Chapter 300

"What do you want?"

I asked.

"My story is a bit long, do you have time to listen?"

a young man asked.

"As long as you pay, it can take as long as you want."

I answered him.

“I’m a chef, and people around me call me Chef Zhang.

My specialty is fried chicken.

I originally thought that I would be great if I opened a store, but I never imagined that one day I would be able to work as a chef in a big hotel. I was very happy and I went there immediately, but when I arrived I found it was a cafeteria.

The cafeteria and the big hotel are completely different, because the big hotel seems to make more money than the cafeteria, and it is also more beautiful and more talkative. Unfortunately, it is difficult to get out once you are in.

Unless I didn't need that job at all, but I really needed it, so I had to go in and stay, and work there as a cafeteria cook.

I originally thought that everything would be fine once I got here, and that as long as I lived a good life, I would be able to get by. However, things turned out to be different from what I imagined.

Suddenly a book found me and said that he was a treasure left by the God of Cooking. If I called him "treasure" three times, he would give me a gold necklace, a gold ring and gold ingots.

I tried it, and the item did get into my hands, but it was snatched away by someone else the next moment. The person who stole the item even hit me, so I had to go to the hospital for several stitches and spent tens of thousands of dollars.

The doctor also told me that if it hadn’t been a little off, I would have died. I bled so much, it was horrible to see, and the blood bank almost didn’t find enough blood for me.

If I stayed two more days, tens of thousands would not be enough, it would have to be hundreds of thousands. Fortunately, my body was still able to withstand it and I didn't die in there. They all said I was lucky.

If I had bad luck I would have died, but if I hadn't seen that ghostly notebook in the first place, I wouldn't have been injured like this. This is what bad luck means.

Then my dad cheated on his wife, and she divorced him and took their children back to her own home, but that house couldn't be considered hers because she didn't buy it.

The woman didn't pay any money for that house.

I lived there when I was a child, but I got married when I grew up and rarely came back. Now suddenly I was told that I would be living there from now on, and everyone in the house had to adapt.

Not to mention the people outside the house.

Although changing neighbors or adding one more person is not a big deal, having one more number or one less number still makes a big difference, especially when the extra neighbor is more than one person and has children.

My mother took care of a child.

The child is young and looks like someone else's child, but since he is not mine, I am too lazy to care about him.

The kid was very noisy and extremely obnoxious, but he calmed down after a while, so I didn't really care where he went.

It seemed that he died while swimming in the summer. His body was soaked and floated out of the water before being found.

I'm not sure about this.

I suddenly can't remember what happened afterwards. When I woke up, this morning, I felt like I had suddenly lost a part of my memory.

This feeling is so overwhelming, whether I am sick or not, I need to solve it.

I have been to the hospital to see a doctor, consulted monks, consulted Taoist priests, prayed to gods, worshipped Buddha, received talismans, bought talisman paper, and drank medicinal soups, but nothing worked. Nothing worked.

I want to get my memory back, can you help me?"

Chef Zhang asked.

"Can."

I answered him.

"Let's go to your house first. Do you have a place to stay?"

I asked.

"Of course I have. I will take you home now."

Chef Zhang answered with a smile.

"Why are you here?"

Chef Zhang frowned as he looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of his door. His expression was not very good and he was not in a good mood. He did not like the man in front of him and was a little disgusted with him.

It seems that they know each other and have had a close relationship in the past.

"I'm here to take you home. After all, I'm your father, how can I ignore you?"

The middle-aged man in the forest spoke in a sharp tone.

"Come on, you keep talking about this. I think you want to use your status to pressure me and make me listen to you. I've had enough of this. There is no difference between you two in essence. Otherwise, how can you be husband and wife?"

Chef Zhang sneered.

"This is my fault. I'm sorry. I apologize, but that woman has never done such a thing. I know her. She will just say it's all your fault and it's all for your own good."

The middle-aged man took a step forward.

"That's enough. I don't want to listen to any of this nonsense. Move aside the door. I want to go in."

Chef Zhang took a deep breath to suppress his anger and said with a cold face.

"Then I want to stay here for two days. You don't mind, do you? I think there should be a room for me to stay here."

The middle-aged man continued to hold him back.

"You're not hiding someone in there, so I can't go in, are you? That's too much. This is not your home. Besides, why should I give it to you? I won't give you a room even if I have one."

