In the end, what Guo Shouque got from it was the farthest, thinnest, and cruelest miracle in the world.

That is, I have poured into countless painful pursuits in the past eighteen years. I have been searching for things since my birth, but I still cannot hold and own.

——The illusion called happiness.

In this flash of fingers, the tasteless stone soup in my mouth was stained with memories.

On the edge of the cliff of hell, with unprecedented weakness, Guo Shouque has lost the resistance to resist this guidance.

The stone soup in the mouth changed rapidly, and it became cold, and eventually turned into an unexpected poisonous juice and fell into the throat.

This familiar tingling and astonishment pulled him, flying backwards along the time, falling into the deepest part of memories.

Back to the time when he thought he was closest to perfection and strongest.

Back to the day when he was completely defeated by his own students!

The most proud work will defeat yourself who can do everything you can, mercilessly, from cold dishes to platters, from soup pot to roasting, from inside the game to outside the plate...

When his most trusted student sounded the horn of rebellion, he ushered in defeat when he was the strongest!

When did that child grow up to be an adult?

He felt puzzled from the bottom of his heart: When did the child's way of playing has surpassed himself? Is it because of aging? Or is it because of his laziness?

Nothing is right.

It’s just because that child is stronger than he imagined... than himself!

That's all.

At this moment, Guo Shouque's fate as Yi Ya's chef demon came to an end.

Now, the chef demon who had unknowingly turned from a young man into a man, thinking of Guo Shouque, walked step by step. He knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and worshiped him with great gifts.

Greetings from the heart.

"Thank you for taking care of me for so many years, teacher, thank you for your full gift, and thank you for your trust in me." He said goodbye softly: "But, I no longer want to follow your arrangements and become a chef demon."

When he raised his head, an unprecedented look appeared in his eyes, and he told the old man in front of him solemnly and solemnly: "In addition to cooking, there are more important things to do in this world."

Just looking at such a naive expression, Guo Shouque couldn't help but feel sad for him from the bottom of his heart.

For his innocence and for his own weakness.

Don’t he know that as long as he is still alive, he will never be able to avoid the fate of Yiya Chef Demon?

"Silly, so stupid, I will... take revenge on you, at all costs, idiot!"

He widened his eyes and used all his strength to angrily say: "Do you want people to know... you are a student from the evil and heretics like Guo Shouque!"

"Why!"

He asked resentfully, "Why didn't you kill me?"

In the long silence, there was only the sound of rain outside the house.

The man just knelt on the ground, looked at him quietly, and his smile gradually became gentle.

"Is this still necessary to ask, Master?"

He bent down and hugged the old man in front of him without any warning. Even if he was hiding the last blow, he must tell him the answer:

"Because I love you more than everything in this world than cooking."

So what stupid thing is that?

It will only make people laugh!

Are you really the student I taught?

Are you really, Yiya Chef Demon?!

At that moment, countless gloomy and vicious words emerged from his mind with anger, and he could not use words to criticize his funnyness and ridicule, nor could he correct the innocence and stupidity of his students.

But now, at this moment, even if I just think about it, Guo Shouque couldn't help but want to... smile.

happiness.

If there was a moment when I had gained happiness, it must be at that moment, right?

When he was hugged by that child, he felt that even failure was no longer important. When he was sure that his respect was from the heart, what he felt was supreme joy and happiness.

Why even myself become so stupid?

Guo Shouque didn't know, but just memories made him feel fulfilled and made him realize what the so-called happiness was and could not be given up.

He was immersed in this fleeting and indescribable sweetness and was unwilling to wake up again.

Wandering again and again.

Even if it dissipates so quickly, it becomes so indifferent when it leaves.

Until the last wisp of warmth fell into the throat.

This short dream completely dissipated.

Guo Shouque lowered his head dumbly and stared at the empty bottom of the bowl, as if it had been petrified.

In the dead silence, only turbid water droplets fell into it.

A fine echo was heard.

In the stands, everyone was stiff and stood still, staring hard, unable to believe the scene he saw, nor could they believe...

Until the hunchbacked old man finally raised his face and showed the wet marks on his cheeks.
Chapter completed!