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The scene changed back to the dining table. A group of people were shocked as they heard Mike's description.

Guan Youyou listened as Mike recounted his past experiences, and ate the roast chicken Mike had just made. He asked curiously, "So it turns out that everyone's past is so tragic, but what does this have to do with you cooking good food?" After saying that, he took another bite of the chicken leg.

The man brought Mike to a small restaurant and said to the waiter: "Just come and eat anything you like. The little guy is starving."

Mike's tiny face wrinkled: "I … I didn't say that I want to eat, so why are you acting on my behalf? "

"What's your name?" The man directly ignored Mike's words and asked.

"My name is Mike, what about you, uncle?"

The man took off his cowboy hat and placed it on the table, then lit up a cigarette: "My name is James, I'm from the east."

"Uncle James, why did you save me?" Mike asked, puzzled.

The man took a drag on his cigarette and said nothing.

After a while, the waiter handed two plates of western cuisine to the two of them. James then said: "Little fellow, you must be hungry, hurry and eat."

After saying that, he smiled at Mike while smoking.

Mike's eyes suddenly became moist, his own father had casually scolded him since he was young, and he had never even eaten with his father before. He had only given Mike some leftover food, and Mike, who couldn't take it anymore, had finally decided to escape.

While looking for a place to shelter him, he begged for something to eat. His family had never come out to look for him, so Mike felt that he might have picked up something to eat.

Just as he could not hold on any longer, he saw the dim bar. He knew that if he did not eat something, he would probably starve to death, so he ignored the drinking mafia members and resolutely went in to get something to eat.

Even if he didn't go in, he would probably starve to death.

However, he did not expect that a completely unfamiliar person would actually save him, and right now, he did not even know why James had saved him.

Mike wolfed down the food James ordered for him, but he didn't feel full at all.

James smiled and handed the plate in front of him over to Mike: "I'm not hungry, eat."

Mike was a little embarrassed: "Uncle James, can you tell me why you saved me? Otherwise, I won't eat it. "

The little guy thought that he could threaten James with this, but the man laughed: "Really? "Then I'll eat it, don't regret it."

"I want to eat it!" Mike snatched the plate in front of James and started to wolf it down.

"Do you want me to take you home? "Little guy."

Mike said with food wrapped around his mouth, "I don't have a home, I will think of ways to survive in the future."

James pinched off the cigarette in his hand and asked: "Then are you willing to work for me?"

Mike looked at James in shock: "But I don't know anything, can you teach me? I don't need a salary, I have the strength, as long as you can let me eat, okay? "

James laughed: "Don't worry, from now on, you will live here."

"Here?" Mike completely did not understand what James meant.

"This little restaurant will be your home."

"This restaurant... Did you drive it? I thought you were a killer... "

James looked at Mike, took a sip of beer, and said: "It used to be, but after being chased by my enemies, I stopped caring about it."

Mike was not surprised at all. He would never believe in someone with such skills being a chef. Thus, he said: "Killers are so handsome.

When James heard this, his face darkened. He angrily said to Mike: "Child, people need to rely on the hard work of their hands to eat, not on violence. If everyone wants to rely on violence to solve their problems and solve their problems, then humans will die sooner or later.

Hearing James's sudden stern tone, Mike was stunned for a moment before nodding his head.

"I was once hunted down to the end of the road, and no one was willing to give me a bite to eat. Even the water in the trash can came from the leftover bottles." James felt the same way as he looked at James's slightly sad face.

James continued: "At that time, I already thought about it. If I could make it through, I would open a restaurant, and let those people who don't have food, and are about to starve to death, have a bite to eat. That is my greatest wish in life."

Only now did Mike understand why James had helped him. It was because his current situation was too similar to his situation back then.

"Just as I was about to die, I passed by a little girl lying on the side of the road and handed the bread in my hand to me." As James spoke, his eyes moistened.

Mike retracted the anger in his heart towards his father and the mafia, and sincerely said: "I also want to be a chef, and help those who are about to starve to death. I want to be even more handsome than assassins, hehe."

Hearing Mike's words, James wiped away the tears at the corner of his eyes, patted Mike's head, and said: "From now on, you will live in this shop.

Mike smiled and nodded.

After dinner, James brought Mike to the kitchen. Seeing that everyone was extremely respectful to James, Mike finally believed that James was the owner of this shop.

James instructed a chef, "Erik, you take this child with you. Starting from teaching him how to cook and peel potatoes, from today onwards, he will be a part of us."

Eric nodded. "Ok, boss."

James finished his instructions and left the kitchen.

After Chef Erik brought Mike on a simple tour of the kitchen, Mike could not help but say with excitement, "This kitchen is awesome! It's completely different from the kitchen outside! The kitchen is actually so clean!"

