Chapter 22: I really don't have the face to see my ancestors
Chen Sanwei looked at Jiang Lin and asked, "Sir, can you let me meet the younger generation of the Chen family?"
"Let me continue to pass on the Chen family's cooking skills that have been passed down for hundreds of years."
Jiang Lin raised his eyebrows: "You want to teach cooking skills in person?"
This is quite rare.
After most people die, their feelings for the human world will gradually fade.
After all, there is a difference between life and death. After death, one enters the ghost world and the two sides do not interfere with each other.
What’s more, the descendants of the Chen family are separated by hundreds of years.
"yes."
The reason he went there this time was for the inheritance of several hundred years.
The authentic Chen family soup should not be lost.
“…”
Jiang Lin thought about it for a moment and agreed.
"Can."
Hundreds of years of inheritance, once again...
It’s quite interesting to think about.
I don’t know what kind of impact it will have on the human world.
The viewers in the live broadcast room have become lively and excited.
In the past, I always heard the elders say that they were ashamed to see their ancestors.
I have no face to see anyone.
I thought it was just talk, to give me psychological comfort.
I didn't expect that there really is such a thing as "meeting the ancestors".
"This is truly the real 'cooking of our ancestors'."
"Personally teaching? I'm looking forward to it. I'll definitely be there when the time comes!"
"Lincheng? I'm in the next province, I'll definitely go there when the time comes!"
"I want my dad to come and see. If I don't work hard, I will be too embarrassed to see my ancestors in the future."
"It's so prosperous and I'm in a trance. Good job upstairs!"
"I really don't have the face to see my ancestors."
There are also many people who are sighing.
Time is the greatest weapon.
No matter what it is, it will be eroded and consumed in time.
"Throughout the ages, I wonder how many inheritances have been interrupted in the long river of history. Great job, host!"
“Those lost crafts are the most precious treasures!”
"Connect the inheritance!"
"If only the carpenters, chefs, singers and dancers, embroiderers... in ancient times could pass down their skills..."
"To be honest, I want to learn how to cultivate immortality, even if I can't do Qinggong."
“Ahhhhhhhhhh——”
"If everything could be passed down!!! My toes would be trembling!"
In the room, Jiang Yue was already jumping up with excitement.
She had lamented a long time ago that if the emperor's three thousand beauties were to live in modern times, they would definitely be great goddesses!
Dancing, playing the piano, singing, embroidering...
And acting...
Which one of them is not superbly skilled?!
It would be such a waste to keep it in the harem!
And the complicated palace cooking techniques of ancient times...
Sometimes it takes several months to make a famous dish. Just thinking about it makes me drool.
And more!
Those ancient martial arts, those martial arts world!
Jiang Yue was so excited that he couldn't control himself.
If all these can be passed down, a new era will be here!
“Ahem!”
Mother Jiang coughed and signaled her daughter to be quiet.
Can't you see that the old man is sad? You are so happy that you are jumping up and down.
Unexpectedly, my daughter's mind returned to her normal state, and she became even more excited.
Not only did he shout out.
She rushed into the bedroom and started to cheer up in front of her grandfather.
"Grandpa, Grandpa! I've found your soup!"
Mother Jiang: “…” Who did she inherit this stupidity from?
"Grandpa, look at this!"
"Soon, you will have soup to drink, and it will be the most authentic Chen's soup!"
Jiang Yue excitedly shared with his grandfather and told him what had just .
"It's like this, that...."
“So, when the Chen family’s ancestor passes on his cooking skills to his great-great-great-grandson, you’ll be able to drink soup again!”
"…Grandpa?"
Jiang Yue, who had been talking nonstop, stopped.
Because she found that her grandfather's eyes were wide open, he was looking at the live broadcast room, and his breathing was quickened.
There was a hellish scene in the live broadcast room.
There is the ghost of Chen Dahai who has died long ago.
There is also Chen Dahai’s ancestor, and Bai Wuchang.
Surrounding it is the Yellow Spring Road and the red spider lily...
It's a scene of dead souls on the road.
Jiang Yue looked at his grandfather's expression again and thought to himself that something was wrong.
"Mom - come and see Grandpa!"
It’s over. She won’t just send grandpa away, right?
I wonder if the host can show mercy when he comes to take away the souls of the dead?
after all.
This is also because of his live broadcast room...
Although his mind was full of random thoughts, his hands did not stop moving.
"Hello, is this 120?"
…
Chen Jiaming has been acting a little strange lately.
Ever since my dad passed away, I've been having nightmares at night.
The key point is, the person he dreamed about was not his father.
But a person who claimed to be his ancestor.
She said she wanted to teach him how to make soup.
Chen Jiaming: ???
Make soup?
Funny, is there a future in making soup?
Look at his father, he ran a small restaurant all his life until his death.
His dad always keeps talking about how good Chen's soup is, but he hasn't made a name for himself yet.
There are so many great chefs on the Internet. If he just randomly finds one to learn from, wouldn't he have a better future than his father?
Chen Jiaming didn't receive the letter in his dream, and he forgot about it after waking up.
"Hey, brother, are you learning cooking recently?"
His college roommate, whom he hadn't contacted for a long time, suddenly tagged him.
Chen Jiaming replied: Yes, Dad, didn’t I say when I graduated that I wanted to be a great chef and surpass my dad?
He wanted to let his dad know that those old things were out of date.
Following the trend is the right thing to do.
It’s a pity… Dad can’t .
College roommate: [Excited] [Come on]
College roommate: Don’t forget me, your dad, when the time comes!
Chen Jiaming: ???
What are you excited about?
But Chen Jiaming didn't expect that this was just the beginning.
After that, many people suddenly called him and cheered him on for unknown reasons.
He also said that once you have learned the skills, don’t forget to reserve a place for them.
"???"
Chen Jiaming felt that there was something wrong with these people.
When he said he wanted to be a chef, these people weren’t so excited.
Is this the wrong medicine?
Finally, he put the information together and found out that it was caused by a live broadcast room.
——Daily healing in the underworld.
He had also heard of this live broadcast room, after all, the Cai Xing incident was so famous.
but.
I’ve heard of people communicating in dreams and seducing spirits, but I’ve never heard of a host helping to teach cooking skills.
"Cooking skills are not like sending a dream, where you can just say a few words and it will work."
"That requires hands-on instruction. How can it be that simple?"
Chen Jiaming didn't write the letter at all.
Although the Cai Xing incident caused a big stir, as a marginal figure, he was just a spectator and watched the fun.
"Besides, if there really are ghosts and gods, why didn't my father come to find me?"
"Doesn't he boast that his cooking skills are a hundred times better than mine?"
Chen Jiaming hehe.
In life, it is better to keep your feet on the ground instead of daydreaming.
Then, that night.
The seventh night.
Chen Jiaming's father came to the door.
“…”
Chen Jiaming: My mouth is stinky!
"Dad, you're not really here to show off your cooking skills, are you?"
Chen Dahai was unusually silent tonight, "My cooking skills are not good..."
"You just found out about this? I told you a long time ago that you should keep up with the times, but you just wouldn't believe it."
As soon as Chen Jiaming finished speaking, he heard his father continue: "You should learn from your ancestors, work harder, and carry forward Chen's soup!"
The most famous thing about Chen's Restaurant is its soup.
But by his generation, the skills of the older generation had almost been lost.
"ha?????"
Chen Jiaming was confused.
What's going on? What ancestor?
He woke up from his dream with a cry of "ha".
After waking up, he heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Chen Sanwei."
…
