SABERT Beckham''s rough appearance, especially his big beard, is very eye-catching. When he doesn''t open his mouth, you don''t even know where his mouth is.


    It''s hard to imagine that such a rough person can make such delicate and delicious food, and is highly sought after by those royal families.


    However, although his appearance is rough and broad-minded, his eating behavior is so elegant and polite. At a glance, he knows that he has been influenced by noble etiquette.


    "Oh, uncle shabert, it''s delicious." The man sitting opposite him exclaimed, enjoying himself. The man was dressed in a black suit, lined with a white shirt as white as snow, with blond hair and brown eyes. His face was as handsome as a knife and axe.


    "I don''t think anyone in the world can make anything more delicious than what you make." Said the man, looking at shabert Beckham.


    "Philip, you are wrong." Said schabert Beckham politely as he watched Philip, the son of Stevenson, who came to visit him on behalf of his father.


    Five days later, Philip''s father, the God of gamblers, Stevenson, will be preparing for the engagement ceremony with a super minmot in his villa.


    Nowadays, it''s popular for old men and young wives. The God of gamblers is naturally qualified to catch up with this trend!


    Stevenson hoped that shabert Beckham would help cook the food at the banquet. Before, Stevenson, the God of gamblers, had visited twice. This time, he only asked his son Philip to come instead of him because he couldn''t leave temporarily.


    "In fact, there is another person who makes things that are 100 times more delicious than what I make Oh, no, it''s not too much to say a thousand times. " Shabert Beckhams looked surprised.


    Philip was stunned, then said with a smile: "Uncle shabert, you are so modest. You are a person who enjoys a high reputation in the world and is known as the God of the kitchen. You are standing at the top of the chef. How can someone make something more delicious than what you make?"


    In Philip''s opinion, shabert Beckham is shirking his responsibility. Even though he and his father have visited each other for three times, and the relationship between him and his father has always been good, he may not be willing to be a chef at his father''s birthday party five days later.


    "I''d like to be a chef at your father''s dinner party, Philip. You know, I''ve always had a good relationship with your father


    "Oh, that''s great, uncle shabert. Here''s to you." Philip said with great joy, then raised the glass of expensive red wine in front of him.


    Shabert Beckham also raised his glass, they clinked their glasses and drank, and the servant immediately came forward to pour the wine for them.


    "Philip, I''m not modest just now. There''s a man who makes things that are hundreds and thousands of times better than me," he said


    Philip was stunned and said, "Oh, uncle shabert, I still think you are modest. I can''t believe it is true."


    In Philip''s opinion, the food made by shabert Beckham is so delicious that people forget to return. It''s more delicious than a hundred times or even a thousand times. What kind of taste is that? Perhaps, it does not belong to the taste of the world.


    "Oh, no, Philip, it''s true. I''ve never told anyone about it. Would you like to be the listener?" Asked shabert Beckham.


    "Oh, of course." Philip is interested.


    "I once thought of conquering the world with my own cooking skills, winning many competitions and being the champion for three times, which made my heart extremely proud. I once thought that in this world, there is no place I can''t conquer, no dish I can''t cook, and no dish from any place is more delicious than mine, Until one day a few years ago, I went to China... "


    Shabert Beckham''s eyes are confused and he has fallen into the memory.


    "Did you meet someone in China who made food that was 100 or even 1000 times better than you?" Asked Philip.


    "Yes, I competed with him in cooking. I was defeated by him. I was defeated by the real Kitchen God from China. I didn''t lose my temper at all." Said schabert Beckham.


    "Oh, what kind of man is he?" Philip asked with wide eyes.


    "That''s a young man, very young, very sunny, very handsome young man." "I met him in a place called Phoenix City in China. At that time, I lived in a big hotel with the shape of a luxury ship in Phoenix City. When I ate in the hotel, I complained that the dishes made in the hotel tasted like dog poop, and then the young man appeared."


