(There are a lot of private settings in this book. Since only some of the top ten chefs in the animation Shokugeki no Soma are public, I have written a lot of characters and the dishes they are good at. My writing skills are limited. Please forgive me.)

(Forget it, I will stop pretending. Hand over your brain.)

"I'm sorry, we don't need a chef here."

"I'm sorry, but if you are frank, it may be difficult for you to enter this industry at your age."

"Give up, Daoan, although you are very talented, it's too late. No good restaurant will want someone of your age to be the chef, at least not before you prove yourself."

Tang Daoan walked blankly on the streets of France, thinking that he had studied all the way to a doctorate because of his family's requirements. It can be said that he had no room for entertainment. After college, he watched an anime called Shokugeki no Soma and was attracted by the various dishes in it. Watching various chefs fight for their own way of cooking, participate in Shokugeki, and use food to decide who is better, Tang Daoan was deeply attracted by this world and began to take an interest in cooking. After finishing his doctorate, he had a French meal by chance. He was attracted by the exquisiteness of French food. He collected a series of French food teaching on the Internet, and wanted to learn how to be a good chef, so that the ingredients collided according to his own ideas. Make food that shocks diners and attracts them to immerse themselves in the world of food.

With this belief, after 5 years of self-study, Tang Daoan boarded the plane to France with great ambition, hoping to show his skills. Then he fell into the huge knowledge system of French food. How could he be absorbed without any experience in the back kitchen of a restaurant?

Until by chance, the owner of the restaurant saw him coming to France alone to pursue his dream, and learned about his reasons and experience of learning to cook food, so he gave him a chance to make a dish and a steak. When Tang Daoan presented the [Black Pepper Herb Steak] to the boss, Tang Daoan obviously felt the boss's shock. When the boss finished eating, he immediately said that Tang Daoan could stay in the back kitchen to study.

Tang Daoan asked: "Do I have a chance to become a chef?"

The boss said: "I'm sorry, no, but you can stay and be a griller. Believe me, the salary will not disappoint you."

Then, perhaps because he felt that he had hit someone else's dream, the boss added: "You are a person with the talent to become a chef, but you are too old and have no chance to become a chef."

Tang Daoan's pupils shrank, and he looked a little shocked. Then he lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "Excuse me, is there anything I am lacking?"

The boss looked at him with some sympathy and said: "You fried the steak very accurately, and you put in a lot of effort, but at the same time, the details are a lot worse, the plating, seasoning, the processing of dishes, and the processing of ingredients are all problematic. In short, if it is just the level of family cooking, you do a good job, but this is a formal restaurant, and your level is definitely not enough to be a chef."

Hearing this, Tang Daoan was a little unconvinced, but in order to survive, he had to settle down first. After he agreed to the boss's invitation, he lived there. He began his official journey as a chef.

Time passed by like flowing water, as if nothing was brought with it, only the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes reminded me of something.

Ten years passed in a blink of an eye. Tang Daoan had worked as a baker and a pastry chef in this restaurant. During these ten years, he had been learning what an apprentice learned, such as how to pick vegetables, how to peel, how to use different knives, how to adjust basic sauces, how to make flavored cheese, how to make bread, and many more...

Although Tang Daoan was still far from becoming a chef, he quietly learned a lot of creative ideas for plating and seasoning from the chef. With the help of the convenient environment, he began to learn about French cuisine, ingredients, and sauces, absorbing all knowledge like a sponge and turning it into nutrients for growth. But what followed was a deep desire to be a chef, but Tang Daoan also knew that according to the current progress, he might need more than ten years of accumulation before he could become a chef, learn the dishes on the restaurant menu, and then accumulate for an unknown period of time before he could create his own special dishes.

Tang Daoan walked on the street like this, his mind was rigid and his body was numb, which became the main theme after get off work every day. There was no doubt that the repetitive work day after day killed Tang Daoan's enthusiasm and creativity, and he gradually became numb and sluggish, and finally became a stone without spirituality.

It was like being trapped in a swamp, unable to break free and could only watch himself sinking little by little. "I seem to have seen the end." Tang Daoan thought to himself, "Who would want a 50-year-old with no experience as a chef to cook?What about the chef? "

Tang Daoan was filled with regret. If he had started learning since he was a child, he believed that he would be able to open his own restaurant and create his own life recipe. It was a pity that when he discovered his dream and pursued it firmly, he was too old and missed the golden period of growth. Unfortunately, the accumulation of the chef's road is the foundation of success.

"That's not necessarily true!" A powerful voice came from a distance.

Tang Daoan turned his head sharply and saw a truck with an invisible license plate coming towards him. The high beam in front of the car seemed to cut through the night sky. The next second, Tang Daoan flew in the air. At the moment of takeoff, Tang Daoan also vaguely heard a familiar Chinese song. "Old driver~Take me~" Then he lost consciousness.

On the streets of Paris, a truck stopped on the side of the road. There was nothing else on the whole street except this car. "You have stopped taking orders." A decadent middle-aged uncle got out of the car and lit a cigarette, sighing, "It's not easy to work these days. I have to go abroad. I don't know if the oil will be reimbursed. "At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded on the phone, "Didi Cross-country real-time order, 639 kilometers away from you, from Turin, Italy to Junior Volleyball, with a surcharge of 0.001 ounces of time and space power." The uncle said dejectedly, "No, I won't go no matter what, I request a vacation." The mobile phone system paused, and the air was silent for two seconds, and suddenly the voice of "Order Accepted" was heard. The just decadent uncle rushed to the truck with a brisk step, muttering something about artificial intelligence. Then the truck sped away, leaving only the "Order Accepted~Order Accepted~" gradually fading away, and there was a faint voice begging for mercy, "Little ancestor, please don't accept it, I really can't finish it! I really can't finish it! "

At the same time, in a dark and deep space, a child who looked only 5 years old was floating in the air. A planet floated over, and the soft starlight shone on the child. A dust floating around the star fell on the child and gradually merged into it. Then the child seemed to be attracted and gradually floated towards the huge planet. If you look from a distance, it is as beautiful as the planet he came from. This means that a new story has begun.