I open a restaurant in Xiujie

"Arrange the course content reasonably, and don't neglect the cultivation of children's virtue just because they have started to practice."

Before going out, the Tsing Yi man held Yu Xiaotan in a dignified manner, and said word by word: "Take history as a mirror, you can know the ups and downs, understand the truth, and understand the law of the development of all things... History class is very important, don't forget what you said."

Yu Xiaotan looked at him strangely: "Why, are you afraid that I will cut your class hours?"

"...a joke." The man in Tsing Yi turned his head away, "I don't...do you think I care about that class?"

"It's not the best, I still find it annoying, I haven't gone out to drink in a long time."

He was complaining, but his tone was stiff, and he looked around wildly.

Yu Xiaotan looked at his insincere mouth, and couldn't help joking: "Otherwise, I won't bother you, and let you go out to drink, drink whatever you want."

The man in Tsing Yi frowned immediately: "I just said that history is important, but you forgot when you turned around?"

Yu Xiaotan shook his head, and said casually, "It's better to be taught by someone else."

"It just so happens that many sects want to make friends with us. It would be great to find a few powerful people from among them to teach the children about Qixia's 'Modern History'."

The man in Tsing Yi: "..."

"They...do they know the art of mirroring flowers and water moon?"

The man in Tsing Yi held a puff of breath in his chest, and his voice changed, "Have they seen the sun rise and moon set thousands of years ago, do they know the ins and outs of the catastrophe of heaven and earth? Qixia has been so boring for hundreds of years, it's like a pot Stewed rice paste, what a fart!"

"Okay, just kidding."

Yu Xiaotan looked over cheerfully, with curved eyebrows and eyes: "If you can't bear it, just say you can't bear it. What are you going to do with so many detours, if you admit it, you won't lose a piece of meat."

The man in Tsing Yi stared at him with a dark face.

Although Yu Xiaotan was very angry, but after holding it in for a while, the man in Tsing Yi couldn't help but said: "Yu Xiaotan, that "Ling Cui"..."

"You want to say, how did I create "Lingcui"?"

Yu Xiaotan said: "Actually, I'm not sure, but Brother Ji said that there are such precedents in ancient books, so I thought about trying it, but I didn't expect it to be really successful."

The man in Tsing Yi was silent for a moment, then whispered: "It's not that simple."

"People in the world only know one thing, but don't know the other thing. In fact, what a spiritual essence needs is not only geniuses, but also talents who have the same Dao rhyme in their bodies, and the visions they form are often illusions of the same kind, such as today's colorful... …I’ve never heard of it.”

"Is that right?"

The man in Tsing Yi's words aroused Yu Xiaotan's curiosity: "But the children have just started to practice, so how can they get the same Dao rhyme?"

"It's hard to say." The man in Tsing Yi frowned slightly, "I always feel...it has something to do with the spiritual food you cook every day."

Although he didn't want to admit it, the people in Tsing Yi believed from the bottom of their hearts that Yu Xiaotan's cooking skills were as good as those of a chef.That is already close to the realm of "Tao". Even the simplest food can give people the ultimate delicious enjoyment in the world.

Eating this kind of spiritual food every day is like immersing in the mysterious Dao rhyme every day, because the spiritual roots in the body are not yet, and the Dao rhyme spiritual flow has nowhere to go, so it can only penetrate into the flesh/body, improving the children from the inside out Only by accumulating the meridians of the physique can there be such an effect.

In other words, even if Yu Xiaotan didn't do anything deliberately, he would already be regarded as the children's half master on the way of cultivation.

Speaking of this, the man in Tsing Yi's tone became sour: "How does it feel to be a master?"

"To be honest, the pressure is huge." Yu Xiaotan glanced at him and said thoughtfully, "Why, you also want to accept disciples?"

The man in Tsing Yi turned his head: "Oh, I don't do such troublesome things."

"...Stop pretending, your expression has already betrayed you." Yu Xiaotan couldn't laugh or cry, "If you really want to accept disciples, I have a suggestion."

He raised his finger to the west of the city, and the wind roared towards him, blowing away his black hair: "The successor of Guanghuazhai, the direct line of the Wang family, should be your blood?"

The man in Tsing Yi: "...Yu Xiaotan, what do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

Yu Xiaotan pushed back the slightly messy hair on his forehead, his eyes flickered: "I haven't forgotten those guys who made trouble at the door."

The children who are held in the palm of the hand by the restaurant are maliciously spread as beggars, and they are blocked at the entrance of the restaurant and cursed and cursed viciously.

Is it bearable, what is unbearable?

……

The sun is sinking day by day, and the clouds are floating.

The vision in the day has faded away, but the colorful clouds in the sky are disturbed by the spiritual wind. At this time, they are like pieces of fine feathers fluttering above the vast night, and are dyed with burning colors by the afterglow of the setting sun. At first glance, Like a wave of gilt coming in from a large piece of land.

A house in the west of the city was already brightly lit.

Wang Zirong was listening to his subordinates report what happened that day.

When the visions appeared, she was cooking dishes in the back kitchen and missed the most exciting scene. At this time, she heard her subordinates describe the scene of the day in a faintly excited tone. She sat at the table with one hand on her chin, her eyes The ripples were shallow, showing undisguised regret.

"Little master is really powerful," she murmured in a low voice. "Those people are so hateful, they even want to take advantage of poor children. Fortunately, little master has the ability to prevent them from succeeding."

Wang Zirong and Wang Quwen have been fighting for several months, and they have a clear understanding of each other's tactics.

