I open a restaurant in Xiujie

When Ji Chuchen held the ancient book and felt as if the door to a new world had been opened, Yu Xiaotan sat in the breeze-blown courtyard and felt deeply trapped in a turbulent and misty vortex.

Sitting across from him was Uncle Wang, the old man smiled kindly with his eyes closed as always, his slightly sunken eye sockets were dark brown.Different from Yu Xiaotan when he first came down the mountain, although the current Uncle Wang is still old, his whole body exudes a radiant vigor, and the crutches are held in his hands, and they are gently dangling again and again.

"Bai Junda said that a man in blue clothes came here a few days ago. He is your old acquaintance, old man." Yu Xiaotan stared at Uncle Wang calmly, suppressing the ups and downs in his heart, and asked in a curious tone , "Uncle Wang, where did you meet and what does he do?"

Uncle Wang stroked his beard with a look of nostalgia: "He...is a cook. He used to be very good at cooking, and he was no better than you, Young Master, but now...haha, probably he has already given birth."

Yu Xiaotan was taken aback for a moment.

cook? !

He is very sensitive to this term now, and he quickly conjured up an image in Tsing Yi, holding a spoon and shovel, with a big black pot on his back, and a white turban with the chef's logo around his head.

Yu Xiaotan's heart beat suddenly.

He was a little excited, and a little uncontrollably excited, got up and approached Uncle Wang and lowered his voice: "Could it be that he is..."

Uncle Wang frowned slightly.

Yu Xiaotan's eyes were shining brightly: "Chef!"

Uncle Wang: "..."

"Isn't it?" Yu Xiaotan said excitedly with a strange brilliance in his eyes, "Chef Immortal was punished by heaven, but he never gave up. After thousands of years of practice, he finally differentiated into an incarnation outside his body..."

Uncle Wang stared at him blankly for a long time, then suddenly raised his beard and laughed loudly: "Hey, my little master, what are you thinking about?"

Hearing what he said, Yu Xiaotan was a little disappointed: "Isn't he a chef fairy, then... the son of a chef fairy?"

Uncle Wang's laughter stopped abruptly: "..."

Yu Xiaotan's eyes sparkled: "I'm right this time, right? It's true, how can such a powerful figure as the chef fairy not leave behind descendants."

Uncle Wang's smile subsided a little, and after a long time he let out a long sigh: "Okay, young master, don't mention that name."

He curled his fingers, pointed upwards imperceptibly, and said in a low voice: "What you said makes sense, but it's not accurate. That person has dedicated his whole life to the great cause in his heart. He has no Taoist companion, so naturally And no son."

Uncle Wang's voice was slightly sentimental, and when he whispered in an old and vicissitudes of life, there was a hint of ruthlessness in the silence.

The smile on Yu Xiaotan's face also gradually disappeared.

He had joked with Uncle Wang before, although it was meant to be a test, but Yu Xiaotan did not expect that Uncle Wang would seriously admit that the man in Tsing Yi was related to the chef.

The old man in front of him is like a puzzle. The closer Yu Xiaotan gets, the more he feels that Uncle Wang hides a secret that is as heavy as a mountain. Even at this moment, the old man slightly dissipates the lingering fog around him, and the tip of the iceberg revealed is still like a towering mountain. Feel unfathomable.

and……

Acknowledging that the people in Tsing Yi are related to the Immortal Kitchen, wouldn't it also be regarded as admitting that Uncle Wang himself is related to the Immortal Cooking?

Yu Xiaotan thought about it, and just wanted to ask, when he heard Uncle Wang suddenly said in a brisk voice: "Although he has no son, there are people who want to be his son! This guy is just right, he is obviously a disciple, but he wants to do something. Flattering things—then what, Guanghuazhai, he named it after that person, how about it, isn’t it stupid?”

Yu Xiaotan was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, he was thinking that the chef fairy's name was Guanghua, and suddenly felt that the other party's head was also very smooth... Wait, Guanghuazhai!

The boy's head finally turned around, and he gasped suddenly: "The person in the blue clothes, is he the founder of Guanghuazhai?"

This is too exciting!

"What is Guanghuazhai?" Uncle Wang curled his lips, "At first it was just a place where a group of people gathered together to exchange cooking skills, but Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, even if it's just a group of cooks, they always want to separate out one successively."

"Just like that, they set up the ring, each made a dish, and invited passers-by to taste and comment..."

This is the first time that Uncle Wang has told Yu Xiaotan openly and honestly about the events of the ancient times.

I don't know why, before when he faced Yu Xiaotan's doubts, he always used gags to fool him, but today his attitude changed unexpectedly.

