Zhang Wentao was stunned by the question, as if he couldn't remember why he became a chef.
"Yes, what is your ideal? Or what is your dream?"
Xu Hongdou asked.
"Ideals and dreams are not synonymous." Zhang Wentao shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.
Xu Hongdou and Nana turned their attention to Damai, because she had just said before about the difference between ideals and dreams: "What you work hard for is an ideal; what you have some good expectations for is a dream."
"One is to do it, and the other is to do it occasionally or not at all."
"What, is there any problem?" Zhang Wentao looked at the expressions of the two of them and was a little confused. After hearing Xu Hongdou laugh, he repeated what Damai had just said, and he nodded.
Showing an affirmative smile to Damai, it turns out that educated people are educated, and such simple and easy-to-understand truths can be explained so exquisitely.
"Brother Wen Tao, please tell me what your ideals and dreams are." Damai showed a smiling expression, and it was a joyful thing to be recognized.
"According to what you said, I actually have no dreams, or my initial ideal is my dream." Zhang Wentao thought for a moment and said calmly.
"No dream? Is the original ideal a dream?"
Xu Hongdou was a little confused when she heard this, and felt more and more strange in her heart. The deepest impression Zhang Wentao left on her was that he was a "strange" person. When she heard the other party's vague expression, she felt even stranger.
"My original ideal was to become an excellent chef, and then cook all kinds of delicious food for my loved ones every day." Zhang Wentao said lightly, then let out a sneer at his own naivety, and then said: "Later, later
It’s changed.”
Hearing the unexpected answer, Damai and Nana looked like they wanted to hear gossip and wanted Zhang Wentao to continue talking, while Xu Hongdou said calmly: "I didn't expect you to be quite romantic. Why?"
Changed?"
"Because they gave too much." Zhang Wentao said calmly.
He didn't lie, he did give too much... From the initial 2,000 yuan in soft girl coins in China, to the thousands of euros after graduation there, to the tens of thousands of euros after tax deduction, in comparison, it is indeed too much.
Xu Hongdou asked: "What does it mean to give too much?"
"It's not interesting." Zhang Wentao thought for a while and said, "Actually, I didn't go to college after graduating from high school, unlike you who are all college students. Later, I came into contact with cooking by accident. The salary was very low at the beginning, and then I went abroad.
After studying and getting a professional certificate, I stayed there. The work in the kitchen is very complicated, and so are the people."
"There are good people and bad people, and all kinds of intrigues happen every day. At that time, I felt very lonely outside. Although I had a good income, I felt tired and empty every day, and I didn't make many friends, until I met my
teacher."
"Oh, he is my current master."
"But my teacher was too strict, or too old-fashioned. In short, there was a period of time when I felt a lot of pressure. It happened that some bad things happened to me during that time, and then I came here."
After lightly talking about his past, Zhang Wentao felt like he had let go of something in his heart.
Damai, Nana, and Xu Hongdou also fell into deep thought after listening. Only the gurgling soup was left in the kitchen, reminding everyone that it also needs a sense of existence.
As time goes by, the moonlight shines into the small courtyard at night, and the yellow halo lights gradually become brighter.
Zhang Wentao watched the three people being silent for a long time after listening to his story. He was a little embarrassed, but unexpectedly stretched out his hand and said to them: "Let's get to know Zhang Wentao again. He has one Michelin star and is good at French and Italian cuisine.
, of course there will be others.”
"I'm on vacation now, but I'll be back to work soon, so if you want to eat something during this period, you can tell me and I will try my best to make it, but you also have to give me your opinions..."
…
At the door of Room 6, Xu Hongdou was wearing a coat and sitting quietly on the stone bench at the door, looking up at the starless night sky.
Her mood was very complicated. As the quiet night came, what Xie Grandma said today began to linger in her mind, as well as Huang Xinxin, Xie Zhiyao, Damai, Nana, and Zhang Wentao's explanations of their respective ideals.
Come to mind.
In addition, Zhang Wentao's change not long ago also made her think about him who was still sitting downstairs busy with his own affairs.
It seemed that after a quick goodbye in the morning, the other person seemed much more relaxed when we met again in the evening.
It seemed that tonight's conversation was one of the few moments of peace since we met again.
only
Xu Hongdou was a little confused as to why the other party had changed, but thinking that the other party was leaving soon, it seemed that he would also leave in more than two months.
If you look at it this way, let's put aside all the previous unhappiness and get along well.
Just like Zhang Wentao said, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get to know each other again.
As she thought about it, she began to worry again about whether to accept Xie Zhiyao's invitation...
"Actually, you can do anything during this period, it's better than just sitting in the room and thinking wildly..."
Nana's words suddenly came to mind. Xu Hongdou, feeling that everyone had something to do, quietly took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Xie Zhiyao.
"I can do what I can, but don't expect too much."
After editing the message and sending it, Xu Hongdou looked at the sky and let out a sigh of relief. The moment she made the decision, she felt a lot more relaxed.
Then, a relaxed smile appeared on his face, he tightened his clothes, went back to the house to get a notebook, pen and paper, and walked downstairs.
Zhang Wentao was sitting upright in a chair, staring at the information on the screen, and from time to time he would take a pen to write down notes on the notebook next to him. Since he decided to find some form, he would help Sun Xiaowei and learn sculpture from Shi Tiandong.
Zhang Wentao, who takes his job very seriously, will naturally not deal with it casually.
After eating some of Nana's cooking in the evening, he concentrated on preparing what he would use tomorrow. When he saw Xu Hongdou's arrival, he was a little surprised and lost his mind for a moment, but he soon returned to normal.
He thought that the other party had gone back to the house to sleep. He looked at the watch on his hand and saw that it was only 9:30, which might be a bit early.
At least for him.
"Busy?" Xu Hongdou put the object in her hand on Zhang Wentao's side, fixed her hair, and her tone became a little cordial.
"Well, what about you?" Zhang Wentao also acted very casually.
"Let's do something. By the way, do you want a cup of coffee? I'll do it?" Xu Hongdou asked with a smile.
Zhang Wentao nodded, with a smile on his face: "Okay, thank you."
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