Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

The next day.

The sky was gray, and it was raining lightly.

February has passed. From the solar terms, the beginning of spring has passed, but a cemetery on the outskirts of Jinguan City does not show the spring return of the solar terms.

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

This morning, Xia Yu and Zhu Qing wore plain clothes. Zhu Qing was wearing a black shirt and black ladies' trousers. She was holding a black umbrella in her hand, carrying Xia Yu, and standing quietly in one of them. Before the tombstone.

There is no inscription on the tomb of XX on the surface of the stele, only the simple and heavy "Xia" character.

"Sister, I came to see you."

Zhu Qing placed a bunch of white flowers under the tombstone, held the umbrella handle with his shoulders, folded his palms, lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes, in mourning and remembrance.

Her expression was plain, without a trace of sadness.

Perhaps time has already washed away the pain of the death of this loved one.The so-called time is the best antidote in the world, and that's it.

Xia Yu talked about feelings with the "parents" he had never met?Before coming, he had an indifferent attitude towards this feeling. 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 hold much weight in his heart, or in other words, did not exist at all.

however.

At this time, on this rainy day, looking at the tombstone of the word Xia, I felt inexplicable and throbbing.

For a moment, Zhu Qing slowly opened his eyes.

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

That old guy is naturally Xia Qing.

Zhu Qing was not surprised by Xia Yu, who had neither worship nor mourned, but she was not surprised by his behavior. On the contrary, she understood very well and said, "Ayu, isn't it strange?"

A wry smile appeared on his face.

"Parents or something, I haven't seen it since I can remember. They have no voice or appearance. They may be flatter than passersby in your eyes, like paper people." She said softly. .

The old man was very awkward. He had never told Xia Yu about the past, and he had not even kept a picture of his son and his wife.

It is estimated that when the old man wants to come, there shouldn't be something that makes people feel soft.

"I have a few photos here..."

Zhu Qing was about to flip through the bag she brought with him. Who knew that there was a soft bang, and the young man, who had a dull expression on his side for a few minutes, slowly kneeled and sat on the aisle of the cemetery. Because of the rain, the floor was inevitably slippery and cold. Zhu Qing said, "I have a pad of paper here, you can use it to pad."

"no need."

A quieter voice than usual.

The young man sat down on his knees with his palms folded, like an implorer under the idol, his face was serious and pious.

Pious?

Yes, it seems to be praying for faith, not mourning the deceased parents.

Zhu Qing was startled.

"Let's go." For a moment, the boy opened his eyes and got up.

"Hmm..." Zhu Qing answered.

Just like the raindrops in the sky, quietly, the two came quietly, and their steps were lightened when they went, as if they were afraid to disturb the sleeping people here.

Passing by a relatively large cemetery.

Obviously, this cemetery was bought by a wealthy family early, surrounded by fences, a funeral was going on silently inside, and clusters of black umbrellas were visible 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 family members who choked in a low voice were sent to a black car.

Several young men in black suits with sad faces stopped outside the cemetery at a loss after sending off their cars.

"Master... really gone?"

"It's gone."

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

"Why does Master agree to such a cruel halberd? The halberd that kills humans is backward, ignorant, and dark. It has long been banned by the authorities. Why does Master want to go to the meeting!"

A young man felt that the sky was falling and fell to his knees, hiding his face and crying.

For these apprentices and disciples, the top chair in the lineage of factions shattered and disappeared, and their world would also fall apart.

no doubt.

No matter what restaurant or restaurant, the chef who loses the top brand is predictable!

Xia Yu passed by and gave a glimpse of the few young people who were in a daze.

Get on the bus outside the cemetery.

Zhu Qing put away the black umbrella, patted the water droplets on Xia Yu and herself, and sat straight in the driving position, inserted the key, and the car had a slight engine vibration when it sparked.

"Where? Go straight back to the old house?" Hei Liang's clear eyes were reflected in the rearview mirror.

Xia Yu was thoughtful and didn't answer. After a while, Fang raised his head and smiled, and said, "Aunt Qing, did my parents die like that?"

"……Ok?"

Zhu Qingliu frowned, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Her heart beats.

Who knows that Xia Yu didn't go deep into it, and continued to laugh: "I, I was actually praying for the sacred law of eating halberd."

"There are losses and losses."

"There is life and death."

"At such a gambling table, everything is clear!"

As he said, Xia Yu lowered his eyes slightly, "And even if it is unfortunately lost, it is due to lack of strength. I think the dead will only leave with regret and unwillingness, rather than resentment and anger."

Zhu Qing opened his mouth, "Ayu, eating halberd for life and death has long been banned!"

"I know, it's just a metaphor... Besides, if it is explicitly forbidden, is it really forbidden? There are always dark corners that are not as bright." Xia Yu smiled, touched his heart, and saw the tombstone in the cemetery before. His throbbing, still in his heart, his eyes suddenly deepened, and there was a strange color that made Zhu Qing's heart tremble, "However, the rules are the rules. Later generations and inheritors can accept it safely, and things in the world often go back and forth like this!"

He suddenly stopped, "Go to Lans!"

"Lan's?"

"Which Lan family is there in Shu?" Xia Yu was funny, "Let's visit that old monster Lan Fengxian, I have something to ask him!"

Anyway, Zhu Qing recovered from a trance, looked down at the steering wheel in his hand, but was disturbed by waves in his heart, "Ayu, are you planning to fight?"

There is a trace of comfort in the eyes, but more worry and worry.

...

"Hand of God?"

Imperial Capital, Bai Yulou.

Comparing the ancient chess scores, the leader who set the game for himself and entertained himself, put down the chess scores, and wandered in the room with negative hands for a while.

Can't calm down.

Zhu Ji could not sit still since his apprentice Ye Feizhou reported something to him an hour ago.

Few people can remember the real name of this leader.

Zhu Ji.

Compared with his home name, the Chinese community is more willing to call a title representing his culinary skills and status-leader.

In a sense, "leading" is also a position.

He is in charge of the Chinese food industry.