Yang Kaizhong was thinking in the study that Ren Pengcheng's cooking skills were really amazing. Even in three months, Yang Kaizhong was not sure that he could defeat Ren Pengcheng.

He was thinking about what dishes he should cook then, and suddenly, the door of the study was pushed open.

"Dad! Why did you agree to such a competition?" a middle-aged man said loudly.

"Yes, Dad, you are in poor health. Even if you don't agree to such a competition, no one can say anything." A middle-aged woman also spoke.

Yang Kaizhong looked at the man and the woman, and they were his son and daughter.

"What? I can't make my own decision?" Yang Kaizhong said lightly.

The middle-aged man said anxiously: "No, Dad, you know the doctor said that you can't do high-intensity cooking."

"Yes, Dad, you have to pay attention to your health. We won't go to this competition." The middle-aged woman also said.

Listening to the advice of his children, Yang Kaizhong was not moved at all.

It’s not because Yang Kaizhong is ruthless to his children, it’s because he knows that they care so much about him.

They are just afraid that after they die, their business will be difficult to continue.

In recent years, as the president of the Chef Association, Yang Kaizhong has benefited greatly from his children. For example, Yang Kaizhong has a great influence in the catering industry. With the help of Yang Kaizhong's influence, his children can make a career casually. This is the influence of their connections. Of course, the size of their career depends on personal ability.

It is precisely because he has been busy in the Chef Association over the years that Yang Kaizhong rarely cares about his family. He may not have much care and discipline for his children, so that his children have not had a good relationship with him.

What made Yang Kaizhong sad was that most of his children's concern for him came from the drive of interests, rather than real concern for his father.

Every family has a difficult sutra to recite.

Yang Kaizhong sighed secretly and said, "I know my own body, you don't have to worry."

When the middle-aged man heard this, his voice suddenly increased eighth and said, "Dad! You can't go. If you don't think about us, you should think about your mother! She has worked for you all her life. Do you just bear to abandon her and ignore her?"

Yang Kaizhong frowned and looked at the old woman with her eyes dodging at the door of the study.

"You all have grown up, and you should understand one thing. We have to do some things," said Yang Kaizhong.

"Is this a reason? You just think about your chef association every day. Have you ever cared about my mom? Have you ever cared about me and my sister?" The middle-aged man's voice was very angry.

The middle-aged woman on the side pulled the man's sleeve and said, "Brother... stop talking."

The middle-aged man shook it away and shouted: "No! I'm going to say! When you were young, you were busy with your chef association every day and never came back to your home. Once, my mother fell ill and my sister and I were studying in another place. But she called you but couldn't answer. Finally, she called Aunt Li next door before she took my mother to the hospital. Another time, when my mother was on her birthday, you said she wanted to make a sumptuous dinner for my mother. My mother got up early in the morning to buy vegetables and bought a lot of dishes you like. As a result, you suddenly called and said you couldn't come back. My mother cried alone in the kitchen and gave her a bowl of noodles to eat."

When Yang Kaizhong heard this, he lowered his head.

In this life, there are so many people he is sorry for. The one who is most sorry is his wife.

"Xiuzhen, I'm sorry for you in this life. Being able to marry you is the greatest luck in my life, but there are still things that must be done, so I'm sorry for you in the end, this is the last time." Yang Kaizhong said to the old woman at the door.

The old woman's eyes turned red, she lowered her head and whispered: "I understand."

Looking at the old woman's timid appearance, the middle-aged man was even more angry. He said to Yang Kaizhong: "What did you get in the end when you give all the chef associations? They were squeezed down and then forced to go to the competition? This is your chef association!"

Yang Kaizhong glared at his son and drank: "Shut up!"

The middle-aged man sneered, "Why should I shut up? Did I say it wrong? What did you get in the end when you paid for the chefs' association that you have spent your whole life? You got nothing. Your son is back to seek revenge on you now. He is here to harm you. After he dies, his son will come back to take revenge on you. So you still devote yourself to his chefs' association?"

"You rebellious son! That's your master!" Yang Kaizhong stood up and pointed at the middle-aged man and said.

The middle-aged man said without hesitation: "Master Master? He is just your master, not my master, and I am not a chef, so I didn't admit it."

"You...you...rebellious!" Yang Kaizhong acted as if he was about to hit the middle-aged man, but he took two steps. Suddenly, Yang Kaizhong covered his chest and fell to the ground in pain.

Now, the old woman panicked, the middle-aged woman panicked, and the middle-aged man panicked.

"My wife, what's wrong with you?" The old woman rushed to Yang Kaizhong.

Yang Kaizhong covered his chest tightly, his teeth closed and he didn't say anything.

The middle-aged woman was so anxious that she was dizzy and at a loss. Fortunately, although the middle-aged man was panicked, he did not lose his room, so he quickly called an ambulance.

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After receiving the notice, Lin Yong hurried to the imperial capital.

When Lin Yong saw Yang Kaizhong wearing a ventilator, his face pale.

I just disappeared for a short time and I was walking and chatting with him in the park, saying that he would definitely change everything, why did the person who suddenly lay in bed?

When Yang Kaizhong saw Lin Yonglai, he held his hand tightly, as if he had a thousand words to say.

"Old Yang, you have a good rest." Lin Yong said.

Yang Kaizhong held Lin Yong's hand and refused to let go, and said nothing. Lin Yong said helplessly: "Old Yang, do you have anything to say?"

Yang Kaizhong shook his head gently, as if he was nodding.

Lin Yong understood what Yang Kaizhong meant, so he bent down and listened to Yang Kaizhong's soft whisper. After a while, Lin Yong stood up.

"You want to say, you are going to participate in the competition?" Lin Yong said.

Yang Kaizhong shook gently.

"But your body is already like this. Can you still stand up by yourself, let alone cooking?" Lin Yong said.

When Yang Kaizhong heard this, his eyes suddenly dimmed, as if his whole body had lost its luster.

Lin Yong looked at Yang Kaizhong for a long time, then sighed, "I'll go for you, you can take good care of your illness."

Yang Kaizhong stared at Lin Yong for a long time, finally closed his eyes and shook them gently.

Lin Yong walked out of the ward and looked at Yang Kaizhong's son and said, "What's wrong with your dad?"

Yang Kaizhong's son didn't speak, his expression was a little unnatural. Yang Kaizhong's daughter said, "Uncle Lin, my dad...ah~ The doctor said he was anxious. He was in a bad health, and he had several diseases. This time he was anxious and his condition suddenly worsened."

Lin Yong couldn't see that this matter was related to Yang Kaizhong's son, but it was hard for him, an outsider to say anything.

"You ask your father to cultivate well, so don't worry about the rest." Lin Yong instructed.
Chapter completed!