Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 65, sincere

After a while, my mother turned around, squatted down towards me, and gently touched my face, "Hao Siming, mother didn't scare you."

"Mom is bad..."

"Well, it's my mother who is bad."

"But I don't blame Mom."

"Good boy..."

I threw myself into my mother's arms, and let her gently caress my back, "Good Siming, Good Siming, Mom will teach you how to cook..."

"it is good…"

"You have to know that cooking looks simple, but it is not easy to do it well. The handling of ingredients, the combination of nutrition, and how to make it taste delicious, so that people want to eat it when they look at it, and want to eat it even after eating it. It's all kung fu."

"Um…"

"Of course, the most important thing to be a chef or any profession is to put your heart into it."

"Heart?"

"Yes, it's the heart."

My mother picked me up and took me to the kitchen, ""Do things with your heart" This is a nonsense, and it is also a wise saying. I always believe that people's hearts are interlinked. What you make with your heart can be felt by someone with a heart. of. "

"Then how do you use your heart and feelings?"

"Hmm... that's a wonderful feeling, it's hard to explain in words. Generally speaking, if you are devout enough and deep enough, your heart can be pinned on what you care about."

"This thing can be a dish, an ornament, a flower, a person, a knife..."

My mother hugged me and walked in front of the chopping board, reached out and picked up a bright kitchen knife, and handed it to me, "This is a wedding gift from your father that year. My heart is on it. Come and feel it." .”

Holding the knife, I felt it was heavy. After a while, when I calmed down, I felt a sour...sweet taste on the knife.

A warm hand was held in mine, and the knife didn't sink anymore, as if it had merged with me, as if commanded by an arm.

"It doesn't matter what kind of magnetic field you call it, or any other name, it doesn't matter, the important thing is to use your heart..."

"This is unique to each person and can never be replaced. It is something that no matter how good a cooking machine can make or replace."

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The mirror light flashed from the side of the kitchen knife that was pointed like an arm, and it was reflected in my eyes, making me squint my eyes involuntarily, and the whole person woke up.

Looking left and right at the narrow restaurant and the young man who was waiting because of my loss of consciousness, I recalled the old memory that was suddenly turned up in my mind, and said: "You have a talent that all chefs are extremely envious of. , but you don’t have the sincerity to cook.”

"What sincerity?"

"The reason why you become a chef is to find 'her', every dish you cook is for this purpose, your heart is always on her, so how can you ask for the dishes to have your heart? "

Hearing this, the young man froze like a bolt from the blue, "Sincere...is that so? Then how can I find my sincerity?"

"You have never cooked for the sake of cooking before. You have never cooked sincerely, purely, and purely once."

"Try it now and forget about that she or it or what the hell for a while... Come on, make me a raw eaux-de-vie with more Marsala."

"Can I do it?" The young man looked at me helplessly.

"Why not?"

I smiled reassuringly at him, "Haven't you noticed these things before? When I said you could become a teacher, you said that you had forgotten the original intention of cooking!"

"What is your original intention? To save her."

"You became a cook because you wanted to save her, but you couldn't save her because you didn't really want to be a cook."

"You say you have forgotten your original intention, which means you have found your sincerity and are able to save her."

"Now all you need is to pierce that layer of window paper, come on... Chef."

"Make your first course."

The young man took a deep breath, then nodded vigorously.

There is no simpler 'dish' than this to make a glass of eaux-de-vie, if it can be called a dish.

Take a clean paper cup from the cabinet, put some special seasonings in the cup according to the different tastes you need, and then put the cup under the faucet under the stainless steel cooking machine filled with water of life, turn on the faucet, let the heated life The hot water rushed into the cup, and the seasoning inside was washed away by the way.

Finally, sprinkle some masala powder and stir it with a spoon, and it will work.

This simple and boring step has been done countless times by the young man, and he is already familiar with it and cannot be more familiar.

But this time he did it very slowly, like a novice who entered the kitchen for the first time, but he was a little more fluent in the slowness than Lengtouqing, adding ingredients, receiving water, stirring...

The young man held the steaming cup in both hands and handed it to me, "Teacher, please taste it."

I nodded, took a sip of the water of life, and instantly a sour smell of Marsala flooded into my mouth.

"Well...it's the same as before."

"what…"

"Ah what? I can't taste that so-called soul."

After speaking, he handed the water of life to the young man again, "If you want to know whether it is good or bad, you should drink it yourself and try it."

The young man shook his head confidently, "It's unnecessary. When I make this cup of water of life, I know that my heart has been found."

"Really, then congratulations, you are now a real teacher." I said seriously.

The young man bowed deeply, "Thank you for your help..."

"I didn't do anything. Your achievements are all because of your talent."

"No talent is nothing without your help..."

"Okay, stop talking about that."

I waved my hand, interrupted the young man's words, and said sternly, "Now that you've got what you've been looking for, when are you going to find her?"

"I intend to go at once."

"Immediately... no more preparations?"

"I have prepared enough. I believe that no one has prepared more fully than me for the cooking skills honed for a long time and the soul I have found now."

The young man turned his head and looked at the skyscrapers outside the door, which were the most prosperous and magnificent core of Brahma City. "This time, the high walls in the core area can no longer stop me."

After solemnly swearing, he felt towards me, "When I find her, I will definitely bring her back and thank you again."

"It's not necessary to thank you, but what did you say...bring her back?" I hurriedly asked, "You want to bring her back?"

"Yes." The young man nodded seriously.

"This... I thought you just wanted to go in to find her, but I didn't expect to bring her out."

"Do you know that it is even more difficult to get in and out of the core area. In order to prevent information from being leaked, it is the same as the ancient deep palace compound. Except for the owner, there is often no way out."

(End of this chapter)