    "Oh, that young man is so handsome and enviable. He''s the most beautiful oriental I''ve ever seen..." said shabert Beckham


    Philip couldn''t help touching his smooth and handsome chin, thinking that he was also very handsome. He was the best looking westerner."He told me with a smile, I know you. You are the world-famous chef uncle, right? I''m sorry that the food in our hotel doesn''t suit your taste. Please wait a moment. I''ll help you prepare new dishes. It must suit your taste. "


    "At that time, I glanced at him haughtily and coldly, and gave a cold hum. I didn''t believe that the young man in chef''s clothes standing in front of me could make any food that suits my taste. So I said to him very impolitely, no, I don''t want to eat dog excrement again. I''ll just borrow your kitchen and make it myself."


    Looking at Philip, shabert Beckham laughed at himself: "Oh, I didn''t know the heaven was high and the earth was thick at that time. Half an hour later, the young Kitchen God appeared with a dish on which there was only a white steamed bun..."


    Philip is a Leng: "white steamed bread?"


    "Oh, yes, it''s white steamed bread." "At that time, I was so angry that I felt like I had been fooled," said shabert Becks. The young cook just handed the steamed bread to me to taste it. I looked at him with a sneer, tore off a small piece and put it in my mouth Oh, my God, I can''t forget that smell. "


    Philip''s eyes widened to see a face intoxicated, even the corner of his eyes are tears of shabert. David, can''t help but swallow saliva, said: "what''s that smell?"


    "There''s no way to describe it. I only know that at that moment, I shed tears, just like now, because that piece of white steamed bread, as if mixed with various hormones, produced a series of chemical reactions in my heart. Those emotions in the past appeared in front of my eyes, my first love, my childhood, my white haired parents, and I made them at that moment The most delicious things in the world are totally on this white steamed bread. " Said schabert Beckham.


    Philip swallowed again. He had an impulse to eat white steamed bread.


    "At that moment, I understood that in fact, there is no absolutely best food in the world, no absolutely top cooking skills. If we say the top cooking skills, it means that people who eat can feel that kind of unique happiness!" "Ever since then, I''ve faded out of the stage and tried to improve my cooking skills, because I know that my cooking skills are far from that level, and I''m far from it, but my talent is limited, so I still can''t make the kind of food that makes people cry when they eat it At least Philip, you didn''t cry after eating my steak and dessert


    “……” Philip had no choice but to think that I was also the son of the God of gamblers. As soon as I ate, I cried. What did it look like?


    Of course, it''s undeniable that although he thought it was the best steak and dessert he had ever eaten, he didn''t want to cry and didn''t feel moved.


    "I''m sure uncle shabert''s cooking will reach that level one day." Philip Wang Zi said.


    "Oh, thank you, Philip." Shabert Beckham said with a smile, but his heart is a burst of melancholy, this life is no chance, because, in fact, his time is not much.


    ……


    After seeing Philip off, shabert Beckham asked his servant to bring him a cup of coffee.


    When the real coffee was hidden, the servant came up to him and said respectfully, "Mr. David, there is a young man outside who wants to see you. He hopes he can learn from you how to make the most delicious cake in the world."


    How does this young man know he lives here? Then he looked at the servant and said, "Bertrand, please leave. I''m not interested in teaching people how to make cakes. I don''t have the time."


    "Yes, Mr. David." The servant nodded respectfully and turned away.


    In less than five minutes, Bertrand, the servant, returned with an envelope in his hand. He looked at shabby Beckham with an expression of embarrassment and said, "Dear Mr. Beckham, that young man doesn''t want to leave and asked me to give you the envelope. He asked me to tell you that as long as you see the contents of the envelope, you will want to see him and teach him how to make it This is the most delicious cake in the world. "


    "Give it to me," said shabert Beckham, frowning at the envelope in his servant''s hand


    The servant quickly handed the envelope to him and stood there respectfully.


    Shabert Beckham tore open the envelope and looked inside. There was a picture like thing lying in it. He took it out.


    When I saw the content in the photo, my face went crazy and I was just dumbfounded.


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