Wang Dashu?

I don't seem to remember the name, who it was.

I asked with some embarrassment: ...... Know?

The other side was even more enthusiastic, "Alas! Acquaintance! How can you not know! Boss Cheng, before you were developed, you were poor and lonely, I took care of you, and you ate the meals I made with my own hands! ”

Yes?? I have a big mouth.

Wang Dashu said: Boss Cheng, you are a noble person who forgets things, I used to be the chef of Shaxian snacks next to your old tattoo parlor, Dashu, Wang Dashu!

I patted my head and remembered.

In my old store, when Miao Qianqian opened a ten-yuan boutique next door, I was still alone.

When I was eating alone at noon and in the afternoon, I rode a small battery car and went to Shaxian County on the next street to eat.

But this king really doesn't recognize it.

I remember that their boss is very kind, surnamed Chen, the back kitchen of the invitation, who still remembers his name?

I immediately changed the topic with Wang Dashu and said, "Yes, your sense of taste is out of order, you are here to ask me for a tattoo and help you see it, right?"

"No problem!"

The king tree cried out cheerfully.

I hung up the phone, probably thinking that this Wang Dashu might have some mental problems.

I made an appointment with him to come over at noon the next day.

I said to a few people next to me: "The bartender matter, you send a recruitment out, the same city recruitment website, and post a notice at the door, let's do both, I will look at this Wang Dashu's yin affairs, look at the wine and dishes, if it is really good wine, then it will be easy to do." ”

"That's it." Luo nodded a little.

I think there are some signs of this Wang Dashu's matter.

After eating that delicious food and wine, I didn't think about eating anymore, I got anorexia, and I didn't talk about the food, and the wine must be the best wine in the world.......

If you can open a bar, it will be a must!

The next day, we were busy with things in the tattoo studio, and when Wang Dashu came, I was a little confused.

The first time I saw Wang Dashu, I remembered that I was indeed in Shaxian snacks, I saw him as a person, and walked in and out of the restaurant.

Because the image is too deep.

Fat head and big ears, a look at three or four hundred pounds, a whole big round ball, full of oil, although it is said that the dry chef has more oil and water, but so fat, rare.

But now?

The more bizarre the image he gave me.

Dry and thin, wrinkled, old and wrinkled, with a slimy feeling.

It's the same as a drained old man.

I asked him to sit down on the couch, poured him a glass of water, and couldn't help but say, "Big tree, what happened to make you look like this?" ”

"It's not thin, it's joy, only in this way do I have an appetite, and I am now immersed in the joy of food." He whispered.

I didn't get it.

Wang Dashu gives me a feeling of timidity, afraid of light, afraid of cold, and very atrophied.

I sat on the sofa, a little sad, I don't know what kind of blow I encountered, so that I could toss a good person like this, and said: Can you tell me?

Wang Dashu nodded and said: Here's the thing, half a month ago, my wife died, I cried all night, overnight, I grew a lot of white hair, and in less than a week, I lost hundreds of pounds.

I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Then you must be very uncomfortable."

"It's uncomfortable, how can it not be uncomfortable?" Wang Dashu smiled bitterly, lit a cigarette tremblingly, and said: "My wife and I have been together for so many years, life is dull, but it is also happy, love, plain is true, we are all old husbands and wives, but now ....... My wife died, and I also thought about committing suicide by jumping off a building, but this life was gone, but fortunately, I had a very severe anorexia and couldn't eat anything. ”

At that time, a group of Wang Dashu's buddies persuaded him: People can't be resurrected after death, and they still have to live the life they deserve.

But Wang Dashu was really desperate.

A few of his friends took him to relax, saying that there was a private small chef party in the city next door, bringing together many famous chefs from many places, who are good at Sichuan cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, Zhejiang cuisine, and any kind of cuisine, and it is very lively in the chef circle.