Yu Xiaotan listened quietly, and his thoughts seemed to return to the ancient times. In Uncle Wang's narration, it was a vast expanse. The giant whale with the size of a small mountain flew far away from the horizon, and the red-tailed cardinal soared in the sky dragging the streamer. Half of it is blue, half is fiery red, Yunhai Peak is still an active volcano, hot magma gushes out all day long, flooding the scorched earth.

"It was very difficult for the monks at that time to survive," Uncle Wang said indifferently, "so when that person appeared at the beginning, he led everyone to kill mysterious beasts and fierce spirits, and turned the monsters that everyone feared into a pot of food. They are all grateful to him, thinking that he is a god descended from heaven."

"Later, the aura of heaven and earth gradually weakened, and those terrifying beasts could not adapt to the changes in the world, and naturally disappeared between heaven and earth. The days of the monks got better and better, and they became more and more chic, but he was not satisfied. On the side, looking down from the top of the mountain, the eyes are quiet and far-reaching."

"In the beginning, no one knew what he was looking at. Later, by accident, someone discovered that following his perspective, a small village was built at the bottom of the hillside at some point."

"At that time, the roads were not as well-connected as they are now. Ordinary villagers were ignorant. In the eyes of monks who already claimed to be immortals, they were no different from pigs and sheep. So someone asked him with a joke, would he want to try it?" Taste the taste of the two-legged sheep, with his cooking skills, it will definitely be fragrant and tender, it is the ultimate delicacy."

Yu Xiaotan took a deep breath.

There seemed to be a tight string in his heart, which was caught by the carelessness in Uncle Wang's words, so he trembled violently, shaking his mind.

Yu Xiaotan knew that in the eyes of monks, ordinary people were nothing, but he never expected that in the distant ancient times, this unequal relationship was more cold, cruel, and even to the point of inhumanity.

He couldn't wait to ask: "And then?"

"Chef... how did that person answer?"

Uncle Wang looked at Yu Xiaotan quietly, his eyes were slightly bent, as if he was smiling, but his eyes were deep and deep.

"Later..." The old man sighed almost emotionally, "Later he slashed the person who spoke. The light of the knife was like thunder. This is the first time I have seen him get angry like this."

"I don't know much about the later things, but during that time, the Qixia Realm changed rapidly... Just like Xianyou Street today, the changes that started in a small corner quickly swept through the entire Xiujie. "

"A city was built in the center of Tianzhou, and countless cultivators and ordinary people rushed there every day, some to join him, some to get rid of him - that city is too ostentatious. Guoguo reveals his ambition, as if standing on the top of a mountain and shouting loudly to the sky."

"I felt a little uncomfortable, so I left the town and traveled around the edge of Tianzhou until..."

Yu Xiaotan: "...I know."

Until that day, a catastrophe fell from the sky and buried the entire Tianzhou, together with the city that was once prosperous and filled with a person's lifelong ideals.

Taking a deep breath, Yu Xiaotan whispered, "Uncle Wang, why are you telling me this today?"

Why didn't I say it before, but waited until today?

"why?"

Uncle Wang repeated to himself, shook his head and smiled helplessly.

"I don't know why, maybe it's because I'm old. Seeing the prosperity of Xianyou Street, I can't help thinking about the past."

He turned his head and looked at Yu Xiaotan steadfastly: "Master, there is one thing, I don't know whether it is good or bad. It's just that you and that person... are becoming more and more similar."

"...Huh?" Yu Xiaotan blinked, pointed at the tip of his nose, "Me?"

Where does it look like?

From what Uncle Wang and Ji Chuchen said, Yu Xiaotan felt that the chef fairy was like an extreme idealist. He was not such a person himself, and he knew how to shoot the first bird best.

To develop wretchedly, enter the village quietly, and don't shoot guns.

Uncle Wang smiled slightly: "Maybe it's my illusion."

Yu Xiaotan tilted his head slightly.

"So, the man in Tsing Yi, the disciple of the chef fairy, he wants to try my ability?" He asked, "What about the system, Uncle Wang, do you know the system?"

"I've already left that city, how do I know what new things they have come up with behind?"

Uncle Wang shook his head, stood up slowly while supporting the table.His legs are still lame, but his eyes are slightly bright, and the bright sunlight falls into the old eyes, dancing with the hazy light that belongs only to remembrance.

"Make a good choice, young master." Uncle Wang whispered, "My thinking is different from theirs. If you don't want to get involved in all this, I agree."

"To this day, I don't know whether what that person did was right or wrong. We only saw the tragic consequences. If..."

Yu Xiaotan's eyelids drooped slightly, and a few strands of hair on his forehead hung softly by his ears. After a long silence, he slowly raised his head.

He said quietly: "I know what to cook."