Chef Zhang laughed.

He thought it was funny, not happy.

"Then can I stay at a hotel nearby? I want to come see you tomorrow. I don't think your woman would say anything to you normally, right?"

The middle-aged man asked.

"That woman doesn't usually tell me anything, but if something happens, who knows when she'll come. What do you want to do? I thought your business was over and you should leave."

Chef Zhang said.

"It's different. It's different."

The middle-aged man shook his head repeatedly.

"So what do you want?"

Chef Zhang asked.

"I do have something to tell you, but it's not a good thing, and it's best not to let others know, especially those around you, such as that woman and the one next to you."

The middle-aged man whispered.

"This man is a friend I asked to help me. I can't chase him away because he has something else to do here.

If what you have to say is not good, then I don't want to listen to it. As for what you said, I am not in the mood to tell such a person what I know. "

Chef Zhang said.

"Then I'll tell you alone. After you listen, you can consider whether to tell him or not. This way, you can say it if you want to, and not say it if you don't want to. He may know it or not, and I'll feel better."

The middle-aged man grabbed Chef Zhang and said.

Chef Zhang was a little impatient, but seeing his expression, he hesitated for a moment, then became very angry, shook off his hand and said, "Only this time.

If you come to my house to cause trouble again next time, don't blame me for being rude to you."

"I know, I know. Come over here and I'll tell you in secret."

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly and wanted to tell Chef Zhang what he knew, but at this moment, he heard footsteps behind Chef Zhang.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth but no sound came out, then he showed a stunned expression, it turned out that there was a woman behind Chef Zhang.

She was a middle-aged woman who looked about the same age as the middle-aged man.

Judging from their expressions, they both knew each other, so there was no doubt that this woman was the one Chef Zhang was talking about.

"I'm going to find a place to stay first. I'll come see you next time I'm free. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, any time. Anyway, I hope the person opposite is not here."

The middle-aged man smiled, turned around and left in a hurry.

Chef Zhang saw that the middle-aged woman still looked impatient.

The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes and walked past him, took out the key and stuck it into the keyhole, then opened the door. When she pushed the door, it made a loud noise.

The middle-aged woman's footsteps were louder when she entered.

It turns out that this person was wearing a pair of high heels.

The heels of those high heels are even very thin.

It looks very dangerous, and the way you walk is shaky. It feels like clouds on the mountain are about to fall. It's a shaky and tense feeling that makes you want to fall.

I originally wanted to ask who that person was, but seeing that Chef Zhang didn’t really want to introduce him, I gave up.

"Come in. I think you can guess who that person is. I won't say more. It's annoying to talk about it."

The cook opened the door and invited me.

"Who do you think you are? If I hadn't been there for you, you wouldn't be anything more than that. Besides, don't I know what you like? The whole world hates you. No one likes you."

The middle-aged woman yelled in the kitchen.

I don't know how she heard the sounds from the kitchen, but there is still some distance between the living room and the kitchen.

The room was neither big nor small. It was a little dark with the curtains drawn. There were security nets on the windows that looked very sturdy and old, as if a child would fall if they climbed up on them.

"Mind your own business."

Chef Zhang said this in a low voice.

I passed by him and he didn't look at me, but it seemed like half of these words were spoken to me and the other half to someone else in the room.

I stammered in response, but he ignored me.

The middle-aged woman ate in the house, turned on the TV as if no one was around, sat on the sofa in the living room and watched it for a while, then put away her glasses, stood up and went into the room, and the living room became quiet.

"You can stay here for a while. I don't know if you want to live in the living room or share a room with me. I can make a floor mat for you. Or you can just sleep in the same bed with me. I don't mind that."

Chef Zhang said to me.

That's what he said, but his expression when he said it was like, if you dare agree to sleep in the same bed with me, I will chop you up.

"I'd better sleep on the floor. It feels safer in someone else's room, and it's easier to observe you. Maybe you had a dream and don't remember anything. You feel like you did something wrong."

I stammered.

"Okay, come in. There's a yoga mat here, you can sleep here, this is your pillow, that is your blanket, if it's too hot, you can make a cool mat yourself, if it's too cold, turn on the air conditioner.

Or you go to the living room at night and turn on the little solar heater, you know that thing?"

Chef Zhang asked.

"I know. If I were cold, I'd go out and open that thing."

I answered him.