Chapter 238: Countryside Shop
So what is intention?
Even if Xu Qing were to explain it, he probably wouldn't be able to make sense of it.

This kind of illusory thing does not exist until people realize that it actually exists.

No matter how much you talk or how many exquisite words you use to explain, you cannot make something that does not exist appear.

And the mind becomes something real only at the moment when people become aware of its existence.

And after realizing the feeling in your heart, the world changes at that moment.

But for those who are unable to realize the existence of the mind, nothing you say will be of any use.

That’s what the mind is all about.

For Cheng Peng, the doubts lingering in his mind at this moment are the most difficult puzzles in the world.

When is a puzzle most difficult to solve?
That's when it's not there.

If there is no question, then naturally there will be no answer.

The mind is both the question and the answer.

How can one explain this non-existent, illusory thing?

Can't answer.

Therefore, no matter how hard Cheng Peng thought about it, he still couldn't figure it out.

But he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Why did Xia Yi's feelings win?

Why did Chen Guanghe act so arrogantly like a winner even though he had clearly failed?
Why was he the only one who failed utterly like a lost dog?

The painful hardships he had experienced in the dark culinary world in the past had helped him develop powerful skills.

Although he is just an unknown soldier in the dark culinary world, but in the bright culinary world, his strength should be enough to beat others!

Although it is still far from top chefs like Xu Qing and Luo Tian.

But compared with Xia Yi and Chen Guanghe, two mediocre chefs, he should have absolute strength!
But why did he lose?

He was the only one who lost...

What exactly made him fail?

It's a thoughtful thing.

So what exactly is the mind?
These questions kept circling around in my mind, as if I had reached a dead end or was stuck in a rut.

Cheng Peng couldn't help thinking about these questions.

He walked and thought.

Before I knew it, it was dusk till dawn.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the outskirts of Guangzhou.

In the suburbs, there was a curtain hanging in front of a small wooden house with a few crooked words written on it - "Guests come in droves."

It was just daybreak, but the shops were already open and smoke was rising from the chimneys.

However, a store opened in the wilderness is probably not a good store.

Even though Cheng Peng's mind was full of thoughts about his feelings, he still had a subconscious reaction to this.

Cheng Peng glanced at the store and turned to walk into the city.

At this moment, a wonderful fragrance wafted into my nose.

Cheng Peng stopped immediately.

As a chef, he has seen and smelled so many wonderful flavors.

The aroma of food wafting from a small country shop should not have attracted a chef like him, who was almost a top chef, to stop and stay.

But he still stopped, almost subconsciously.

Because the fragrance coming from his nose gave him a strange feeling.

Maybe it was an illusion caused by his constant thinking, or maybe his mind was confused because he hadn't slept all night.

He actually felt that the aroma in his nose was somewhat similar to Xia Yi's spicy rice noodles.

Not the taste.

It's something more ethereal.

Could it be a token of my feelings?
impossible.

How could there be such a person in a small country shop?
Impossible, impossible...

I kept saying it was impossible in my heart.

However, Cheng Peng still strode towards the shop.

He wanted to confirm with his own eyes whether it was true or not.

The shop was empty, without a single customer.

This was normal. Normal people would not come to a small shop in the countryside at this time. The waiter in the shop seemed to understand this and did not try to attract customers. Instead, he drank tea and chatted.

But today is not normal, because a figure appeared in front of the shop.

An extremely rare existence - a guest, appeared.

The guys seemed to be frightened and stared blankly at Cheng Peng who walked in and sat down at the table.

As soon as he sat down, Cheng Peng immediately wanted to stand up.

But he still endured it with great perseverance.

The table and chairs in front of me probably haven't been cleaned for a long time. Not only are they covered with oil, mud and dirt, but there are also food residues in the gaps of the wooden table, and groups of flies are happily enjoying their meal.

In this kind of environment, it’s no wonder that no one comes.

Even if there are guests coming in, they will be scared away.

Are these guys just here to eat and do nothing?
Cheng Peng was very unhappy.

At this time, the shopkeeper finally came to his senses, kicked the waiter twice, and drove the man to Cheng Peng.

The waiter asked lazily, "What would you like to eat, sir?"

The voice and tone didn't sound like someone running a restaurant, but more like someone at a funeral.

Since Cheng Peng had sat down, he would not get angry about such a small matter.

He just silently made a note of it in his mind.

Unhappy +2.

Cheng Peng got straight to the point and said, "Bring up the best dishes in your restaurant."

"Okay! Please wait a moment, sir. I'll go and urge them right away."

When the shopkeeper saw that the clerk couldn't get the job done, he immediately stepped forward and spoke enthusiastically.

Then he kicked the waiter twice and sent him to the kitchen.

Although there is not much to like about this restaurant, the only good thing is that the food is served very quickly.

Cheng Peng didn't have to wait long before he saw a young man coming over with dishes.

But before he could get to the front, the boy was stopped by the shopkeeper.

"How can you get out?"

The shopkeeper questioned in a low voice.

The boy said, "Those two people went to the toilet, and no one brought food, so I came here."

The shopkeeper threatened in a low voice: "You... that's enough, give me the food, and you go back to the kitchen immediately and never come out again, otherwise you will be in trouble."

The young boy had heard this threat many times and had personally experienced what it meant to be "good-looking".

But he still had to come out and deliver the dishes to the table personally.

The shopkeeper reached out to take the bowl, but the boy held it tightly and the two of them struggled for it for a few seconds.

Cheng Peng was immediately unhappy, "What are you fighting for? Do you need two people to deliver food?"

He finished eating quickly and wanted to leave. He didn't want to stay in this place any longer.

Seeing that the rare customer was dissatisfied, the shopkeeper had to let go and let the boy bring the dishes to the table, while he closely watched the customer's every move.

The dishes were served. Cheng Peng looked down and saw that it was a bowl of ordinary chicken noodle soup. There was no chicken, only a few chopped green onions, and the noodles were also sparse. Only the soup was plenty.

However, the aroma wafting from this dish was indeed the same aroma that Cheng Peng had smelled before.

Now that I'm closer, that sense of emptiness becomes even stronger.

Cheng Peng was about to speak, but he saw the young man, using his body to cover himself, cryptically wrote two words on the table - "Run".

run.

Why run?
Is it because this is a shady shop?

Cheng Peng already knew it before he came in.

There are many people who run black shops in the dark cuisine world. When they occasionally chat, they will proudly teach Cheng Peng the tricks, telling him how to choose a location, how to cheat people, how to ask for a ransom, etc.

Cheng Peng knows all about this.

If he were to go out and open a black shop, he would definitely do better than this group of people.

Therefore, Cheng Peng ignored the two words and his expression was very calm.

The shopkeeper was relieved now.

The boy suddenly became anxious and almost pulled him out by his sleeve.

Cheng Peng rolled up his sleeves and asked, "Who is the chef who cooked this dish? I want to meet him."

(End of this chapter)