Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 446 Liao Jie's subconscious dream
"why?"

Long Kunbao was puzzled.

Liao Jie smiled miserably, shook his head, and did not speak.

At the beginning, because of the competition, he let his wife go to the delivery table alone, which eventually caused his child to die before it was born, and his wife was also heartbroken and left him.

He hated himself, so he kept anesthetizing himself with alcohol, which caused him to lose his sense of taste.

It was precisely because he lost his sense of taste that he completely abandoned himself and completely sank.

He cut off contact with all his relatives and friends, and hid in a small supermarket in Guangzhou Station to dawdle.

Without a sense of taste, he has no interest in food. He fills his stomach when he is hungry, and drinks when he is not hungry. He has forgotten what it feels like to pick up a kitchen knife.

As a cook, not being able to taste, to cook, is worse than death.

This time he was brought to Xianggang semi-forced by Changmao, and he didn't choose to call the police because of a useless thought in his heart.

He thought about it all, but he didn't have the guts, so he wanted to use Long Mao's hand to kill himself.

He thought it might be a relief.

But he didn't expect that after coming to Xianggang, he not only miraculously recovered his sense of taste, but also met his former rival and friend who cherished each other.

However, although his sense of taste has recovered, he still cannot cook.

The restored sense of taste revitalized his numb senses, but after returning to the kitchen, he heard the roar of the stove and the clanging of the cutting boards, but he was sweating all over, wishing to turn around and run away, and leave here immediately.

He lost the courage to face the kitchen utensils.

Seeing his awkwardness, Feinan stepped forward and patted him: "Come with me, I have something to tell you."

After finishing speaking, Feinan turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

Seeing this, Liao Jie couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, as long as he wasn't allowed to stand in the kitchen, he could say anything.

Passing by the kitchen cabinet by the door, he saw the shochu on top, swallowed, then pulled out his eyes, and followed Feinan out of the kitchen, leaving Long Kunbao and Ou Zhaofeng looking at each other.

"sit."

Sitting in front of the dining table in the hall, Feinan took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one, lit it for himself, and took a puff.

Liao Jie stepped forward and sat down, and asked, "Can you give me one?"

"No."

Feinan flatly refused.

Liao Jie was a little disappointed, so he had no choice but to hold Feinan's second-hand smoke to enjoy himself.

Seeing his rich appearance, Feinan's expression darkened, and he suddenly asked, "Want to know where your ex-wife is?"

Liao Jie stopped, and looked at Fei Nan abruptly, his eyes lit up with hope.

He had heard from Chang Mao that Feinan didn't entrust a friend to find him at all, unlike what he said in the kitchen just now.

Feinan knew where he was at all, and sent Long Mao to contact him directly.

He was sure that he didn't know Feinan at all before, but Feinan seemed to know him well.

He didn't know what Feinan's identity was, but if he wanted to find his ex-wife, Feinan might be his best hope.

However, he opened his mouth, but his eyes dimmed again.

"What if I know where she is?"

With a complicated expression, he looked down at the old clothes and pants on his body, and said bitterly: "Forget it, no matter where she is, she must have a better life than me. With my appearance, what right do I have to bother her?"

"How are you now? You have hands and feet, and your sense of taste has recovered. How is it worse than others?"

Feinan flicked the cigarette ash, and said seriously: "This competition is an opportunity for you to stand up again. How to grasp it is up to you to decide."

Liao Jie's thoughts were difficult to calm down, and his expression changed.His arms were on the table, his fists clenched tightly, but trembling slightly.

"see it?"

He raised his trembling arm and said with a wry smile: "Whenever I get nervous now, my hands will shake, and I can't even hold the knife steadily. How can I cook?"

Shaking his head, he sighed, "Thank you for restoring my sense of taste, but sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you."

Feinan looked at him, frowning and thinking.

Liao Jie's nerve damage was definitely not caused by drunkenness. The pills he sent to Liao Jie were enough for Xu Xi to use once.

You must know that all the sensations in Xu Xi's body have disappeared, and a large area of ​​repair is needed. The amount of medicine is completely enough to repair Liao Jie's damaged nerves.

There is only one possibility for his situation, and that is psychological factors.

"Have a cigarette!"

Feinan pushed the cigarette case in front of him.

Liao Jie took out one, buried his head in lighting it, took a deep breath, raised his head, and slowly exhaled the smoke.

The smoke rose, blocking his sight, and he seemed to see Shujun smiling again...

Feinan put out the cigarette butt, stood up, and came to Liao Jie.

Liao Jie still kept his head up, his eyes were empty, as if he was lost in memory, he didn't notice Feinan in front of him at all.

He had been led into a hypnotic state by Feinan without knowing it.

Hypnosis is actually not complicated. Sometimes it only needs a moment of relaxation or a shift of attention. What achieves this effect is the cigarette in his hand.

Stretching out his hand, Feinan pressed his hand on the top of his head, activating the dreaming skill.

The scene changed rapidly, and Fei Nan appeared in Liao Jie's subconscious dream.

This is a prairie covered with lettuce, pea tips, lettuce, and young leeks. The dewdrops on the emerald green leaves reflect colorful light.

The mountain of meat in the distance is undulating, layer upon layer, pork buttocks on the bottom, snowflake beef on the top, and the cold mist slowly flows down the texture of the fresh and tender salmon.

The milky white meandering river flows from the mountain of meat, exuding the fragrance of big bone soup.

A bamboo raft made of young bamboo shoots was floating on the river, coming along the river, Feinan was standing on the raft.

It was the chef's subconscious dream after all, but it was different, Feinan looked around and was amazed.

It's such a blessing to live in a place like this.

There was rumbling water ahead, and the bone soup was more fragrant, but it came to a cliff.

Feinan appeared on the bank of the river in a flash, and the tender bamboo shoots were carried by the bone soup and fell into the copper pot below.

There is a path paved with pickle stones on the shore, leading to a celery forest.

Feinan went up the stairs, looking with great interest at the tender celery that was as tall as a small tree on both sides, and the potatoes hidden by their roots.

Chaotian peppers are mixed in, and the red fruits collide with each other, making a clanging sound, which is really pleasant to hear.

Below the gravel piled up by broccoli are messy ginger, sweet potato and taro, mixed with a few zucchini roots.

Passing through the celery forest, Feinan saw a garden that was also built with ingredients.

The outer wall of the golden rice crust is topped with red crispy, and the tiles are red pork jerky.

Spring rolls are used as load-bearing pillars, and the pavilion covered with pot helmets exudes the aroma of grain.

Under the rockery piled with shredded yams is a beef consommé soup with tender white radish slices floating.

The crisp laughter echoed by the rockery, and Liao Jie stood under a pepper tree with a smile, pushing a swing made of vermicelli and carrots with a woman, and a little girl sat on the swing.

Liao Jie's eyes were closed tightly, unable to see, and he did not realize that the woman and child were also made of ingredients.

(End of this chapter)