planet reborn

"What do you want to eat?" the old man asked me nonchalantly.

"I...I'm not hungry, thank you." My eyes returned to his face, and those eyes almost made me afraid to look directly.

The old man touched his short, pale hair and said, "It will be noon soon. I think you are hungry, so you might as well eat something."

"I have to go soon..." I wanted to continue to refuse, but at this time my mind had shifted from the missing girl to real problems.

The old man interrupted me and asked: "Go to work?"

I nodded: "Yes, it's too late."

The old man shrugged his shoulders: "Since you are already late, the length of time is no longer an issue? Isn't it?"

I looked at the old man's smile, frowned, and felt a little complicated. I raised my wrist to look at my watch, and it was almost noon. I smiled politely at the old man and said, "Sorry, I think I have to leave here right away."

..."

The old man was not disappointed with my performance or had any other reaction. He raised his hand to stop what I was about to say, turned around and said to the little man in the stage: "Get us two some food."

In a restaurant that originally didn't seem to have a kitchen, that little man actually rolled out a four-wheeled small dining cart from behind the table like a magic trick and walked up to me. He opened the red wine bottle in a well-trained way and gave it to me and the old man.

The wine glass was filled with red wine, and then the napkin was unfolded without explanation, folded in half, and placed on my lap.

"What have you prepared?" the old man raised his head and asked the little man. Judging from their expressions, the two of them must be very familiar.

The little man reached out and opened a metal cover on the dining car first. There were two grilled steaks on the plates inside. He looked at the old man and said, "Your favorite."

"Great." The old man snapped his fingers.

As soon as I smelled the overflowing aroma, my stomach twitched. The steak in front of me aroused my appetite. I was indeed hungry. While I was still hesitating, the little man had already placed two appetizer soups on the table.

on the table.

"Please." The old man extended his hand to signal.

"You haven't answered my question yet?" I changed the topic to the original question.

The old man was not in a hurry to answer my question. He drank the appetizer soup spoonful by spoonful, then gently wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, indicating that the little man could withdraw, and then focused his attention on me again.

On my body, he always looked at me kindly, with a kind of heartfelt emotion in his eyes, like an old friend I haven't seen for many years, which made people feel very warm.

I also started to pick up a spoon and drink the soup in front of me. To be honest, it tasted very good. It was sweet and delicate. I could feel the soup flowing into my stomach and then spreading out. It gently caressed my gastric mucosa, which made me feel so hungry just now.

The discomfort I felt disappeared.

When the little man saw that I had finished the soup, he removed the soup bowl and brought the tempting steak. The old man picked up the seasoning bottle and sprinkled black pepper evenly on the steak. He asked me: "You know?"

What’s the most important thing about cooking food?”

After a bowl of appetizing soup, I gave up the idea of ​​leaving for the time being, because I really couldn't stand the temptation of American cuisine. The juicy and grilled steak in front of me was irresistible. At this time, my body also relaxed.

When I came down, I was no longer as nervous as before, and the blood flowed through my whole body soothingly. The appetizer soup continued to radiate energy in my stomach, making me feel very comfortable.

"Don't know?" I picked up the knife and fork and prepared to cut the steak.

The old man was cutting the steak. When he saw that I was interested in his question, his eyes lit up. He stopped his knife and fork, took a sip of red wine and said, "When people face attractive and fresh food ingredients, their hearts

Bian always subconsciously wants to eat it in his mouth as soon as possible. But they ignore a problem. Understanding things requires a process, and cooking is no exception. Just

Speaking of this steak, it comes from the province of Alberta in Canada, North America, where the best quality beef cattle in the world are raised. Not only do these cattle eat clean, fresh, pollution-free grass every day, in their daily recipes,

Apples, acorns, carrots and walnuts are the main feed. With such careful breeding, it would be strange not to produce the best steak in the world."

After saying this, the old man swallowed excitedly. I was also attracted by this rather relaxed topic and concentrated on listening to him.

The old man had cut off a medium-sized piece of meat. He used a fork to dip the meat into the soup and continued to say: "When a piece of steak like this is placed in front of you, you really want to devour it right away."

Put it in the stomach, why not, because it is too tempting. So people tried their best to

Processing and maturing it as quickly as possible, but exactly this caused a problem. Excessive heat and anxious mentality caused the steak to lose its original taste and texture during the maturation process, and the final result was

It is only edible, but has lost the essence of its ability that makes people remember it the most.”

"What is that?" I was really fascinated.

"Spiritual experience. What food brings us is not only to satisfy our hunger, but more importantly, to enjoy the wonderful feeling it brings us. In other words, everything in the world must follow this principle. Any great academic theory and science

The greatest happiness that invention brings to its creator is not the final achievement, but the experience of the process, the kind of pleasure that touches the deepest part of the soul."

The old man put the piece of meat that had been soaked in soup into his mouth. I watched him slowly close his eyes and chew gently. I even heard the sound of teeth and meat being polished, mixed with saliva.

.Looking at his entranced expression, I almost laughed out loud.

The old man's throat moved, and the piece of meat was swallowed. He opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and showed a look of enjoyment on his face. He took another sip of red wine, suddenly turned the topic back to me and said: "

Just like the two questions you just asked. Who am I? Where are you? If I tell you the answer directly, it will be like a piece of fire

No, it’s just like a burnt steak. It’s hard to swallow. If you bite the bullet and eat it, you might get indigestion. So, this is a long process, and today is just the beginning. Since you have chosen to come here

Here, you have to reveal the essence of this matter, don’t worry, we have plenty of time.”

After hearing this, my mood changed slightly. Although the steak was so delicious that I couldn't stop holding the knife and fork in my hands, all the things that had happened before still troubled me. Thinking about these problems, I

The movement of cutting the steak was a little slow, and the expression on my face may have let him see that I was worried. (To be continued...)