, which was the most relaxing in it.
After ten o'clock, some people began to clean up the kitchen, and Han Dong stood still without any intention of leaving.
Watching the chefs walk out of the kitchen, the two aftermaths who stayed behind were actually driven away by Han Dong.
Han Dong said to the two of them: "You guys go back first, and I'll solve the rest of the list." ”
The two aftermath cooks didn't stay long after hearing this, and left the kitchen in a hurry.
At this moment, Han Dong and I are left in Noda's kitchen.
After Han Dong made sure that there was no one, he said to me: "It's ten o'clock, we usually close here at half past ten." If you have anything to say, just say it, and if you don't, you can go. ”
"I'm not here to rob you of your job, there's no need to blame me. I'll only stay for half a year at most, and I'll definitely go. I said.
"Then why are you here to smash the field today?" Han Dong said.
"I think about it, this should be regarded as a recognition of ancestors and return to their ancestors." I said.
"Recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors?" Han Dong said puzzled.
I pointed to the side and said, "Sit down and talk slowly." ”
Han Dong took a small bench and sat next to me.
"I'm twenty-five, so you've been an apprentice before I've even been born. I'm just twenty-five years old, am I right? I said.
"Twenty-eight years." Han Dong added.
"Twenty-eight is twenty-eight, so you have been in Meizhou for the past twenty-eight years?" I asked again.
"I have never left Meizhou in my life." Han Dong replied.
"Then I ask you, where did you learn to cook?" I said I felt like I had asked the right person.
"Place? The place is long gone. Han Dong sighed.
Gone? These two words are deeply imprinted in my mind.
"Burned, huh?" I said.
Han Dong said with a shocked face: "How do you know." ”
"It doesn't matter how I know, you just have to answer if I'm or not." I said.
"It's burning." Han Dong said.
"You were just an apprentice then?" I said.
"Yes, you can't know that much. Haven't you been in France all the time? Han Dong said.
"Don't ask too much about me, it's useless to ask. I need to hear about your fire now, so please elaborate. I said.
"Who the hell are you?" Han Dong's expression changed slightly as he looked at me.
"Then I take a step back, and you also take a step back, what do you think?" I said.
Han Dong looked at me and said, "How to retreat?" ”
"If you see my cooking, I guess I can't be self-taught. I can tell you that my master was also at the scene of that fire, so I know that. I said.
"Little plums? Big Zhuangzi? Or Xiaolongzi? Is it an apprentice or a cook? Han Dong said excitedly.
"If you guess like that, I won't tell you who it is. In this way, we each take a step back and ask and answer, and if we feel that the question is out of bounds, we can not answer. I said.