I offer incense to Hades, and he teaches me the Six Ways of Reincarnation

Normally, even if Feng Zi doesn't come, his grandson will come to help, at least there is someone on duty in the store, or there is a sign at the door, why there is nothing today.

Maybe something at home has delayed it!Lao Luo still wants to wait, maybe something will happen in the middle.

The whole family is very helpless, the old man has such a temper, so he just waits here.

Suddenly, the people from the noodle shop next to them saw them sitting here and came out from inside.

"You guys should go back! He won't be open today?"

"It won't be open anymore?"

Lao Luo's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were wide open.

"Yeah! Their family is having a funeral, and it seems that the store won't be able to open these days!"

"Funeral?"

Lao Luo got up and came to the waiter.

"Funeral? Whose funeral?"

Lao Luo was a little agitated.

"Who else is here! Just Feng Zi! He left suddenly this morning, and I don't know what happened, by the way! You have reserved tables! I guess they haven't had time to inform you yet, come next time !"

After speaking, the waiter walked in.

On the contrary, Lao Luo was completely dumbfounded, his feet immediately became unsteady, and he still felt dizzy in front of his eyes.

"This, this is too sudden! How can I just leave?"

Luo Lu couldn't help mumbling, and hurried to help the old man.

She carefully paid attention to the old man's face, and she didn't know what to do. If she had known that she was looking forward to it, she shouldn't have said what she said before.

Why!It still broke the old man's heart.

"It's okay, I'm fine, let's go!"

Lao Luo slowed down for a while, stood up and walked back.

"The years go by, it's really unbelievable, why are you a year younger than me? Why don't you just leave? Now it's over! I won't be able to drink the old Feng's soup anymore!"

Along the way, the old man didn't say a word.

No one in the family said a word, for fear of saying something badly and making the old man sad.

After arriving home, Lao Luo was not in the mood to eat, so he lay down early, and the more he thought about it, the more he didn't understand, he was 12 years younger than me!How can this person be gone?

Seeing the old man like this, Luo Lu felt a little uncomfortable.

Mother Luo came over: "You come out first! Let your grandpa stay alone for a while!"

Luo Lu nodded and left the room.

When people are old, it is very easy to be nostalgic, and it is easier to feel emotional when encountering some things.

At this moment, the phone suddenly vibrated.

Luo Lu took a look, and it turned out that the live broadcast room had already started broadcasting!

Seeing this, what did Luo Lu seem to think of?Suddenly a bold idea popped into my mind.

The anchor is a ferryman, so he must have a way.

After clicking into the live broadcast room, Luo Lu began to type: "Anchor, please help me to check..."

Before finishing typing, the whole person froze.

In the live broadcast room, the anchor is walking towards Huangquan Road with a dead soul. The man is dressed in white, his hair is hidden in a chef's hat, and "Feng Ji Restaurant!" is written on his waistband.

Finished!

Luo Lu couldn't help saying something in her heart.

She was just thinking about telling the anchor if she could think of a way to make Boss Feng's dead soul leave later. She didn't expect that everyone had already walked on the road to Huangquan and obviously couldn't come back, but Luo Lu didn't give up, nor did she Quit the live broadcast room, but continued to watch. She started to follow the anchor from the Guo Gangde case.

Naturally, I also know very well that not everyone can go to reincarnation after death, it depends on the individual's cultivation base and morality, but at least it is the old chef who has been talking about it for so long, and I want to see what the ending of this person will be like?

Reincarnate, or be judged.

At a critical moment.

On Huangquan Road, Jiang Chen was stopped. This person, he also knew, was the owner of a restaurant in Ghost City. It was said that this restaurant had a history of hundreds of years.

Jiang Chen went there after the last broadcast. The fried rice with eggs is simply a must. There is also the crucian carp soup, the whole body is sashimi, leaving only some essence. Make people linger after drinking.

Let Jiang Chen recall the feeling of being in the world.

"My lord, can you wait a moment!"

Feng Erlang said slowly.

"I expected that the descendants of my Feng family would come down today, so I have been waiting here for a long time!"

Jiang Chen nodded. Feng Erlang's excellent cooking skills are well-known in the ghost market, so it's okay to give him some face.

Chapter 99 The Old Ancestor

"Pay attention to the time!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Chen did not leave, but waited at the side, and the camera focused on these two people.

"Thank you sir."

Feng Erlang cupped his hands, then glanced at Feng Zi, and said coldly, "Which generation of the Feng family are you from?"

Feng Zi looked at the person in front of him, and the more he looked at him, the more he looked familiar. Gradually, his hands began to tremble, and he said with a look of disbelief, "You...you are the ancestor!"

Feng Zide was a little excited, he didn't expect to see his ancestor.

It is rumored that the ancestor of the Feng family is the pinnacle of Feng's culinary skills. This restaurant was created by the ancestor and has been passed down for many years. The soup cooked is the most authentic taste.

Everyone in a radius of hundreds of miles knows the taste, and many people come from all directions to come to his house to have a sip of soup.

Just for that authentic taste!

Therefore, from the time of our ancestors, Feng's restaurant has been handed down.

I heard that when Fengjia’s restaurant was at its most brilliant, it even cooked for some big shots and celebrities. The portrait of the ancestors has been hanging in the ancestral hall at home. Take the deeds of the ancestors as an example.

