Cooking is my faith. I wouldn't wait for its coming, just as Elizabeth David. The spirit which had been imparted to my soul by the renowned chefs I met in my grandfather’s kitchen gave me a sense of mission. I kept asking myself. What my ideal is? Where is my vagrant soul? Where is the home of my cooking? Where can I resolve my melancholy? I wandered in the kitchen and yearned for a breakthrough. Through an intense struggle, I decided to leave my grandfather’s kitchen and came back. My mind went peace during the one year's creation of poems. Now I have figured out my goal. Picking up my package, I decide to set out to realize my destination of becoming a creative chef.