Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 1661 - 1664: My Heart Is Too Small to Hold Your Greatness 38

The old master chef, having met countless people, seemed to have discerned the problem. Instead of insisting on creating the steak with the taste Hua Hua desired, he turned off the heat, poured two glasses of his homemade wine, and took Hua Hua to the courtyard behind the Western restaurant to have a taste.

The old master chef shared a story with him, "Do you know why others love to eat the steak I make?"

Hua Hua didn’t know, and even thought, I don’t even like it.

The old master chef seemed to have read Hua Hua’s thoughts from his eyes, choosing not to argue with him, and gazed contemplatively into the distance: "Actually, I wasn’t a chef in my younger days; I was a network engineer."

"A network engineer turned chef? How did you make such a big leap?" Hua Hua exclaimed, raising his glass to the chef, taking a small sip.

"In truth, when I was young like you, I, too, wandered the world alone in search of a particular flavor."

"My wife made the best steak I’ve ever tasted in this world. But for some reasons, we separated. From then on, I visited many Western restaurants but never found the steak I desired," the old master chef reminisced with a sense of nostalgia and regret in his eyes.

Hua Hua asked, "Did you end up learning to make it yourself because you couldn’t find that taste?"

"Haha, young man, that’s exactly it." The chef nodded: "After searching through many steak houses and failing to find that taste, I decided I had to rely on myself, experimenting with making steak in various ways. Finally, after three months, I created the kind of steak my wife made."

Hua Hua almost wanted to give him a thumbs-up, then paused in surprise: "Are you telling me to make it myself, too? I don’t want to change from a fashion designer to a chef."

The chef laughed, eyes narrowing to slits: "Actually, I lied. I never recreated that taste; it’s impossible to make. That taste is called happiness. What I later made, the now famous steak, is called reminiscence."

"Reminiscence?" Hua Hua didn’t understand.

The corner of the chef’s eyes was slightly moist: "Actually, three months later, the police found me. That’s when I learned my wife had been in a car accident and had left this world, never to return to my side."

"I’m sorry," Hua Hua said apologetically, "for bringing up your sad memories."

The old man shook his head and wiped his eyes: "It was my fault. Back then, I was young and reckless, focused only on my career and constantly climbing the ladder, neglecting my wife, making her feel neglected. We had a big fight, and in her anger, she left alone to travel, and that’s when the accident happened."

Hua Hua didn’t know what to say to comfort the old man, feeling he was quite pitiful: "Then what do you mean by saying you created the flavor you wanted?"

"Because while making the steak, I was filled with the happiness we had when we were in love. With those feelings, I developed the steak I have now. The taste can only be imitated; it’s the feeling that can only be revisited and reminisced. Young man, it’s not easy to find someone you truly love. Make sure to hold on tight and don’t end up like me, realizing regret only after losing them."

Hua Hua remained silent.

He hadn’t expected that behind a delicious steak, there would be such a heart-wrenching story.

"Young man, the steak you say has a warm feeling, that feeling — apart from the person in your heart — can’t be made by the most renowned chef to match the taste you want."