"It's too late, it's too late, young man, if you had appeared ten years earlier, I would have made you a friend, and if you wanted, I would even pass on the mantle to you. ”

The words of the fat octopus old man were full of sorrow, he was like a sunset, the twilight was heavy, and the lilac skin on his body was gradually fading and turning gray and black.

"Senior, why do you say that, if you want, you can continue your culinary career, change the store, change the place......"

is also a chef, Lin Xiaotian knows that he will only be so melancholy and emotional when he is in a desperate situation, but Lin Xiaotian is not a person who easily admits defeat, he wants to fight.

"It's useless, you don't have to say it. The fat old man shook his head with a wry smile, interrupted Lin Xiaotian's persuasion, paused, and continued: "This is the last meal I can cook in my life, and in the future, I may not be able to cook......"

"Senior, what's wrong with you?" Lin Xiaotian felt that things were not simple.

"Listen to me tell a story if you want!"

The fat octopus old man's two mung bean-sized eyes became blurred, and two long whiskers fluttered around his mouth, telling the story of him and the restaurant.

Today's fat octopus old man is 238 years old, and at the age of 50, he became a generation of tenth-level chefs, known as the exquisite taste of eight claws.

When he became a tenth-level chef, he found that his life of experience was enough, so he came to Wuyuanxing and opened this Gli Kuman.

The tenth-level chef's restaurant, needless to say, is very popular, of course, the asking price is also surprisingly high, even if it is sky-high food, diners are still flocking to it, and many people have traveled thousands of miles to cross the galaxy to Wuyuan Star, just seeking a unique taste of eight claws.

But as time passed, the eight-claw grew old, and like other old octopuses, he could not withstand the slaughter of time, and the hand holding the knife began to tremble, and his once keen sense of taste and smell was degrading.

What's even more terrifying is that he suffers from the geriatric disease that octopuses fear the most, sleeping sickness.

Sleeping disorder is an incurable disease of octopus civilization, because of the aging of cells in the body, they need to sleep longer and longer every day, and in the end, they have to sleep twenty-four hours a day, and they may fall asleep anytime and anywhere.

At the age of 170, he underwent cell-active therapy, using drugs to delay the development of his disease.

But it was too long, and he persisted for more than sixty years, until half a year ago, when the doctor told him that his body had aged too much, and the active treatment had no effect.

The old octopus finally ushered in the torture he deserved, and in just half a year, his sleep time doubled, and to this day, he is only awake for two hours a day.

After a while, he will sleep forever and never open his eyes again.

The aging of his body also led to the regression of his cooking skills, and when he was one hundred and fifty years old, he was still a tenth-level chef, and to this day, he can't even reach the level of a seventh-level chef.

He would lose control of the amount of spices he cooked, and the taste would become strange, and what came out of his knife was no longer uniform ingredients, but waste products of different sizes.

The ingredients he handled were getting more and more unpalatable, and even he couldn't forgive himself for what he had made, and he couldn't swallow it.

Today, Lin Xiaotian and they are still relatively lucky, the old octopus used his last perseverance to complete a relatively successful dish, if it was usual, he was afraid that he would not be able to do one-tenth of it.

At this point in the story, the old octopus couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh, as if he was sighing for God's injustice to him.

"The dishes I make will never shine again, and the soup I make will never rise white, and the fragrance will be wafting from Wuyuanxing...... I'm old, I don't deserve to be a chef anymore......"

How could a person who had been brilliant accept such a gloomy old age, so he decided to lock up Gli Kuman, and didn't want this old fellow to accompany him to continue to survive.

"Senior, don't say that......"

These painful words made Lin Xiaotian also very uncomfortable, who would have imagined that this dying old octopus was once a brilliant tenth-level chef.

The old octopus stood up, waved his hand, and without speaking, he paced alone to the kitchen, trembling with each step, as if he might fall down at any moment.

He, gave up.

Lin Xiaotian also gave up, he knew that whatever he said at this time was useless and superfluous.

Lowering his head, Lin Xiaotian turned his head to look at the two people at the table, the two of them were still so happy, eating and drinking to their heart's content, not knowing that the chef of this dish was about to pass away, nor did he know that this dish was the last funeral song of the eight-claw chef.

The sunlight shines through the open-air windows, through the big glass windows, shining in the room, Lin Xiaotian looked up at the sun, the sunlight is so dazzling, it makes his eyes hurt, and his heart hurts.

He didn't say anything more to the old octopus, just watched the sun quietly until his eyes turned white and a sharp pain pulled him back from his contemplation.

Standing up, Lin Xiaotian brushed the non-existent dust on his body, and he seemed to want to brush something off his body.

Walking quietly to the door, Lin Xiaotian whispered: "You guys are full, let's go quickly!"

He was urging, he didn't know if the old octopus would fall asleep in front of their eyes if he left a little later, that was what he didn't want to see, and the old octopus didn't want others to see it.

A proud person will only die alone in the corner, and he doesn't want to make the pain known to everyone.

Lin Xiaotian understood what the old octopus was thinking, he just wanted to lose his spiritual pillar for a lifetime, and then turn into a stinky skin, return to his hometown, sleep in a small room where no one knew him, and never wake up again.

This urging made Mengyuan and the others confused, but the two didn't ask much, they saw that there was something wrong with Lin Xiaotian's mood, so they hurriedly got up and followed Lin Xiaotian.

The wooden door was pushed open, and the small bell above the door frame was "jingled" by the wooden door, and the very crisp bell reminded Lin Xiaotian of the wind chimes of the noodle restaurant.

"Wait, young man!"

When he pushed the door and was about to come out, the call of the old octopus sounded behind him, stopping Lin Xiaotian.

The old octopus staggered over, grabbed Lin Xiaotian's hand, and pressed a bag of kitchen utensils into Lin Xiaotian's palm, which was a pair of leather knife sleeves, and there were nine knives standing inside, and it could be seen from the handles of different thicknesses that their effects were different.

"Senior ......"

Lin Xiaotian looked at the set of knives in his hand in a daze, he could feel the sorrowful roar of this set of knives in his hands, it was a soft groan that left the master.

"This set of knives is called Nine Heads, and they have been with me for most of my life, and now I can't use them, but I can't let them accompany me to bury them in the soil, I can feel that you are a good chef, and you will be a chef in the future, they are in your hands, and they will not be buried!"

The old octopus's beard trembled, he was laughing, this was the first time Lin Xiaotian had seen the old octopus smiling since he entered the door.

"I ...... It won't disappoint you and the nine heads. ”

Lin Xiaotian was not pretentious, he did not refuse the gift of the old octopus, he knew that this was what the old octopus expected.

From beginning to end, Lin Xiaotian never said that he was a chef, but the old octopus gave him the knife, and that was because the old octopus really saw through his cooking heart.

Without any extra words, Lin Xiaotian pushed the door out, and the three of them left quickly, and no one looked back.

The ringing of the "jingle bell" was so crisp, the old octopus stood in the glass window and looked at Lin Xiaotian's back in the distance, and when Lin Xiaotian disappeared, he slowly closed his eyes.

He fell asleep, sleeping so peacefully.