As soon as the rumors spread, she felt that there was Wang Quwen behind the rumors, and arranged for people to clarify, but Yu Xiaotan's method was more direct and effective, and her efforts seemed a little insignificant.

Wang Zirong was not disappointed either.On the contrary, when Yu Xiaotan slapped the troublemaker beautifully, she felt excited when she heard it, and couldn't help thinking to herself: "In this way, no one will dare to bully Little Master anymore, unless they want to be young with Qi Xia in decades. It's great to have a generation of geniuses as enemies..."

The last sentence is full of exclamation, faintly floating in the night wind.

For those adopted children, Wang Zirong suddenly felt a strong sense of envy in her heart.

She was born in a family, and she is also a direct descendant of the family. She has enjoyed wealth and glory since she was a child, and she has always been the object of admiration and admiration for others.But at this moment, the girl's eyes were reddish, and she was inexplicably envious of a few folk children who were born in bitter cold, envied that they could live in a restaurant, eat Yu Xiaotan's carefully cooked dishes every morning and evening, practice and learn cooking skills from Yu Xiaotan...

What kind of happiness should that be.

After pondering for a long time, Wang Zirong's eyes drooped slightly, and he let out a long sigh.

But at this moment, there was a series of loud noises outside the door.

"Stay still, what are you doing—stop! Don't go in!"

There was a lot of noise, as if someone broke in like a strong wind, and quickly swept away the guards outside Wang Zirong's house.

Wang Zirong raised her head in amazement, only to see that the door was pushed open bluntly, and a stern-faced man in Tsing Yi broke in from outside the room, his eyes swept across her face with some scrutiny, and after a while, he pursed his lips and nodded slightly: " It’s okay, barely enough.”

What qualifies?

Wang Zirong didn't understand, but when she saw the person's face clearly, her back stiffened suddenly.

She had seen that face... in the portrait of her own sacrificial hall.

Shouting back the swarming guards, Wang Zirong was so nervous that her hands and feet trembled, and her voice trembled: "Zu... Senior, why are you here? The elders have been looking for you for a long time, I don't know..."

"Whatever they do." The man in Tsing Yi cast a cold face and glanced at him, "Do you want to learn how to cook?"

Wang Zirong was stunned for a moment, an unbelievable thought suddenly surged in her heart, surprise swept her chest like a warm current, and she hurriedly responded, "Yes."

The man in Tsing Yi lifted up his long sleeves, sat down at the table, and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

He pointed to the steaming tea, and said calmly, "Before this cup of tea cools down, make a dish."

"Let me see what you're capable of."

……

That night, the lights in the courtyard in the west of the city were lit all night.

There is smoke from the kitchen in the back kitchen, rising continuously, the white smoke flutters far under the bright moon and stars, like a white horse, even the people living around can smell the mellow food aroma, and in the middle of the night, they are seduced by the gnats in their stomachs Itching, tossing and turning, tossing and turning.

At the same time, Guanghuazhai in the east of the city was also brightly lit.

Not long after the man in Tsing Yi walked into Wang Zirong's small courtyard, the news reached Wang Quwen's ears, which made her startled and angry, completely lost sleepiness, and paced back and forth anxiously throughout the night.

The Lord of Yizhai’s fear was so clear that everyone in Dongzhai, from the cook to the waiter, was trembling. No one dared to go to bed first. While struggling, he prayed desperately in his heart, hoping that things would not be as they imagined, otherwise...

Otherwise, if the people in Tsing Yi really chose Wang Zirong, wouldn't it mean that they chose the wrong side and the wrong team in this "seize the heir apparent" battle?

That is the bad news that the world will collapse, and the family's dream of prosperity for generations will come to naught!

Throughout the night, Dongzhai was immersed in a solemn and pessimistic atmosphere.

But when the daylight came up, the smoke in the small courtyard in the west of the city gradually stopped, and when the exact news about "Wang Zirong was formally accepted as a disciple by the man in Tsing Yi" came to Dongzhai, Wang Quwen, who had been holding on all night, finally couldn't hold it anymore, she pushed back the attendant, and her calf twitched. Soft, "plop" fell to the ground.

She lowered her head, unkempt messy hair hanging down her ears, her originally bright and unparalleled cheeks were extremely haggard at the moment, she was silent for a long time, and suddenly raised her hand to cover her cheek.

In the empty room, a suppressed, low cry gradually came out.

"Why did you choose her?"

The whereabouts of the man in Tsing Yi was a mystery. Wang Quwen didn't know that he had been staying in Yu's restaurant these days, so he didn't connect the matter of sending people to spread rumors and ruin the reputation of Yu's restaurant with the matter of the man in Tsing Yi accepting apprentices.

She just felt that she was wronged too much, completely wronged, and lost for no reason.The Elders' Association valued the person in Tsing Yi so much, and the other party's inheritance would definitely give Wang Zirong more points. This battle for Patriarch, which was already drawing to a close, had put down another decisive chip on the other end of the scale——

Enough to knock her down.

"Why choose her, what am I inferior to her?"

Wang Quwen looked down at her hands with bitter eyes.

Those were originally a pair of white and tender jade hands, but they were stained with thin calluses from years of cooking.Since she was young, she had aspired to surpass her direct descendants, and her requirements for herself have always been several times stricter than others, and she has never failed in the training of sword skills or fire... But why, she still can't beat Wang Zirong?

The grief and indignation reached the extreme, Wang Quwen's mind flashed the back of her younger brother who turned and left, and the letter that the other party left her while playing in Xianyou Street not long ago appeared in front of her eyes.

In the letter, I advised her to read it.

At that time Wang Quwen did not agree, but now, she is a little hesitant.

Could it be that she was destined not to be the head of the family?