I am a chef in a modern era

2

After Lin ShuYi finished eating, the grandpa started to clean up.

Once it was time for lunch, customers would start coming in, thus he had a lot of preparations to do. Seeing that Lin ShuYi still sat there, he handed him a glass of water and started small talk as he continued working,

“Young man, it’s time for your college entrance exams right?”

Lin ShuYi thought about it for a bit, then remembered what this exam was. He shook his head and said, “I’m no longer in school.”

The grandpa was quite surprised, “How come? You’re only
seventeen or eighteen right?”

Lin ShuYi thought hard about it before saying, “Both my parents are gone and attending school takes money.”

For the amount of time he stayed in that house, no one appeared. He did manage to find a group photo in a drawer, as well as an ID card. Like he thought, this person was also called Lin ShuYi. Maybe they were the same person, just one in the previous life and one in the current, otherwise, they wouldn’t look so similar.

There were three people in that group photo, however, due to aging and constant rubbing by fingers, at least it appeared like it, plus it was in black and white, it was really hard to tell the original image. The people were blurry as well. Lin ShuYi thought that it was maybe his parents, but he didn’t know if they were still alive or not.

The grandpa was understandably stunned. He didn’t expect Lin ShuYi to have gone through so much by such a young age. He also felt guilty bringing such a sad thing up again. Seeing the boy’s fragile body, the grandpa couldn’t help but feel his pain.

Holding out his rough hands, he ruffled the boy’s hair, “Don’t worry, it’s over now.”

Obviously Lin ShuYi wasn’t sad at all, those two people were nothing but strangers to him. How could he be sad?

“Then, are you living alone right now?”

This child was even younger than his grandson by a few years but looked much more sensible than him.

“Yes. Grandpa, do you need anything else done? I can help” Lin ShuYi had thought about going out and seeing the world, but the more he thought about it, the less of a good idea it seemed.

Everything he knew, he learned from television. There must be some
discrepancy between that and the real world. Also, he didn’t know anyone, so going out was useless anyways.

“No need, no need. Sit down, I’m already done preparing, there’s
nothing for you to do. If you don’t want to go home then stay at this old man’s place. Don’t worry, make yourself at home.” The grandpa said.

He was alone anyways, and having someone to talk to made it less lonesome.

Hearing the grandpa say this, Lin ShuYi sat down again. It didn’t take long before another person arrived.

“Hey! Old man Yang! Give me a bowl of Minced Pork Noodles, spicy too!” A women in her mid fifties came rushing in. She first shouted towards the opening to the kitchen and then sat down.

Once she did, she noticed Lin ShuYi.
“Hey, Old man Yang! Is that your grandson?”

Old man Yang poked his head out the opening and said, “No, my grandson’s already in his twenties.”

The women hit her head a few times and said,

“Me and my memories. But yah, your son and others haven’t come back in a while right? I almost forgot what he looked like, much less remember your grandson.”