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Chapter 205 The Chef's Funeral Song

"It's too late, it's too late, young man, if you showed up ten years earlier, I would definitely make you my friend, and if you want, I'm even willing to pass on the mantle to you."

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

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

As a chef, Lin Xiaotian knew that he would feel so melancholy only when he was in desperate situation, but Lin Xiaotian is not a person who easily admit defeat, he wants to fight for it.

"It's useless, you don't need to talk about 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. In the future, I may not Can't cook..."

"Senior, what's wrong with you?" Lin Xiaotian felt that the matter was not simple.

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

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

Today's fat octopus old man is 230 and eight years old. At the age of 50, he achieved great culinary skills and became a generation of top ten chefs, known as the best of eight claws.

When he became a tenth-level chef, he found that the experienced life was enough, so he came to Wuyuan Xing and opened Geli Cuman.

Needless to say, the restaurant of the tenth-level chef has a very hot business. Of course, the asking price is also surprisingly high. Even if the food is sky-high, the diners still flock to it. A delicacy.

But as time went by, Octopus got old. Like other old octopuses, he couldn't withstand the slaughter of time. The hand holding the knife began to tremble, and his keen sense of taste and smell were deteriorating.

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

Narcolepsy is a disease that cannot be cured by the octopus civilization. Because of the aging of cells in the body, they need more and more sleep time every day. In the end, they have to sleep 24 hours a day, and they may fall asleep anytime, anywhere.

Octopus also rebelled against fate. He received cell activity therapy at the age of 170, and the drug treatment delayed the development of the disease.

But the time was too long. He persisted in this kind of hard support for more than 60 years. Until half a year ago, the doctor told him that his body was too old and the active treatment was no longer effective.

The old octopus finally ushered in the torment he deserved. In just half a year, his sleep time increased exponentially. Today, he only wakes up for two hours a day.

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

The aging of the body has also led to the regression of cooking skills. When he was 150 years old, he was still a tenth-level chef. Today, he can't even reach the level of a seventh-level chef.

The dishes he cooks can't grasp the amount of seasoning, and the taste becomes very strange. What comes out of his knife is no longer uniform ingredients, but waste products of different sizes.

The ingredients he processed became more and more unpalatable, and even he himself couldn't forgive what he made, and couldn't swallow it.

Today, Lin Xiaotian and the others are quite lucky. Old Octopus used his last perseverance to complete a relatively successful dish. Normally, he might 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 lamenting the injustice of the sky to him.

"The dishes I make will never shine again, and the soup I mix will never rise white again, and the fragrance will waft like Wuyuan Star... I am old, and I am not worthy to be a chef anymore..."

How could a person who had once been brilliant accept such a gloomy old age, so he decided to shut down Gelikuman, not wanting this old man to accompany him to continue to live on his last days.

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

These painful words made Lin Xiaotian 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 hands, and did not speak. He paced towards the kitchen alone, trembling every step, as if he might fall down at any moment.

He gave up.

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

With his head down, Lin Xiaotian turned his head to look at the two people at the dining table. The two of them were still so happy, eating and drinking to their heart's content. They didn't know that the chef of this dish was about to pass away, and they didn't know that this dish was eight claws. The Chef's Last Funeral.

The sun shone through the open-air windows and the large glass windows into the room. Lin Xiaotian raised his head to look at the sun. The sun was so dazzling that it hurt his eyes and his heart ached.

He didn't say anything to the old octopus, just looked at the sun quietly until his eyes turned white, and the severe pain pulled him back from his contemplation.

Standing up, Lin Xiaotian brushed the dust that didn't exist on his body, as if he wanted to brush something off his body.

Quietly walking to the door, Lin Xiaotian shouted in a low voice: "You guys are full, let's go!"

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

A proud person will only die alone in a corner, and he doesn't want everyone to know about his pain.

Lin Xiaotian understood what the old octopus was thinking. He just wanted to lose the spiritual pillar of his life, 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 two confused, but they didn't ask any more questions. They saw that Lin Xiaotian's mood was out of order, so they hurriedly got up and followed Lin Xiaotian.

The wooden door was pushed open, and the small bell above the door frame jingled when it was hit by the wooden door. The ringing sound was very crisp, which reminded Lin Xiaotian of the wind chimes in Yiwei Noodle Shop.

"Young man, wait!"

When the door was about to go out, the old octopus' call sounded behind him, calling Lin Xiaotian to a stop.

The old octopus ran over staggeringly, grabbed Lin Xiaotian's hand, and pressed a pack of kitchen utensils into Lin Xiaotian's palm. It was a pair of leather knife cases, and there were nine knives standing inside, which can be seen from the handles of different thicknesses. They work differently.

"senior……"

Lin Xiaotian stared blankly at the set of knives in his hand, he could feel the set of knives screaming in his hands, it was a soft cry of leaving the master.

"This set of knives is called Jiutou, and it has been with me for most of my life. I can't use them now, but I can't let them be buried in the soil with me. I can feel that you are a good cook, and you will be a great chef in the future. They In your hands, it will not be buried!"

The beard of the old octopus was trembling, and he was smiling. This was the first time Lin Xiaotian saw the old octopus laughing since he entered the door.

"I... will not let you and Kutou down."

Lin Xiaotian didn't put on airs, he didn't refuse the old octopus' gift, he knew that this was what the old octopus expected.

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

Without any extra words, Lin Xiaotian pushed the door and walked out, and the three of them left quickly without anyone turning their heads.

The ringtone of "Dinglingling" was so crisp, the old octopus stood in the glass window and watched Lin Xiaotian's back go away. When Lin Xiaotian disappeared, he slowly closed his eyes.

He fell asleep, sleeping so peacefully.

(End of this chapter)