The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

Those people are after fame, fortune, and status...

They would stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

Ross had also seen human-cooked meat, the blue blood of fresh deep-sea creatures, and cows being butchered alive...

Besides those horrible foods, some people even added addictive substances to Ross's cooking in order to get him to eat it.

If Ross hadn't noticed in advance, he might have been ruined even faster.

So Ross doesn't want to trust anyone anymore.

He didn't believe there was anyone in the world who could save him.

Wu Tu watched Ross leave, observing his lonely figure, lost in thought.

Ethan, who was standing next to him, put his arm around him:

"Wu Tu! Look, your cooking is already famous at school! You're amazing!"

The little guy quickly covered Ethan's mouth:

"Shh! Keep your voice down!"

He didn't want to reveal his identity.

Because Wutu had already realized how troublesome these nobles were.

Moreover, the little guy thought they were making a fuss over nothing, that they had never tasted Chinese food before, which was why they liked it so much.

However, anyone who has ever eaten at a Chinese restaurant once probably wouldn't be so amazed.

After all, he has always been making ordinary dishes.

She was still criticized and looked down upon by her aunt and brother.

Although his father and older siblings always praise him for everything he does, making him sound like the best in the world, a child who lacked love from a young age won't accept himself so quickly.

Faced with the praise from her family, Wutu did regain some confidence, but the little guy still felt that his father and his family were exaggerating.

Because his father and his family always indulged and spoiled him, and his family always gave him a lot of emotional support.

They love him, so they love everything about him.

However... no matter how well he cooks, the little guy doesn't plan to bring desserts or breakfast to school anymore.

He was afraid of attracting more attention.

It could also cause trouble.

So by the third day, the exquisitely prepared meals had disappeared from that small serving station.

At first, the students didn't believe it. Every time someone passed by, they would unconsciously squat there for a while, but no one saw the mysterious person appear.

Ross's servants also left disappointed.

Ross's expression completely changed when he heard the news.

The fresh and delicious taste of crab roe from yesterday still seemed to linger on his tongue.

He ate some delicious food yesterday, which made him feel unusually good. He was even nicer to his parents, and he calmly discussed two business deals and handled some work.

Even the servants felt that young master Ross seemed much calmer yesterday.

For the first time, Ross, who had become incredibly misanthropic due to anorexia, felt that the world had become a little bit better.

He couldn't help but look forward to tomorrow's meals, as if there was hope even in surviving.

That's why, in his spare time, Ross would often reminisce about the taste of crab roe soup dumplings, and even went so far as to learn how to make Chinese cuisine.

He felt that the dish was truly magical and exquisitely prepared, looking like an expensive gourmet meal that required a lot of time and effort to make.

Even the ingredients inside are fresh and sweet; you can tell they are top-quality ingredients just by tasting them.

Therefore, Ross deduced that the other party must be a top chef who served a noble family.

However, as he thought about this, the image of Wu Tu inexplicably appeared in his mind.

No...it doesn't seem like him.

That little guy is so young, he looks so tender, and he's exquisite and beautiful from head to toe. He's wearing a clean and tidy school uniform, and he looks like a young master who has never lifted a finger.

However, everything Wu Tu said to him yesterday was correct.

Could it be because that little guy has black hair and black eyes, and an Eastern face, that he knows so much about Chinese cuisine?

Thinking of this, Ross's depressed mood calmed down.

Since that person didn't bring any new food to school today, Ross decided to try the Chinese restaurants that Wu Tu had mentioned.

……

But Ross entered the Chinese restaurant full of anticipation.

The dish, which claimed to be authentic Chinese cuisine made by Chinese people, greatly disappointed him.

Ross glanced at it, then frowned, took a sip, and couldn't help but criticize:

"What did you do? This dish is so greasy. The meat is overcooked, too tough. The soup is just salty, not flavorful at all! I don't want to eat this kind of food, I want authentic Chinese cuisine!"

Hearing Ross's critical words, the restaurant owner next door was also furious. He immediately threw down his apron and turned hostile.

"That's exactly what we do. If you can't finish it, we'll give you a refund! You can find somewhere else you like to eat. We're too small to accommodate someone as large as you!"

But as soon as the boss finished speaking, Ross's bodyguard drew the gun at his waist.

Seeing this, the boss could only immediately change his expression and hastily apologize:

"Young master, there are very few people who can do what you're asking for these days. Those are skills passed down from our ancestors. We've only learned the basics at most, and we're just bringing them out to feed our fellow countrymen."

"If you want to eat something really authentic, you'll have to find a master chef in China to make it."

After hearing his boss's words, Ross could only swallow his anger and go back home.

He locked himself in his room and swept everything onto the floor, shattering the fragile porcelain vases into pieces.

The servants outside kept urging him on, and even his parents called to say they had hired a new Chinese chef who was on his way and would try to prepare new meals for him that evening...

Ross then quietly opened the door to the room and let the servants in to tidy up.

But the grand feast that evening disappointed him again.

Ross sat alone at the long table, surrounded by a whole team of Chinese chefs serving him.

But as one sumptuous dish after another was served, Ross took just one bite and knew that this was not the taste of that person.

The chef next to him saw that Ross only took one bite before putting down his knife and fork, but he was not angry, nor did he think that Ross was nitpicking.

He simply told Ross:

What you want to taste is probably the flavor that belongs only to the person who cooked it.

"As you know, everyone's cooking has a unique flavor and creates irreplaceable memories. So, what you're looking for isn't food, but people."

Ross then realized what was going on.

But with so many students at the school, and that person no longer cooking, where should he look for clues that belong to that person?

Just when Ross was at his wit's end, he ran into Cyrus and his group at the school.

His arch-nemesis was proudly showing off a pink insulated lunchbox to everyone around him.

"Look, this is a bento box my brother made for me. You guys don't have one, do you?"