"Hello, Thomas." Han Ke waited until after eleven o'clock, and Thomas slowly walked out of the restaurant with a frustration.

Thomas was also shocked when he heard someone calling him. When he looked back, he found that it was a young man. A hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He quickly walked to Han Ke and said excitedly in his inexperienced Mandarin: "You, can you see me?"

Han Ke grinned and said, "Is there anyone else called Thomas here?"

Thomas still wanted to speak, but Han Ke signaled him to go to his pickup truck. He didn't want others to misunderstand that he was a mentally ill person.

After the two got into the car, Thomas said straight to the point: "You are the only one who can see me, I need your help."

Han Ke grinned again. Those Chinese who grew up in foreign countries could not inherit the fine traditions accumulated by the motherland's culture. How could they say so righteously if they let others help. However, the reason why Han Ke stood here in the middle of the night was to help him, so why would he care about these things? So he smiled and said, "There is no problem to help you, but I have to know what happened to you?"

Thomas hesitated a little and then said, "Although I am Chinese, I was born in France. My father is a Western chef. I have been influenced by it since I was a child. So when I grew up, I became a Western chef. Step by step, and finally won the honor of a three-star Michelin chef and later became the chef."

"Then why have you returned to China?" Han Ke asked.

"The reason I returned to China was because of my father. My father spent his whole life. Although his later years were fulfilling and decent, his only wish before his death was to go back to his motherland to take a look." Thomas paused and continued, "It's a pity that he didn't get what he wanted in the end. I followed my father's wish and came to this place where he was dreaming of bypassing."

"How do you feel?" Han Ke asked again.

Thomas smiled faintly and said, "I was also surprised why my father was so nostalgic about this homeland. After arriving, he realized that it was a sense of intimacy, a sense of intimacy between blood. Even a wanderer like me who had never met before, would feel the feeling of returning to the heart when he stepped on this land."

Han Ke grinned: "Your root is here, even if you die, your soul will come back."

Thomas didn't say anything, and Han Ke then asked, "Then how did you die?"

"I, I don't know very well. I only remember that the night before I died, I was as usual, but I couldn't wake up after going to bed." Thomas said with regret on his face.

"Then do you want me to help you find out the murderer who killed you?" Han Ke asked.

"No, I'm already dead. What's the use of finding out the real murderer!" Thomas said helplessly.

"Then what do you want me to help you?" Han Ke felt a little surprised.

"It's very simple. I have this recipe and I want to hand it over to someone named Xiao Meng who I am." Thomas said sincerely with his eyes.

After Thomas said this, Han Ke understood. He smiled and said, "This is no problem, that recipe must be very important! I asked why I had dinner today, and they kept saying that the dishes tasted wrong. It turned out that they didn't have a recipe."

Thomas smiled lightly and said, "Recipes are of course very important, but really good Western food needs to be made with care. My apprentices are all too impetuous."

Looking at Han Ke's thoughtful expression, Thomas continued: "This Xiao Meng is an apprentice in the kitchen. I have been observing her for most of the past six months before my death. I feel that she really likes Western food. Every time she gets off work in the restaurant, she is the last to leave. I know that she secretly practices the signature dishes I usually cook in the kitchen. Haha, I have also tasted them secretly, and the taste is pretty good. Her talent is indeed much higher than my apprentices. I originally planned to accept her as my apprentice, but who knew that such a thing would happen."

Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, it was already twelve o'clock and the restaurant was about to close. Han Ke saw people walking out of a dim and narrow alley not far from the main entrance of the hotel, and he thought that the exit of the kitchen should be in that alley.

At this time, Thomas said, "I don't know your name yet, thank you for helping me!"

Han Ke looked at the crowd, grinned and said, "My name is Han Ke, I have nothing to say thanks!"

Thomas smiled gratefully and said, "Xiao Meng will not come out now, it will probably take half an hour later."

"No hurry, let's wait."

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The two of them waited in the car for nearly forty minutes before they saw a thin figure, carrying a big crossbody bag, slowly walking out of the alley.

"It's her, she's Xiao Meng." Thomas said.

When Han Ke heard this, he understood it and got off the car and followed quickly. In this street at one or two o'clock in the night, there were few pedestrians, except for the speeding taxis. Even if there were, they were still in a hurry, stopped the taxi and left quickly.

Xiaomeng walked in front alone, and suddenly she felt that someone seemed to be following her behind, so she also accelerated her pace. Under the dim street lights, the shadows of the two people were intertwined and separated.

Suddenly, Xiao Meng turned around, stared at Han Ke and said, "You, you, who are you? Why are you following me? I'll call someone after you come!" He was holding a narrow and slender kitchen knife in his hand.

Han Ke smiled faintly, looked at the fine sweat on Xiao Meng's forehead, and said helplessly: "I'm just like a bad person!"

"Who knows people, but not your heart, who knows what kind of heart you have!" Xiao Meng said vigilantly.

"Xiaomeng, right? I'm entrusted by someone to find something to do with you!" Han Ke said.

"How do you know my name! Who can I entrust it?"

Han Ke looked around and said in a low voice: "Thomas."

Unexpectedly, when Xiao Meng heard Thomas' name, she shouted loudly: "Save..." Fortunately, Han Ke was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and before Xiao Meng could shout it out, she covered her mouth.

"I'm dizzy, what's your name?" Han Ke whispered after snatching the kitchen knife from Xiaomeng's hand in depression.

Xiao Meng also kept struggling desperately. She was about to be seen by passing vehicles and would really think that Han Ke was forcing her to do something.

In desperation, Han Ke had to take out the soul-catching pen. As soon as the spell was released, Xiao Meng became quiet instantly.

Han Ke put down his hand depressedly, carefully wrapped the kitchen knife back into Xiaomeng's bag, and then said, "Follow me."
Chapter completed!