Sichuan (5)

As soon as we entered the restaurant, an attendant guided us to a room that was obviously one of the better ones.

Then, before preparing the food, the chef came to greet us, saying he wanted to introduce himself first.

The chef was an old man with a head of white hair.

But perhaps because he worked in a kitchen, he was as sturdily built as a middle-aged man who exercised regularly.

When he approached us, the old man politely bowed his head.

"Thank you for helping Chengdu. I will repay you with a truly delicious meal."

His eyes were blazing.

Apparently, he really had been frustrated by not having a chance to show his skills since the world collapsed.

The dishes came out one after another.

We had barely sat down before they began appearing, as though they had been prepared in advance...