The old master chef, having met countless people, seemed to have discerned the problem. Instead of insisting on creating the steak with the taste Hua Hua desired, he turned off the heat, poured two glasses of his homemade wine, and took Hua Hua to the courtyard behind the Western restaurant to have a taste.
The old master chef shared a story with him, "Do you know why others love to eat the steak I make?"
Hua Hua didn't know, and even thought, I don't even like it.
The old master chef seemed to have read Hua Hua's thoughts from his eyes, choosing not to argue with him, and gazed contemplatively into the distance: "Actually, I wasn't a chef in my younger days; I was a network engineer."
"A network engineer turned chef? How did you make such a big leap?" Hua Hua exclaimed, raising his glass to the chef, taking a small sip.
"In truth, when I was young like you, I, too, wandered the world alone in search of a particular flavor."
