Chapter 262 The Chef Who Lost His Sense of Taste

"I lost my sense of taste."

Li Rongze said this calmly, as if it was a trivial matter.

However, these words sounded like thunder in the ears of Wang Xianxian and Yun Xianer.

A chef losing his sense of taste is like a swordsman losing his arm.

As a winemaker, Wang Xianxian knew very well the importance of taste to himself.

In the winemaking space, he needed to rely on his own taste to adjust the wine brewing process.

And Yun Xianer was also a little spiritual chef, and she knew even better how terrible it was for a chef to lose his sense of taste.

"When I was young, I didn't experience too many setbacks. From the day I awakened my talent, my life was smooth and I lived smoothly, marriage, love, friendship, cooking, reputation..."

"Everything was so smooth until a young man who was better than me appeared."

"You are probably familiar with this person."

Yun Xianer suddenly opened her eyes wide, and she had guessed the answer in her heart.

This chef Li is about 500 years old, younger than him, and a better chef than him...

The answer is already obvious.

That person is known as the most talented chef in the past 800 years.

"King of Chefs Liu Qing." Yun Xianer gave her answer.

Wang Xianxian next to him was a little stunned.

"Two months ago, in the news, the one who took two kitchen knives to destroy the Zhenyunbao's nest?"

Li Rongze smiled and nodded: "It's him."

"Liu Qing is a very good chef, so good that he attracts everyone's attention, so good that everyone plays a supporting role for him."

"This naturally includes me."

"At the beginning, when I was defeated, I was still full of confidence and fighting spirit, and wanted to win back."

"But failure after failure always hit my self-confidence."

"No matter how hard I try, the ending always disappoints me."

"I don't know how many times I failed before I understood how much courage and perseverance it takes to achieve the four words "more setbacks and more courage."

Li Rongze's eyes moved to the flowers on the table.

"One day, when I was developing new dishes, I found that I couldn't taste the food."

"At first I just thought I was too tired, but after a good rest, I still couldn't taste anything."

"I still don't know why I lost my sense of taste." Li Rongze said frankly.

"Maybe I am too eager to win, or maybe my inner demons are starting to grow..."

"At first, I didn't dare to tell anyone about this, including my wife. I used the excuse of looking for ingredients to seek help from my doctor friends in private."

"However, the result disappointed me again. After the examination, my friend told me that this is a mental illness. If it is not controlled, it is very likely to go crazy."

"He is very worried about me, because the next time a warrior goes crazy, it is a disaster."

"I was also very scared, so I convinced myself to give up the challenge."

Li Rongze gently picked up the flowers on the table.

"After returning home, I began to focus my life on my family."

"At work, I relied on recipes and cooking experience to perfectly cover up my lack of taste."

"However, this did not improve my mental state."

"Any win or loss seems like a child's play in the face of losing taste."

"As a chef, tasting delicious food is an indispensable ability."

"I am afraid, very afraid, living in panic every day, afraid that someone will find out about my illness one day."

"Slowly, my mental state began to become more and more serious, insomnia, depression, declining interest, slow thinking..."

"I have been trying hard to disguise myself and dare not tell anyone."

"Until, I started to lose my appetite..."

Wang Xianxian was silent when he heard this.

It was hard for him to imagine the other party's pain. If one day he couldn't drink, it would be more painful than killing him.

Gently picking a petal, Li Rongze continued.

"My wife noticed my anorexia..."

"Maybe she knew it earlier."

"I was in a bad situation during that time. The guests left and the restaurant closed down..."

"The only thing that supported me was my family."

"But I let them down. I couldn't bear my pain, couldn't accept the fact that I lost my sense of taste, and couldn't accept the curse of not being able to taste delicious food."

"I started to seek death..."

As if she felt the other person's emotions, Yun Xian'er's eyes turned red, and her little hand subconsciously grabbed the corner of Wang Xianxian's clothes.

This little detail was keenly noticed by Li Rongze, but he didn't make fun of it, but continued to tell his story.

"During the days when I was trying to commit suicide, my wife and I became enemies because she always prevented me from being free."

"What made me even more sad was that I said a lot of things to her that made her cry and sad."

"Until that time, when I hid in the kitchen and tried to cut my throat with a knife, she broke the door and rushed over."

"I swear, that was the first time she vented her anger on me."

"Finally, she snatched the knife from my hand and stabbed herself in front of me."

"She told me that every time I had the idea of ​​self-harm, she would stab herself, and if I committed suicide, she would also stab herself in the heart."

"I was in pain, I just wanted to escape from this world, but her threats scared me."

"Since then, I dare not hurt myself, let alone commit suicide."

"This is extremely torture for me who is used to using pain to release pain."

"Every time when the pain was unbearable, I would beg her, begging for the right to harm myself, but she would refuse me every time."

"She told me that I am a strong person and no amount of pain can crush me."

"And the reason why she said this is because of what I once said to her..."

"I compromised and started trying to accept reality."

"One day, she suddenly asked me if I could remember the first dish I learned."

"I thought about it for a long time, and finally told her that it was scrambled eggs with tomatoes. That was the first dish I learned after being specially recruited by the Spiritual Chef Academy."

"But she rejected this answer. She told me that the first dish I learned was egg fried rice."

"On that rainy night, she taught me how to make egg fried rice."

"Egg fried rice is the first dish I learned before I awakened to my vocation and became a chef."

"I understood what my wife meant. After that day, we returned to our hometown and that small shop."

"I kept my name anonymous, started as an apprentice, started with egg fried rice, and relearned fried rice step by step."

At this point, Li Rongze's lips curved in a charming way.

“In that little shop, I found happiness again.”

“My wife told me, don’t cook with experience, forget everything and just cook whatever you want.”

"It's up to me to decide whether to add salt or not, and how much salt to add."

"She asked me to make egg fried rice that satisfies me and makes me feel delicious."

"I often apologize to customers because my fried rice tastes wrong, but customers are very tolerant of me..."

As if thinking of something happy, Li Rongze laughed out loud.

"There is a young man who still has a deep impression on me. I apologized to him, but he just waved his hand and told me..."

"He said, fried rice with eggs and meat for eight yuan, and what about a bicycle?"

"He also said that for eight yuan, apart from steamed buns and pickled mustard, the only thing that would satisfy me was my egg fried rice."

"Later, he became my loyal customer and would come to eat my egg fried rice every day, rain or shine."