I stayed in my room and drained the rest of the wine in one gulp.

I don't know why the sake is so delicious at the moment, or I really want to drink it.

Maybe I want to drink it and forget everything I heard today, or maybe I want to drink it so I don't think about it more.

I hardly drink alcohol, and I occasionally drink vodka and liquor in the kitchen.

But it's basically a punishment after losing a bet.

I was a little dizzy at the moment, and I didn't seem to have forgotten the story that my master told me.

Because my first reaction at the next moment was to put the card that the master slapped on the table into my pocket.

Then he got up and left the room to look for the master.

Turning a few corridors, I saw the shadow of the master in the hall.

At this time, the master leaned against the hotel's water bar, holding a pen and paper borrowed from the bar waiter, crawling and writing something.

I walked slowly,

Looking at the dense words written on the small half-page he tore off the address book, I couldn't confirm whether the master had drunk too much or if the words were so crooked.

"Master, have you drunk too much? I don't understand a lot of Chinese, and you write it in vain. I said.

The master raised his head as if he understood, and said, "Forget this stubble, what should I do?" ”

"You just need to write an address, and tell me directly if you want to explain." I said.

"Have you taken your bank card? The password is six six, and when you arrive in China, you can first exchange it for RMB and put it in another card. My master's name is Chen Hao, a very common name. I also told you what happened, and you have to make sure you find his family before you can give the money. It is best to take photos or videos throughout the whole process, and there must be no mistakes. The master said.

I nodded, watching as the master crossed out all the words he had written with a black line. A little distressed and a little funny, after which the master wrote the address on the paper crookedly.

I read it over and over again, and handed it to me decently.

I looked at the words on it and said, "Master, didn't you go out to work at the age of fourteen?" Who taught the word? ”

"Of course, my master taught me how to read the words, do you think we don't need to read the recipe to understand the wine list? It's not because I'm a fast learner in these aspects, otherwise I wouldn't have been cultivated by my master. After speaking, the master shook his head and walked in the direction of the back kitchen.

I subconsciously put the note and bank card together, and then went home.

This home is the former tavern, and now it is my master's house.

We didn't buy it, we just didn't pay it because we had enough money to pay for the storefront.

I really don't have much luggage, and the salary given by the master is basically saved except for buying clothes.

I don't spend much money on the whole person, and the master has taken care of this aspect of eating, and there is almost no place to spend money.

It took about half an hour for a twenty-inch trolley case to contain everything.

I sat down and thought about it for a few minutes, and there was very little left to take with me.

Of course, this trip will leave the honor of this three-star Michelin chef for the time being.

Otherwise, from the rumor that I went to China, business here would be more or less disturbed.

I made a phone call, and since becoming a star, I've had a lot of journalist contact information.

I told me about the idea of developing a new dish in retreat, and the reporter thought about it and wanted to give me a big page and ask for exclusivity.

I smiled bitterly and agreed, in fact, I am more or less a celebrity.

But no one knew that I was a black celebrity.