Take this analogy
There is such a stall on the way to school every day
You've been eating supper at his place since he first set up a stall
At first, you didn’t get used to it either: the wait time was too long, the ingredients were selected, and the method of making it was not seen on the market, and it was even more deviant
But it was only later that I found out that the food made by this chef is delicious and delicious. You didn’t realize that you can still eat supper like this before.
Gradually the reputation of this stall spread and everyone came here to eat
But not everyone can eat such a dish: the chef secretly changed the recipe according to the taste of the regular customer. The diners who have just eaten will inevitably feel that the taste is tricky. Only the old customer will feel dry and dripping after eating it.
So some people came, some left, and those who stayed continued to watch the cook's serious nonsense
Suddenly one day the cook told you that this was my last dish
What can you do? Of course, eat, eat and eat, and your tears will come down: thinking about the past few years, whether happy or sad, it's all supper at this cook's place
The craftsmanship of the cook has not changed, but you have changed a lot.
The cook silently sends the last group away
There has been no news of the cook since that day.
In the days to come, you will keep bragging to your friends how awesome the chef's craftsmanship is. A supper can be made into art.
But your friends think that the cook's craftsmanship is at most about the same as your bragging skills
After a while, you happened to pass by this intersection after get off work and suddenly saw the stall stand up again
You lifted the curtain and saw that the cook had his back turned to you, and said indifferently, I'll end it
You sit in the middle of new and old customers without ordering and the chef brings it to you
It's the meal you're most familiar with, and after taking a bite, you'll feel that the cook is still the cook, and is he the same person he used to be?
The unfamiliar face next to him pushed the plate and shouted, "How can you eat here? It's funny, right?"
The cook still keeps his face and doesn't speak, you are too old to help others
But you know that this dish is not made for him, the cook said that this dish is for the finishing touch and it is only made for you
After this day, I will never see the chef again.
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