Brilliant Michelin Reborn

"I?"

Jiang Shunan pointed at himself, unable to believe what Mr. Bruce said for a long time.

"Mr. Bruce, you flatter me too much. How can I be so capable?"

"Son, of course you have."

Mr. Bruce chuckled: "Otherwise, Mr. Wei wouldn't have brought you all the way here."

"He, he just brought me to see him," Jiang Shunan said, "Compared with other people, I am nothing at all."

In just a few days, what he saw and heard in Paris completely overturned Jiang Shunan's views on Michelin.

Professional, rigorous, delicious, exquisite and picturesque dishes are simply precious works of art.

Who would have imagined that the ingredients placed on the dining table in every household can produce astonishing chemical reactions under the cooking of the chef.

Before, he only thought Wei Jingrong was a special case.But now, he understands what it means to be insignificant.

Myself, not even the coal ash from the boiler.

Mr. Bruce patted Jiang Shunan's face lightly with his wrinkled hands: "Son, why do you always want to compare yourself with others?"

Jiang Shunan was stunned.

"For Mr. Wei, you are the best option. Is there any need to compare?"

"But I'm still learning."

Jiang Shunan scratched his head in distress, but he didn't know what to do: "Mr. Bruce, to tell you the truth, I have only been in this industry for a few months, and there are too many things I don't understand. Helping him, how can it be so easy."

"Wow!!!"

Jiang Shunan originally thought that Mr. Bruce would be disappointed because of this, but he was pleasantly surprised instead.

"You can achieve this level in a few months, Mr. Wei is really lucky."

"No, I mean..."

"I understand." Mr. Bruce shook his hand and interrupted Jiang Shunan gently, "You are afraid."

"I……"

"You are afraid of taking on this responsibility, you are afraid of not being successful, and you are afraid of disappointing Mr. Wei."

Yes.

Jiang Shunan was afraid.

When he realized what he was taking on, he was terrified.

It seems glamorous, but behind the brilliance of Michelin, Wei Jingrong is already on the verge of precarity.

He was afraid that his words, deeds, and actions might ruin everything that Wei Jingrong had worked so hard for.

He is afraid, he has no idea.

How to help, I have no direction, no way to start.

Looking at Wei Jingrong who was following Chef Spencer in the room, Jiang Shunan fell silent.

"Mr. Bruce, I think I may not be able to."

Jiang Shunan raised his head and met Mr. Bruce's 'expected' eyes: "Sure enough, I guess so."

"kindness."

Jiang Shunan nodded, holding the wine glass, and slowly got up.

On the farm, autumn is in full bloom.

Fiery red leaves, plump fruits, and squirrels running through the branches.

The two white horses were still plowing the field, and the plow operated by the young man behind left the wide footprints of rain boots on the soil.

"Mr. Jiang, do you know how that old man in the kitchen got to where he is today?"

Bad old man?

Jiang Shunan glanced back: "Chef Spencer?"

"Who else but him?"

As Mr. Bruce said, he took the bottle and added some wine to Jiang Shunan: "At the beginning, he was the chef of a small restaurant, and there were only one or two tables of guests every day. I really don't know how he persisted."

"Isn't it hopeless for the restaurant?"

"Well, yes."

Mr. Bruce smiled, but the smile was full of melancholy: "I also think it is a desperate situation, but in his eyes, it is an opportunity, and it is also a unique, unique and innovative opportunity."

"Opportunity?" Jiang Shunan was puzzled.

"A French chef, who does not cook classic French cuisine, does not engage in British-style hotel cuisine, and does not use any foreign ingredients, is completely self-sufficient, and he has experienced quite a period of struggle. The most important thing is that he has never give up."

"Wait," Jiang Shunan couldn't help asking, "Didn't Mr. Wei say that the self-sufficiency model is quite common here?"

Mr. Bruce pulled his face and nodded reluctantly: "Maybe, he brought it up?"

No, it's... it's also because of Chef Spencer?

"Mr. Jiang, I just want to tell you. Everyone will be afraid, and everyone will be afraid that they will work hard and still achieve nothing in the end. But,"

Mr. Bruce knelt down and picked up a rough stone and fiddled with it in his hands.

"You are still too young. What matters to you is not success, but how many mistakes you can make. Then, turn these mistakes into your experience and experience, and learn from them. For you, for Mr. Wei, it also includes That glib kid."

"What if the mistake is irreparable?"

"What is irreparable is not a mistake, but a regret."

Mr. Bruce looked at him, the white hair on his temples was blown by the autumn wind: "If you give up now, will you feel regretful?"

Regret.

That's for sure.

I gave up the design studio and chose Blue Bank;

I gave up my previous life and chose someone to start all over again;

He never regretted these abandonments.

Because of Wei Jingrong, also for Wei Jingrong.

The road is chosen by oneself, and the person is chosen by oneself.

I never thought it was a mistake, and naturally I didn't want it to be my regret.

Being able to die and be reborn, God has already missed it very much.

And besides, there is still an excellent boyfriend like Wei Jingrong, so why bother?

"let me try."

"Great!!!" Mr. Bruce smiled gratifiedly: "I know Mr. Wei can't make a mistake."

Hope.

I also hope that Wei Jingrong will not misread the wrong person.

Jiang Shunan took a deep breath and looked up at the cloudless blue sky.

Blue, is Wei Jingrong's favorite color?

"Dangdang!"

There was a sudden loud noise behind him, and before Jiang Shunan realized what was going on, he heard Chef Spencer's rage.

"Quiafaita!!! (who did it!!!)"

Taking a closer look, the floor-to-ceiling window glass of the main kitchen was broken, a big hole was broken, and there were still a few crumbling glass fragments hanging on it.

Look at Mr. Bruce's hand again...

"Ahem, old people make mistakes too."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Bruce pointed back and shouted: "Hedidit."

"No!!!"

Jiang Shun'an was scared crazy: "Ididn't do it! Iswear!!!"

Of course, Chef Spencer knows who did it.

Before they could explain, the two old men started chattering into a ball.

That posture, thinking about it now, feels funny.

"What laughing?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Shunan said with a smile, "Did it wake you up?"

"No."

Wei Jingrong turned around and turned towards Jiang Shunan: "I just thought that there are foreigners all around, I'm afraid you won't get used to it."

"What's wrong with this?"

Jiang Shunan snickered: "Are you still afraid that I will run away with some foreigner?"

"I'm afraid," Wei Jingrong said, "I always feel that as soon as I close my eyes, you will disappear."

"why?"

"I can't tell." Wei Jingrong's eyes were dim and confused, and the loss made people feel distressed. "I just feel uneasy."

I would feel uneasy, so why not Wei Jingrong?

I lost my lover, my job, and my family. I thought everything would be over, but I was betrayed by my friends.

After so many years of ups and downs, how can I easily feel at ease.

"It's okay, Jing Rong."

Jiang Shunan opened the blanket on his bed, and quietly held Wei Jingrong's big hand under the cover of the blanket.

"I won't go, I'm right here. You can rest assured to sleep, I guarantee that when you wake up, I will definitely be the first one to see you."

"kindness."

Wei Jingrong nodded and smiled, holding Jiang Shunan's hand tightly.

"Sorry, I came and went in a hurry this time, so I couldn't take you around."

"There are still chances in the future." Jiang Shunan said, "With you here, it doesn't matter where you go."

With you, even the big risks will be saved.

"Thank you."

Wei Jingrong pulled up the blanket, wrapped the two of them in it, and kissed Jiang Shunan fiercely.

"Shun'an, after you go back, move in and live with me."

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