Rebirth as a Cooking God

The next day.

The sky was gray and it was raining lightly.

February has passed, which according to the solar terms is the beginning of spring. However, in a cemetery on the outskirts of Jinguan City, there is no sign of the return of spring as shown by the solar terms.

Tombstones are arranged one after another, and the color is also gray.

Xia Yu and Zhu Qing went out this morning and wore plain clothes. Zhu Qing wore a black shirt and black women's trousers. He held a black umbrella and took Xia Yu with him. He stood quietly in one of the inconspicuous areas. In front of the tombstone.

There is no inscription on the tomb of someone on the stele, only a simple and thick word Xia.

Sister, I'm here to see you.

Zhu Qing placed a bouquet of white flowers under the tombstone, held the handle of the umbrella between her shoulders, clasped her palms together, lowered her head slightly and closed her eyes, in mourning and remembrance.

Her expression was plain, without any trace of sadness.

Perhaps, time has long since washed away the pain of losing a loved one. It is said that time is the best antidote in the world.

Xia Yu talks about feelings for his parents whom he has never met? Before coming here, he had an indifferent attitude towards this relationship. Even if he truly integrated into this identity and regarded himself as a member of the Xia family, the shadow of his parents did not have much importance in his heart, or in other words, it did not exist at all.

However.

At this time, on this rainy day, looking at the tombstone with the word Xia, I feel inexplicably and throbbing.

After a moment, Zhu Qing slowly opened his eyes.

She glanced at another bunch of flowers placed under the tombstone, and smiled slightly, It seems that the old guy came to the cemetery to see his son before leaving.

That old guy is naturally Xia Qing.

Zhu Qing was not surprised by Xia Yu, who was standing there without paying homage or paying homage to him. On the contrary, she understood very well and said, Ayu, aren't you very strange?

A wry smile appeared on his face.

I haven't seen my parents since I can remember. They don't have any voice or appearance. In your eyes, they may be flatter characters than passers-by, like paper figures. She said softly. .

The old man was very stubborn and never told Xia Yu about the past. He even didn't even keep a photo of his son and wife.

I guess the old man shouldn't have that kind of thing that softens people's hearts.

I have some photos here...

Zhu Qing was about to look through the bag he had brought with him when there was a soft thud. The young man who had been looking blank for a few minutes slowly knelt down on the aisle of the cemetery. Because of the rain, the floor was slippery and cold. Zhu Qing exclaimed, I have a pad of paper here. You can use it to pad it.

No.

A quieter voice than usual.

The young man knelt down and put his palms together, like a supplicant under a statue of a god. His side face gave off a look of seriousness and piety.

Pious?

That's right, it seems like they are praying to their faith rather than commemorating their deceased parents.

Zhu Qing was stunned.

Let's go. After a moment, the boy opened his eyes and stood up.

Hmm... Zhu Qing responded.

Just like the raindrops falling in the sky, they were silent. The two came quietly and walked softly when they left, as if they were afraid of disturbing the sleepers here.

Passing by a relatively large cemetery.

This cemetery was obviously bought by a wealthy family early on. It was surrounded by a fence. A funeral was going on silently inside. Clusters of black umbrellas could be seen in the garden. When Xia Yu and Zhu Qing came this morning, they met people attending the funeral.

At this time, the funeral was over, and the sobbing family members were put into a black car.

Several young men with sad faces in black suits parked outside the cemetery at a loss after seeing the car away.

Master...is really gone?

It's time to leave.

What about Piaoxianglou? The kitchen will definitely not work without a master!

Why did master agree to such a cruel shokuji? A shokuji that takes people's lives is backward, ignorant, and dark. It has long been banned by the government. Why does master have to go to the meeting!

A young man felt that the sky was falling, fell to his knees, covered his face and cried loudly.

For these apprentices and disciples, if the top chair in the sect's inheritance shatters and disappears, then their world will also fall apart.

no doubt.

No matter what restaurant or restaurant it is, if it loses its top chef, it is foreseeable that it will decline!

Xia Yu walked by and glanced at several young people who were in a daze.

Pick up outside the cemetery.

Zhu Qing put away the black umbrella, patted the water droplets on Xia Yu's and his shoulders, sat directly in the driver's seat, inserted the key, turned on the ignition, and the car started to vibrate slightly.

Where to go? Go directly back to the old house? His bright black eyes were reflected in the rearview mirror.

Xia Yu was thoughtful and did not answer. After a while, he raised his head and smiled and said, Aunt Qing, did my parents die like that?

……Um?

Zhu Qingliu frowned, Why do you ask this suddenly?

Her heart skipped a beat.

Unexpectedly, Xia Yu did not go into details and continued to smile: I was actually praying to the sacred law of eating halberds just now.

“Some lose and some win.”

There is life and death.

At a gambling table like that, everything is clear!

As he said that, Xia Yu lowered his eyes slightly, Even if they were unfortunately defeated, it was due to lack of strength. I think those who died would only leave with regret and unwillingness, rather than resentment and anger.

Zhu Qing opened his mouth and said, Ayu, eating halberds of life and death has long been banned by law!

I know, it's just a metaphor... Besides, if it's explicitly prohibited, does it really mean it's prohibited? There are always dark corners where the light cannot reach. Xia Yu smiled and touched his heart. He saw tombstones in the cemetery before. The throbbing was still in his heart, and his eyes suddenly darkened, with a hint of strange color that made Zhu Qing's heart tremble, However, the rules are rules, and you have to play it if you bet. The death of the deceased does not mean that his Descendants and successors can accept it with peace of mind, as things in the world often repeat themselves like this!

He suddenly stopped and said, Go to Lan's family!

Lan's family?

Is there any other Lan family in Shu? Xia Yu said amusedly, Let's go visit that old monster Lan Fengxian. I have something to ask of him!

Zhu Qing finally came back from his slightly dazed state. He lowered his head and looked at the steering wheel in his hand, but there was an uneasy wave in his heart. Ayu, are you planning to 'fight'?

There was a hint of relief in his eyes, but more of worry.

…

Hand of God?

Imperial Capital, White Jade Tower.

Long Tou, who was amusing himself by comparing ancient chess records and setting up his own games, put down the chess records and wandered around the room for a while with his hands behind his back.

Can't calm down.

Ever since his disciple Ye Feizhou reported something to him an hour ago, Zhu Ji couldn't sit still.

Few people can remember the real name of this leader.

Zhuji.

Compared with his family name, the Chinese community prefers to call him a title that represents his cooking skills and status-Dragon Head.

In a sense, leading is also a position.

He rules the Chinese food scene.