[Prehistoric] Travel to the beast world to be a priest

In the spacious and tidy living room, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was leaning on the sofa with his brows frowned.

"I've made up my mind, and I've handed in the application for the school. Even if you don't pay me the tuition, Dad, I can't take the senior high school entrance examination. At worst, I just drop out of school and go to the restaurant on the street to wash dishes."

Standing opposite the boy was a man with a serious face, and the gray hair between his temples showed that he was no longer young.

The man stared at the young man for a while, finally sighed, sat next to the young man, and said, "Dad will support you whatever you do, but Dad must tell you clearly that life is your own, so don't do it just to get angry with me." Regret forever."

The boy lowered his eyes, and when he caught sight of the vertical and horizontal lines on his father's forehead from the corner of his eye, he seemed to have his throat blocked by someone who had always been sharp-tongued.

The words that had been planned for a long time to question and ridicule the man got stuck in his throat.

He thought, what kind of god of steel and iron is this person who can't wait to stay in the laboratory 24 hours a day?It turned out to be just a mortal.

But in the rebellious period, he was not willing to give in, so he could only let out a cold snort to express his dissatisfaction.

"The tuition fee has been transferred to you, and next month's living expenses." The man lowered his head and said while operating on the phone.

The Chef Academy is also a technical school and does not require an exam. After registration, you can enter the class to study at any time.

It's just that the students who join halfway are more tired.

Hearing this sentence, the boy suddenly exploded with anger.

"Living expenses for next month! Are you so eager for me to leave immediately? Or are you planning not to go home next month?"

"It's because you spend all day in the lab. My mother had a heart attack and no one knew about it. If Aunt Wang hadn't come to cook at home, her body would probably be smelly when you came back! This time it's like this again, Do you want to see your son lying on the ground when you come back next time?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and his face quickly became overwhelmed, but the boy didn't give him a chance to explain, he jumped off the sofa, went upstairs in three steps at a time, and then closed the door of the room. It was loud.

Yan Liang woke up suddenly, the room was very dark.

After groping around the pillow for a while, he realized that the phone was turned off, the earphones were still plugged into his ears, and the earphone cable was wrapped around his neck several times. No wonder he couldn't breathe just now.

Yes, Yan Liang firmly refused to admit it. What really suffocated him was the dream he had just now, and the father he hadn't seen a few times in the dream for more than ten years.

Yanliang's sleep was not very good, and every night he relied on the hypnotic music to force him to fall asleep. When he woke up at this time, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, and plugged in the charging cable for his phone.

Three twenty-six in the morning.

In winter in the north, there are at least three more hours before it will be bright.

Yan Liang leaned against the head of the bed, frowning and forced himself to memorize the recipes over and over again, lest his thoughts wander to places he shouldn't be.

But in front of the old man, even the only recipe that allowed him to concentrate had little effect.

Gradually, he couldn't help thinking of that person.

It has been almost 20 years since the quarrel in the dream. Maybe he was really angry with the old man when he signed up for the Chef Academy, but now, he is very sure that he loves his career very much.

After moving out from home more than 20 years ago, Yanliang started a game with the old man unilaterally.

All these years, he was able to grit his teeth and persevere because of this. He vowed to let the old man see that his original choice was not impulsive.

He only needs to go to the Chefs Association to get the senior technician certificate after dawn, and he will be able to return to that home with a sigh of relief.

Thinking of this, Yan Liang raised the corners of his mouth, feeling a little urgent in his heart.

But what really makes him anxious is to get the certificate of hard work, or to give himself a higher level, I am afraid that even he himself does not know.