Deacon Food House

At the age of 20, my father had the title of the most accomplished chef in the country. But one day he was extremely unreliable and disappeared, leaving behind a dilapidated small restaurant hidden in an alley. When I was 15 years old and had just entered high school, I still had a letter warning me to be self-reliant and self-reliant. In the first 15 years of my life, I had never been in the kitchen. That night, I was sitting alone on a chair in the restaurant, helpless. The door suddenly opened. Against the light, I saw four tall and slender figures appearing at the door. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.