In this way, whether it is from the color, or the texture can be done with the fake. ”

I heard this fat man preach.

I really think it's 360 lines. Each row has its own doorway.

I listened as the fat man explained all the dishes on the table.

Then the obese male ghost finally put down his chopsticks and decided to eat.

I smiled and slipped into the counter.

Boredom fiddling with the phone.

When I looked up by chance, I saw that the fat male ghost actually lifted his clothes, revealing his fat belly. What are you sticking a little blue syringe into your stomach?

I hurriedly asked the fat man.

"Sir, what ...... you are!"

The fat man said to me with a sigh.

"Alas, I ate and drank outside every day, and I got diabetes more than ten years ago.

But I can't do this job yet, and I can't taboo it. I will eat whatever the restaurant asks me to taste.

So for more than ten years, every day before eating. They all put insulin in their stomachs.

At first, you only needed three stitches a day.

Later, the diabetes became more and more severe. Sometimes I even have to prick seven or eight stitches in my stomach a day.

I am only 55 years old today. The people of this world think that our tasters do a good job. Eat and drink from the sea every day, big fish and big meat.

As everyone knows, what we are doing here is the work of folding life.

Sickness comes from the mouth, and trouble comes out of the mouth.

If you eat a lot of oil every day, your body will naturally not get better!"

The fat man said. Bian calmly poked the needle of the small syringe into his belly.

Then, I saw that his expression was hideous, and his face was painful. Stick the insulin liquid into your body.

I looked at the scene in front of me, the corners of my mouth unconsciously tilted down, and my whole face was distorted.

"Big brother, it seems that you have suffered a lot in your life. ”

The obese man finished injecting a shot of insulin. A second injection was given immediately afterward.

"Little brother, you don't know. What is the point of physical suffering?

The most important thing is that I am bitter in my heart. When I died, my daughter was 21 years old.

I haven't been able to see her graduate from college, get married, and have children.

Really, in this life, because of work, my life has been delayed. ”

My heart unconsciously felt a sourness.

"Big brother, you just died of diabetes complications.

I've heard before that diabetes doesn't kill people. However, there are many complications caused by diabetes.

Like what cerebral thrombosis, high blood pressure, liver function, kidney function deterioration.

When I finally left, I must have suffered a lot of sin. ”

The fat man shook his head helplessly.

"I committed suicide! While my daughter-in-law was away from work, my children were going to school in other places.

I took a bottle of sleeping pills and turned on the gas in my house.

Alas, it is said that it is not painful to die after taking sleeping pills, and it is good to sleep.

Who knows that feeling of stomach turning upside down and turning rivers and seas upside down.

It's really worse than dead. ”

Listening to the words of the fat male ghost, I couldn't help but gasp.

"Big brother, why are you? Look at you, life is not bad.

Didn't you win the gold medal of the chef competition before, you have money, power and status.

People like you, what else can't you think of, not even your wife and children.

How could you do such a ridiculous thing? ”

The fat male ghost sighed helplessly, his eyes full of tears.

"No way, in fact, the thing I regret the most is that after winning the gold medal in the chef competition, I chose to give up the chef industry for a higher salary. Be a food connoisseur.

How much money is a lot?

Little brother, do you know, since I became this food connoisseur, on the surface it is really beautiful.

Every day, you don't have to stay in the kitchen, leaning against the oil pot, and standing for more than ten hours every day.

I just sit at the table in a high-end restaurant every day. Eat a bite or two of abalone, lobster, sea cucumber, and swallow's fin on the table. Then let's chirp and chirp, and talk nonsense.

Someone gave me a lot of money and followed me, nodding his head and calling me teacher.

However, it is also because of this work. I crushed my body.

Not to mention the pain of illness every day. In my life, I don't know how many stitches I have received in this belly.

People say that if you stick insulin for a long time, you won't feel pain.

However, seven or eight times a day, I have to stick needles into my flesh one at a time, how can I not feel pain?

You know, young man, I ate sixteen meals on the most of my days.

Tasted 162 dishes.

Eat until the end. I simply can't get a love out of all the food.

Every day, my wife cooks the food and stays in the kitchen until I get home.

But every time I come home, I look at the table of clear soup and water. You will feel angry.

I don't know when my wife stopped cooking for me.

He always cooks in advance, after eating with the children. When I got home, my wife and I didn't even talk.

A good family, a good couple. In the end, it was like a stranger. Get along under the same roof every day. But even talking to the other party feels luxurious.

Finally, that is, half a year ago. I suddenly noticed that there was something wrong with my tongue.

Because every day there are big fish and meat, countless drinking bureaus, and non-stop drinking. My sense of taste is getting duller.

Until four months ago. My sense of taste is completely out of order, and I can't taste anything anymore!

At first, I didn't dare to tell my family about it, let alone announce it to the public.

Because my tongue is the root of my work.

A food connoisseur can't even taste it. How will I survive in this industry in the future?

I went to countless hospitals every day, hospitals, clinics, and small home remedies, and tried countless times.

But it didn't help.

In the end, I couldn't hide my tongue.

At another food tasting, I was the chief judge.

A cook from Sichuan. Mistakenly mistook the devil pepper of a certain country in Thailand as a Sichuan Chaotian pepper. I made a big pot of boiled beef with pepper and spicy.

My tongue is bad, but I still have a nose. I can still smell the food.

The boiled beef is really fragrant. Extremely strong spicy aroma. The beef is also well handled, and it is picked up with chopsticks, and the Q bomb is soft and tender.

That Sichuan chef is, an old chef who has worked for more than ten years.

If he hadn't misused the chili peppers, he would have won that race.

My tongue can't taste it, but I can rely on my previous experience. Say something high-sounding.

Then, under the first embrace of others, I was the first to comment on the dishes.

Full praise for that Sichuan chef.

As a result, wait until someone else tastes that boiled beef.

I watched them stick out their tongues one by one and drink water. When I gasped for air, like a dog dissipating heat, from that moment on, I knew my career was over.

I left the scene in the stunned and mocking eyes of others.

A connoisseur of beautiful food, he has no sense of taste. My life is like being a clown. Completely fell from the altar to the bottom. ”

After listening to these words of the obese male ghost, I also feel that life is really not easy.

Just like the profession of a food connoisseur, this is the enviable job that many people dream of.

But who would have thought that behind this glitz and admiration, there was diabetes for more than ten years and seven or eight injections of insulin every day.

What good is such a job in exchange for money?

I asked the fat man.

"That's why you chose to commit suicide?"

The fat man shook his head.

"No, my wife has been comforting me very gently since my wife found out about it.

It was also because of this incident that I felt the warmth of home that I had never felt before.

However, because I was not at the peak of my career back then. I have to be busy outside every day, so my wife chose to give up her job at a young age and become a full-time housewife for the sake of the family.

Now, my tongue is gone. I can't taste the food anymore. I don't have a way to generate income for my family anymore.

My children are still in college, and my wife needs my support.

You know what that feels like? Desperate feeling?"