His brother said to him, "Aren't you a foodie?" With your wife's favorite food, I will take you to take a walk and eat some dishes made by real chefs, which are no better than the small snacks we usually eat. ”

Wang Dashu shook his head when he heard this, and said that without his wife, no matter how good the food in the world is, it is not interesting, it is boring, it is not interesting, it is not interesting, I will not go!

But he was dragged over and attended the chef meeting.

If you want to talk about our Chinese food, it is broad and profound.

It is divided into many genres, and the chef is very face-saving, at that exchange meeting, everyone came up with their own specialties to compete, and they were good at famous dishes.

They are a group of little chefs, who have a chef certificate as a ticket, and they are qualified to enter, but they are not here to "communicate", they want to join in the fun, play the role of a tasting, and they are also happy and excited.

Only one person is unhappy, Wang Dashu.

Wang Dashu eats the dishes of famous chefs in five-star hotels, and when he usually eats this kind of delicacy that he can't usually touch, he must be so excited that his saliva stays and eats it.

But now?

With a sad face, he was not happy at all, he took a bite, put it down again, and then went to the dish next to him to eat another bite and put it down.

He spun around like this.

A lot of celebrity chefs have noticed him.

These chefs muttered to themselves in their hearts - could it be that some hidden master, a connoisseur of fine food, came here in person?

They began to compete against each other in secret.

One by one, they took out their real housekeeping skills, cooked their skills, and took the initiative to invite Wang Dashu to come over and taste them in person.

Wang Dashu took a bite and shook his head.

This time, the fighting spirit of all the chefs was completely aroused, and everyone began to come over one by one with plates and invite Wang Dashu to taste them.

At that time, a very strange grand occasion was formed in the entire exchange venue, and there was a queue to invite Wang Dashu to taste it.

After taking a bite of each dish, he put down his chopsticks and looked depressed.

Even individual dishes, greasy and excessive, what abalone and sea cucumber, these greasy and luxurious dishes, I couldn't help but vomit directly.

After this queue, more than a dozen chefs were deeply shocked.

The chefs present vaguely guessed that Wang Dashu himself was a glutton, especially good at eating, a veteran foodie, but he was afraid that he would have anorexia, but this also completely inspired everyone to compete.

But at this time, a middle-aged chef came out with a steaming bowl of "mung bean sprouts millet porridge".

That bowl of porridge doesn't look bad.

Very pure white, sparkling, white porridge, dotted with a touch of green.

"I see that you are sad in your heart, but I am afraid that you have lost your favorite lover." The chef said.

"You ......"

Wang Dashu was stunned for a moment, and saw that someone saw through his mind at a glance.

The chef muttered: The world is exaggerated, and there are fewer and fewer people who truly love each other, and I am willing to cook and cook for such a person!

The chef stretched out his hand and handed over the bowl of hot bean sprouts millet porridge, "Drink it, its name is First Love, it can relieve your worries." ”

Chefs around looked and shook their heads.

Wang Dashu, I have eaten all the famous dishes of famous chefs from all over the world, how can I eat your home-cooked dish, a simple bowl of mung bean sprouts millet porridge?

Everyone present thought it was impossible.

However, Wang Dashu took the bowl, took a bite with a depressed face, and suddenly shook his body, and tears flowed down, revealing tears of joy.

"It's delicious, it's delicious!"

His eyes were straight, and he was howling and crying, while drinking porridge frantically, looking up and crying, "Ahhh This is the taste of first love, I remembered the good times when I met my lover for the first time in college, she smiled brightly, she lowered her head and smiled gently, just like a bowl of porridge that is not enough to be shy....... This bowl of porridge, I can feel its shyness. ”

it!!

The chefs around him, his eyes are straight.

They watched Wang Dashu holding a bowl of porridge in both hands, holding it high above his head, as reverent as a pilgrim, as if kneeling down to a high statue of Guanyin.

That bowl of porridge, exuding a brilliant golden light, shone on the entire chef's canteen.

For the first time, the chefs present really understood that the dishes that really touched people's hearts turned out to be sparkling.