Chapter 021 Does the world still remember the authentic Chen family soup?
Chen Ji Restaurant was not open.
Lao Jiang confirmed several times, "How could the door not be open? Xiao Chen never closes the door even when it's windy or rainy."
"Why wasn't the door opened?"
Jiang Yue said, "Grandpa, why don't we go to another store? We can come back the next time they open."
"No, I'll wait a little longer." Lao Jiang waved his hand stubbornly, "Why didn't he come?"
In the past.
Even if Xiao Chen didn't come, his son would always come over to check out the store, or post a note on the door to explain.
But now there is nothing, maybe I just came too late.
Jiang Yue had no choice but to wait along.
Someone from the noodle shop next door saw them and shouted.
"Don't wait, his family is having a funeral, so the store can't be opened these days."
"Funeral?! Whose funeral?" Old Chiang stood up straight.
"It's the boss Chen Dahai. He suddenly left this morning."
The boss next door said, "You guys made a reservation, right? I guess they don't have , come next time."
Lao Jiang suddenly felt a little dizzy and took two steps back before he could stand firm.
"Why did this person leave so suddenly?"
Jiang Yue hurried to help him, "Grandpa, go slowly."
She carefully watched her grandfather's expression, not knowing what to do.
Grandpa was looking forward to it so much. If she had known, she shouldn't have said those things.
"It's okay. I'm fine. Let's go."
Lao Jiang slowed down, stood up and walked back, "Why did this man leave? He is ten years younger than me."
"That's good. We can't drink Old Chen's soup anymore."
"……Why."
After returning home, Lao Jiang no longer had the mood to celebrate. He just ate casually and lay down.
"He was ten years younger than me... How come he is gone?"
Listening to his grandfather's mumbling, Jiang Yue felt a little depressed.
Mother Jiang waved her hand and asked her to come out, "Let your grandfather be alone for a while."
As people get older, they become more sentimental about these things.
Jiang Yue nodded, and the phone in his pocket vibrated.
[The 'Healing Daily Life in the Underworld' that you are following has started, come and have a look~]
Seeing this, Jiang Yue's eyes lit up, "Yes, the host is Bai Wuchang!"
"He might have a solution!"
After entering the live broadcast room, Jiang Yue started typing: "Host, can you help me check..."
She paused before she finished typing.
In the live broadcast room, the host was leading a dead soul towards the road to the underworld.
The man was dressed in white, with his hair hidden in his chef's hat, and a big "Chen" was written on his apron.
"It's over..." Jiang Yue said hesitantly.
She was originally thinking about whether the host could think of a way to delay the departure of Boss Chen's ghost.
I didn't expect that the person had already gone to the underworld and it was obvious that he could never come back.
But she didn't leave immediately, but continued watching.
She is the anchor who started paying attention to the Cai Xing incident.
Naturally, we also know that people do not necessarily reincarnate after death.
After all, he was the old chef that her grandfather had been talking about for so long, and she wanted to see what would be his ending.
Is it reincarnation or being judged?
…
On the road to Huangquan, Jiang Lin was stopped.
Coincidentally, he also knew this person.
He is a chef at a restaurant in Ghost Market, which is said to be open for hundreds of years.
Jiang Lin has also been there to eat, and the soup he made is indeed delicious.
For the flying fish soup, all the bones were removed, leaving only the fish meat and the fish head.
It is boiled into a milky white color, with a delicious and thick taste, which makes people want to swallow their tongue after drinking it.
It made him recall the feeling of being alive after a long time.
"Sir, can you wait a moment?" Chen Sanwei asked with a bow.
"I expected that some of my Chen family's descendants would come down today, so I am waiting here."
Jiang Lin nodded. Chen Sanwei’s cooking skills were well-known in the ghost market.
It's not a bad idea to give him some face.
"Pay attention to the time."
After saying that, he didn't leave.
The camera in the live broadcast room automatically focused on the two people.
"Thank you, sir."
Chen Sanwei bowed, then turned to Chen Dahai and asked, "Which generation of the Chen family are you from?"
Chen Dahai looked at the person in front of him and felt that he looked more and more familiar.
His hands were shaking, he couldn't believe it, "You, you, you are the ancestor?!"
It is rumored that the ancestor of the Chen family is the pinnacle of cooking skills in the Chen family, and his soups are the most authentic in flavor.
The taste was praised by people within a hundred miles.
For a bite of his soup, diners came from all directions.
Just for that authentic taste!
Therefore, Chen's Restaurant was opened from our ancestral generation.
It is said that when Chen's Restaurant was at its peak, it even cooked for some big shots.
The portrait of our ancestors has always been hanging in the house.
When he was learning to cook, every time he failed, his father would talk about the deeds of his ancestors and criticize him.
now.
The ancestor was standing right in front of him, how could he not be excited?
“Ancestor…” Chen Sanwei stroked his beard, “So many years have passed outside.”
"May I have your name?"
"Junior Chen Dahai."
"What does Chen's Restaurant look like now?"
Chen Sanwei came here today just to find out.
Now, after all these years, what has become of Chen’s Restaurant?
Is it nationwide?
Has the Chen family’s cooking skills been passed down?
Does the world still remember the authentic Chen family soup?
“…”
Chen Dahai wanted to say something but stopped, and wanted to say something again.
He thought back to his little restaurant and felt ashamed.
Not to mention making Chen's Soup bigger and stronger, he couldn't even master the most basic traditional cooking skills.
Our ancestors handed over such a huge family business to them...
In the end, all that was left was the restaurant which was less than 80 square meters.
Nowadays, there are very few people who still remember Chenjiatang as much as Chiang Kai-shek did.
"Why……"
Chen Sanwei sighed.
Seeing Chen Dahai like this, how could he not guess.
However, the decline of the Chen family is not too surprising.
After all, in the long river of time, anything is possible.
It's just a bit regrettable.
"It's really not easy to be good at cooking."
Chen Dahai really couldn't face his ancestor at this moment. "My father passed it down to my generation. I have limited talent and have only learned a few percent."
"The one who took over the Chen's Restaurant now is my son who just graduated not long ago."
"I have only scratched the surface of his craft. If I leave..."
Chen Dahai could no longer raise his head.
He didn't expect that he would leave so suddenly, but fortunately his son has grown up.
It’s just a pity…
The Chen family restaurant will probably be discontinued during his time.
He is so sorry to the ancestors of the Chen family!
“…”
Chen Sanwei put his hands behind his back and remained silent for a long time, as if he had made some decision.
"My Chen family restaurant may decline, but the cooking skills that have been passed down for hundreds of years cannot be interrupted."
He looked at Jiang Lin and asked, "Sir, can you let me meet the younger generation of the Chen family?"
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