The chef said that the Cantonese food made here is delicious but has no charm. I never understood what Shen Yun meant, because I didn't seem to have eaten real Cantonese food. At that time, I thought that real Cantonese food must be better than what the master made, at least better than what the master made in France.

Ever since I stayed at the master's Chinese restaurant all day, the master has told his story intermittently.

The chef came to France three years ago, and I also found a cabinet in the restaurant.

The cabinet was full of trophies, each as big as my arm.

The chef said that he studied Cantonese cuisine in his early years and won a lot of awards.

Later, I hurt someone because of something.

I don't know if the man is dead or not, I heard that he was in the intensive care unit.

At that time, no one knew that the master did it, but the master resigned from the position of chef.

Came to France with all his treasures and all his savings.

According to the master's words, if that person wakes up, he points out that he can't escape.

If that person doesn't wake up, the master himself won't be able to do it.

And there is no death penalty in France, so I chose to open this store here.

I once asked what it was like to hurt someone, but the master never said.

And the master's personality is much better than my father's. I didn't believe he could hurt someone and hurt the intensive care unit.

The chef said that what he taught me now could not be considered authentic Cantonese cuisine, because this is France. A lot of the seasonings are not available, and it took him more than half a year to figure out the taste.

The chef also said that if he made real Cantonese food, it would be much better than the current one.

But the business of the master's shop has been tepid.

The customers are all this person from Chinatown, and foreigners only come in if they try Chinese food.

There are very few repeat visitors among foreigners, and very few Chinese guests come all the time.

When I asked a guest, the Chinese guest replied, "How can Chinese food be presented like this?" It's so small and so expensive. ”

When I asked if it was delicious, they would keep their heads down and stop talking.

And the foreign guests, because there are no repeat customers, I hardly know why they won't come back.

But my master's food was delicious, and I hated it even more and more.

But the chef told me not to touch any detail of the dishes in the store, and taught me how to do it.

I was twenty years old and didn't come home for a year.

I seemed to have evaporated from my parents' world.

At first, I would go back every week and secretly watch out at home for an hour.

The windows are open, but the curtains are always closed.

Later, a week turned into a month and half a year.

The time spent looking around has also changed from an hour to half an hour to a glance and leave.

It was my twentieth birthday, a whole year at the master's time.

The master didn't ask me about my birthday, but he regarded the day I came and didn't leave as my birthday.

The master plans to close the store early to celebrate my birthday, and there are no guests anyway.

The master lit candles in the kitchen and told me to go close the door.

I was just about to close the door when a group of foreigners in suits and leather shoes walked in.

My first reaction was that the master had been discovered and was going to be taken away and sent back to China.

I was so frightened that I immediately ran to the kitchen and asked the master to hide and not come out.

Then I went out to say hello, trembling.

Foreigners speak French, which roughly means that you are alone here.

I nodded my head and replied in French, yes.

Another foreigner is complaining that I'm so young.

And when I asked, the foreigner who was alone smiled and said that Asians look young, don't be rude and talk nonsense.

They wanted to try the dish and I went back to the kitchen.