Erik smiled and said, "The boss has very strict requirements regarding the restaurant. After all, he only returned to open this restaurant after studying in France."

"France? Is the French food delicious? " Mike did not understand.

Erik pointed to the certificate on the wall and said, "Our leader is the Michelin 3-star chef. French cuisine is the most famous dish in the world. All the chefs' dreams are to study there."

Mike looked at James's certificate on the wall and said, "So, he was not only good at shooting. Uncle is so scary, he is good at everything."

Eric said, "As long as you are willing to work hard, you can also do it one day. Come on, wash your hands. I'll teach you how to peel potatoes."

Mike nodded, and according to Eric's instructions, he carefully peeled the potatoes.

Because he was not favored by his father when he was young, Mike was not unfamiliar with this kind of activity. Instead, it could be said that he was rather proficient in it.

Seeing Mike's serious look, Eric nodded his head in approval.

… ….

In a blink of an eye, ten years passed. Mike grew up from a little kid who had not dried up to become a handsome guy.

Unlike other chefs, Mike liked to use his own clothes to cook. He did not like to wear the chefs' clothes that he felt were restricted.

This restaurant was the same as Mike's. It had grown up step by step and was now the biggest restaurant in the center of Sacramento City.

On this day, a local councilor came to the restaurant with his female companion. He called the waiter and said, "Philip, two servings, one serving of 70% cooked meat and one serving of 5% cooked meat. Black pepper, a bottle of red wine, and two bowls of seafood soup." After the waiter heard this, he very carefully took the menu and walked to the kitchen to find Mike. "Deputy Chef, this is something the representative wanted. You can do it yourself, otherwise, it wouldn't be good if you offend them."

Mike did not think much of it, "Sigh, corrupt officials, forget it, let me do it." After saying that, he took the menu and went to fry the steak.

After a while, Mike personally brought two plates of steak to the representative and his female companion. The representative said: "This steak, especially Fei Li, tastes really good, go ahead and try it."

Mike reminded her in an extremely gentlemanly tone, "Be careful." As such, he removed the lid, and the plate emitted a sizzling sound. It was extremely tempting.

Mike then placed a bottle of red wine on the table and prepared to leave.

The council member suddenly said, "Don't go. Waiter, I still have something to ask you."

"Sir, I'm sorry, but I'm not a waiter. I'm the assistant head chef here. If you have any questions, feel free to ask." Mike replied respectfully, but his tone revealed a sense of arrogance.

The councilor's eyebrows twitched and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes. "It doesn't matter if you're the boss or the waiter. I'm the customer, so I'm your God. Let me ask you, how many years is this bottle of red wine for?"

Mike said: "Sir, this bottle is a five year old red wine, please enjoy your drink."

"Eight to five years? Why don't you give me the best? Aren't you looking down on me? " The representative seemed to intentionally provoke him, and when he ordered the dishes, he did not actually ask for the year of wine, but seeing Mike's attitude, he did not want to let him off so easily.

The female companion sitting opposite to the council member revealed a trace of disdain on his heavily made up face, "Don't you know who he is? He's a representative of the state, how can you offend him? Why don't you hurry up and change a bottle of wine? "

Mike turned around and smiled: "I am sorry young miss, but this bottle of wine is already a treasure, I hope you can drink it before evaluating it, furthermore, you did not specify a specific year when you requested for the wine, so I am sorry that I cannot follow your wishes, I wish the two of you a pleasant meal."

Hearing this, the councilor got angry. Just as he was about to bang the table and curse, his companion stopped him, "There are so many people here. It's not convenient. Pay attention to your image in front of the public, otherwise you will be at a disadvantage."

Only then did the councilor sit down in his seat and pick up his knife and fork and eat the steak in front of him.

When he cut off a piece and put it in his mouth, he felt like he had ascended to the immortal realm. No matter the taste or taste, it was perfect. The steak on the plate was simply like a fighter jet among steaks.

"Seeing that the steak is so delicious, I'll deal with you later." the senator said, chewing on his steak.

At this moment, at the table next to the councilor's, there were two men listening to their conversation.

Halfway through the meal, the lady said she was going to the bathroom and left.

The man at the next table heard them and went to the bathroom.

When the councillor's female companion returned, the council member felt that something was amiss.

"Where's your necklace?" the Senator asked.

The lady looked down and realized that the necklace was no longer around her neck. She cried out in surprise, "I didn't take it off, how come it's gone?"

The council member shouted, "Waiter! "Come here."

The waiter who had just ordered their dishes walked up to the council member and asked, "Sir, what are your orders?"

"There's a thief in your store who stole her necklace. I order you to hand it over immediately, or else I will tell your boss, and we will meet in court and let you go out of business."

The waiter realized that things were not going well, so he returned to the kitchen and said: "Vice chef, that representative just lost his necklace, what do you think we should do?"