In the endless darkness, there is not a trace of light. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Ang felt like a small boat, constantly rising and falling in this boundless darkness, drifting, with no end in sight.

He couldn't feel the body, he couldn't feel the pain, he couldn't feel the joys and sorrows, he could only feel the constant blurring of consciousness, and then it was clear and endless.

I don't know how long I stayed in this dark and monotonous world.

Zhang Ang gradually felt something, it was a very, very light feeling, it was a faint pain, that faint pain appeared from time to time, if there was nothing.

This is the pain of happiness, this is the proof of life.

I don't know how long it took, the pain became clear, although it was so uncomfortable and torturous, but it made Zhang Angzhen realize that he might not be dead yet.

Slowly, the pain became concrete, it was the internal organs being stirred by a sharp knife, and the sharp blade slid on the heart, liver and spleen, so sharp, so maddening.

However, the pain brings light and makes people find their way forward in the dark world.

Approaching and approaching, and I don't know how long it took, Zhang Ang finally broke through the darkness.

The endless darkness fades, and the boundless light comes.

Like a drowning man surfacing the surface, Zhang Ang breathed violently.

He felt the touch, felt the breeze on the back of his hand, felt the smell, the faint smell of wheat lingering on the tip of his nose, felt the hearing, the squeak of the wheels rolling, he felt the sight, the warm light reflected on the eyelids.

Then, Zhang Ang opened his eyes violently.

It was a carriage with a thin cloth canopy on the roof, and the carriage was covered with thick straw, and he was lying on it.

He felt so weak that he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers, and his stomach and back were filled with sharp pain.

But Zhang Ang now clearly knows that he is still alive and not dead, and such a sense of happiness echoes in his heart, making him pull the corners of his mouth and show a difficult smile.

I felt my fingers, and the tightness on the middle finger of my left hand was still there, and the ring must not have been lost.

I just don't know who saved me, and why I'm on this moving carriage.

At this moment, the carriage slowly stopped, and there was a commotion outside.

After a while, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a stout figure flashed in.

Seeing Zhang Ang's open eyes, the figure was pleasantly surprised, and immediately put down a small bowl in his hand, and a big rough hand kept shaking in front of Zhang Ang's eyes: "Li Ang? Li Ang, are you awake, do you remember me?"

The big face that came over was very familiar, Zhang Ang's memory was slowly opened and recognized, and a hoarse and faint voice came out of his mouth: "Master Lubsong?"

"Yes! That's me. Wait. Then he got out of the carriage and shouted excitedly outside: "Leon, he's awake!

After a while, the four walls of the carriage were dismantled, and a large group of middle-aged and elderly people gathered around.

That's Master Bernard, Master Lubçon, Master Ducasse, Master Bocuse...... All the culinary masters of the Paris Culinary Association!

Everyone showed concern and worry on their faces, and looked at Zhang Ang cautiously one by one, revealing warm eyes.

"You saved me?" asked Zhang Ang weakly.

"It's Bocuse, he's fishing in the river, and a lot of corpses float down the river, and then he finds you and picks you up. Master Lubson pointed to the thin old man next to him with a smile on his face.

"Alas, I just want to get rid of a few fresh fish, for so many days, the city has been strictly controlling supplies, and it is really impossible to get good fish, but I didn't expect to save our genius in Parisian cooking. Master Bocuse touched his head with some embarrassment.

"Yes, the one on the other side of the West Gate is a miserable one, I don't know how many people died, and there were so many corpses in the river that night, alas. Master Bernard sighed leisurely: "Fortunately, Leon, you were rescued, you looked like you were in such a breath at that time, and it took us a lot of effort to get you back." Of course, the armor on your body also played a big role, otherwise you would have died at that time. That's a blessing. ”

"Yes, yes, Leon, you are the best culinary genius in our Paris, and in all of France, and you can't die in that senseless war, but fortunately, you can save yourself, otherwise we old men will have no successor. Master Lubson was also happy.

"How long have I been in a coma, how is Paris now?" Zhang Ang struggled to squeeze out a sentence.

"You've been in a coma for almost seven days, and Paris is now in complete chaos. Although the British were repulsed, they only returned to Lille and could come back at any time. And it is said that there is some restorationist party, revolutionary party or something in the city, they secretly lured the British in, broke into the Grand Palace, and killed all the royal family. Only Prince Louis, who had been fighting on the side of the West Gate, escaped, and now the Holy See and some of the great nobles have embraced Prince Louis as emperor. But now the city has been hunting down and killing those restoration and revolutionary parties, putting everyone in danger, and it is really very chaotic. Master Lubson opened his mouth and patiently explained.

Zhang Ang knew that Miss Sophie and the others were probably those Restorationists and Revolutionaries, and she gave up on herself at the last moment of her escape.

But Zhang Ang didn't blame Miss Sophie, the situation was really urgent at that time, and if he had this drag, it was likely that neither of them would be able to escape. It's just that when I met Miss Sophie in the future, I really didn't know how to face her.

After being silent for a while, Zhang Ang spoke again: "Then where are we going now?"

"Oh, we're on our way to Lyon. Master Bernard said.

"What are you doing in Leon?" Zhang Ang didn't understand.

"How can I say it? Master Bernard hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Because we intend to establish an academy!"

"Academy, what academy?" Zhang Ang was a little unable to keep up with his train of thought.

"Of course, the Martial Arts Academy! Architects can build the Eiffel Tower Academy, musicians can build the Philharmonic Palace, and other dancers, tailors, and animal trainers can all build the Academy. Why can't we chefs establish an academy? We chefs also have our own martial arts! Although they are still very primitive and unsystematic, this is our own martial arts! Only those of us who have truly mastered the true meaning of cooking can use them! Therefore, all of us at the Paris Culinary Association have unanimously decided that we should establish an academy. Teaching both cooking and martial arts, turning cooking into martial arts, a truly academy for our chefs!" Master Bernard's voice was impassioned.