Now, the old ancestor was standing in front of him, but he was too excited to speak.

"Ancestor?"

Feng Sanlang repeatedly bearded: "Has it been a long time outside?"

"What's your name?"

"Junior Feng Zi."

"What is the scale of Feng's restaurant now? How is the business?"

Feng Sanlang came today because he wanted to know, after so many years, what kind of hell did Feng's restaurant go to, open a chain store for the development of the whole country?

Has the Feng family's culinary skills been passed down?Does anyone still remember the authentic Feng's soup?

Feng Zi was ashamed when he heard the old ancestor's words. Thinking of his own small restaurant, he didn't know how to say it, let alone making Feng's soup bigger and stronger, and he didn't even inherit the cooking skills at the very least. do well.

The ancestors handed over such a large family business to them, and the last thing left was a small restaurant of less than [-] square meters. Now there are not many people who still remember Feng's soup like Lao Luo!

Many people are not local.

Hearing this, Feng Sanlang sighed deeply.

Seeing Feng Zi's appearance, how could he not guess it, but it is not surprising that the Feng family has fallen, after all, he often walks by the river, so there is no way his shoes will not get wet.

As society changes, anything can change.

Just thinking about it now, it's really a pity.

"In the field of cooking, it is really not easy to do well and do well."

Seeing the ancestor in front of him, Feng Zi was speechless.

My father passed it down to the younger generation. The younger generation has limited talent and can only learn a few levels, and many of them have not learned. Now it is my son who takes over the Feng family restaurant. His craftsmanship can be regarded as an entry. , I'm afraid...

The more he said, Feng Zi could no longer hold his head up, and felt very guilty in his heart.

He didn't expect to leave so suddenly. Fortunately, his son was married, but unfortunately, Feng's restaurant would be broken in his hands.

He felt deeply in his heart that he was sorry for his ancestors.

Feng Sanlang frowned when he heard this, walked around in front of Feng Zi twice and said.

"Don't worry, it's just a little stormy!"

"Our Feng's restaurant can decline, but the culinary arts and culture that have been passed down for hundreds of years cannot be interrupted no matter what."

Immediately afterwards, Feng Sanlang glanced at Jiang Chen beside him.

"My lord, I have one more request, and I hope you can fulfill it."

Jiang Chen: "Speak!"

"My lord, can you let me meet the descendants of the Feng family, and let me pass on the Feng family's hundreds of years of culinary skills, otherwise I will decline, I can't bear it."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows: "Are you going to teach cooking in person?"

That's pretty rare.

You must know that after most people pass away, their feelings towards the human world will gradually fade a lot. After all, life and death are different, and they scream into the ghost way, and the two sides do not interfere with each other, not to mention the back of the Feng family that has been separated for hundreds of years.

"Yes, I have decided!"

He went this time for hundreds of years of inheritance, and he didn't want this culinary art to be interrupted here.

Jiang Chen thought about it, and it wasn't too difficult, so he agreed.

Hundreds of years of inheritance, come out again, think about what kind of turmoil will be caused in the world, you must know that people nowadays can choose their mouths.

The fans in the live broadcast room have already exploded, not to mention how excited they are.

It seems that everything in front of me is like a dream.

I used to hear the old people say that when you have no face to face your ancestors, or see whoever you are, you think it’s just talking casually for self-comfort.

But I didn't expect that there would be a process of meeting the ancestors.

"This is a genuine ancestor's handicraft."

"Teaching it personally, I am already full of expectations. When it opens, I must try it first."

"Linzhou, I'm in the county next door, I'll definitely go there then!"

"No, I want my mother to come and see them. If you don't work hard, you will really lose face to see your ancestors in the future."

"The upstairs is doing well, it's booming."

Fans are in front of the screen, doing all kinds of emotions, time is the biggest weapon, it has made many people, but also worn out many people.

No matter what people, animals or objects, they will be worn out and consumed over time. From ancient times to the present, I don’t know how many inheritances have been interrupted in the river of history. The anchor is really good!

"Those lost craftsmanship are the real treasures, which cannot be bought with any amount of money."

"Link Inheritance!"

"If the skills of carpenters, chefs, singing and dancing, embroidery, etc. were all passed down from ancient times, what would the world be like now?"

"To be honest, I hope to get the inheritance of cultivating immortals, no matter how bad it is, I can do a little light work."

Luo Lu in the room was already jumping up with excitement, she hadn't been this excited for a long time, if Huang Bi's three thousand beauties came to modern times, they would definitely be a great god.

They are proficient in dancing, playing the piano, singing, embroidery, and acting. Think about which one of these is not superb. It is a waste of resources to put them in the harem. And those chefs in the palace, famous dishes with a knife, sometimes cost a month It takes more time to study it, and I can't stop drooling just thinking about it.

What kind of delicacy it will be is worth spending the last month studying.

In addition, many modern people like martial arts dramas. If those light skills and martial arts are passed down, will there be modern wandering around the world? The more I think about Luo Lu, the more excited I am.

If these can really be passed down, a new era will come!

cough cough...

At some point, Luo's mother came to the room, coughing, and beckoning Luo Lu to be quiet, didn't you see that the old man was sad?