At first I was only responsible for holding the plates, and then I put on the sticky plates.
The sticking board is to cut vegetables on the chopping board, and there are many holes in the hands.
The master never said anything, and I didn’t seem to cry much.
Because I was crying when I was a child, I put on tape and continued to dry it.
I was slowly allowed to beat lotus, and beat lotus means marinating and seasoning the chopped vegetables.
Sometimes it helps to add flour and sizing, and serve dishes.
I hate placing the plate, but I don’t know why the French like the most is placing the plate. It doesn’t look good and they are willing to not eat it, and the master also began to focus on cultivating me.
I learned all my skills from my master, but my master never told his stories.
Of course, he didn’t ask about me either.
I only know that my master’s surname is Pang and his name is Dahai.
And I only call Master Master, and I never say his name.
I only know this, and I also know that he is willing to teach me how to cook.
This study will last three years later.
At the age of nineteen, it was my first exposure.
My father received a call from school because I had hardly attended high school for a day.
The school even ignored me, but when the file came down, my name was found. I followed the clues and called my dad. That night, my dad was so fucked.
I didn’t cry, I had only one thought in my mind at that time. He took these injuries to show the master, and then asked the master to take them in. From then on, I had no relationship with my family until I made money and returned to my home in China.
That day, I didn’t resist in the corner of the room.
Dad took the belt and pulled it until his mother went home.
Not a belt came down, it would only deepen my determination to leave here.
I calmed down after my mother came back, and my mother asked me what I had been doing for the past three years.