"Nine Phoenix Tower"

Fang Jingzhi looked at the three words and slowly read them.

Others didn't know what it was like, they were all accompanied by smiling faces, but Fang Jingzhi's eyes didn't know how sour they were.

He was nearly a hundred years old, but he was also young.

Once upon a time, he was in his prime, drinking and chatting with his brother in a restaurant.

Those are the most beautiful memories of his life, and now he sees the three words of Jiufeng Tower.

Everything around seems to have changed.

The vehicles that come and go seem to have become rickshaws of the past, and various shopping malls and shops have also become silk stalls and tea shops at that time.

At this moment, the world was quiet, and in Fang Jingzhi's ears, there was only the sound of the year's cries.

The tears are hazy, and this is it.

Maybe only Song Zixuan can understand his grandfather's feelings at this time, and there are also elders like Ling Zhen, Ouyang Fengyao, and Cheng Huaili.

"Grandpa, let's go up. ”

Fang Jingzhi nodded slowly.

Since the hotel only has two floors and no elevator has been built, Song Zixuan directly carried the old man upstairs with his back.

Sang Tianshuo followed behind with a wheelchair.

After this coma, Fang Jingzhi's legs and feet were obviously not good, and it was a problem to walk a few steps, so he naturally sat in a wheelchair.

In this way, Han Rong can also push him around in the courtyard and bask in the sun.

When he arrived on the second floor, Fang Jingzhi said with emotion: "Grandson, you have a heart, the decoration here is really good, but it is better than the Jiufeng Building back then." ”

When he said this, everyone laughed.

Ling Zhen said: "Old man, this is not what it used to be, today's decoration materials and design concepts are too advanced, and they must be much stronger than in the past." ”

Fang Jingzhi nodded knowingly: "Do you drink?"

"Drink, grandpa, there is good wine today, but don't drink too much, I'll pour you a cup." ”

"Good"

There are many people in the back kitchen today, not only the head chef Han Fei, but also Hu Zhen, Zheng Hui, and Li Yan have also been transferred by Song Zixuan.

For such a big event, Xunfeng Garden and Fa Cai Hotel were all closed for one day.

Moreover, the production of the Tang family's fried rice has been completely on track, and Song Zixuan also plans to let Li Yan simply stay in Jiufeng Tower.

After all, compared to cooking skills and experience, Li Yan is no less than Han Fei.

Of course, Li Yan had no pursuit for the position of head chef, and Song Zixuan and Baylor also decided to let him be the head chef, but with the treatment of head chef.

The kitchen is full, there are many people, and the food is naturally served quickly.

The exquisite dishes were served, and the entire Jiufeng Building instantly changed from empty to full.

Even some reporters rushed to hear the news and began to interview guests and staff.

However, in order not to disturb the old man, Song Zixuan still asked Sang Tianshuo and them to stop all the reporters on the first floor.

There are more private rooms on the second floor, and try to keep them clean.

The second floor of Jiufeng Building is basically dominated by private rooms, with two exceptions.

There are three doors leading to the balcony.

Each door is in a small hall.

Two of the rooms are open dining tables, and although they are separate, they are not enclosed private rooms.

Diners can walk to the balcony at any time and watch the bustling Dumen Commercial Street.

The other hall serves as a corridor so that other people in the private rooms can also pass through to the balcony.

The hall is furnished with sofas, coffee tables and feng shui fish tanks.

Soon, Fang Jingzhi's table of dishes was also served.

Ling Zhen smiled: "This dish is served, where is Zixuan?"

"That's right, Elder Fang is here, does this kid have anything else to do?" Cheng Huaili also said.

Fang Jingzhi looked around: "Is this rabbit cub playing with grandpa?" "Haha, Elder Fang, that's impossible, it must be busy with other houses, right?" I heard that there are leaders coming today, and it is normal for Zixuan to entertain in the past. ”

Fang Jingzhi nodded,

A few people were chatting, and they saw Song Zixuan, who was wearing a chef's uniform, walking into the hall with a large soup bowl in his hand.

"Here comes the main course, grandpa, you can taste the food!"

When the words fell, Song Zixuan put the dish on the table, and at this moment, almost everyone was attracted by this dish.

First of all, this is made by Song Zixuan himself, and in Ouyang Fengyao's mouth, the dishes made by chefs who are comparable to the gods of cooking in the north and south are naturally enough.

Second, at the moment when the smell of the dish wafted out, the two chef gods, Cheng Huaili, Wang Chengyong and others were stunned.

"I said, boy, have you been cooking for a long time? Yes, although I haven't tasted this dish yet, this taste is absolutely amazing. ”

Wang Chengyong said.

"Well, let the prince boast, I'm so honored, then you can taste it, but"

As he spoke, Song Zixuan put a small bowl in front of the old man.

"But grandpa has to taste it first. ”

Everyone nodded, as if they praised Song Zixuan's filial piety.

Fang Jingzhi closed his eyes slightly and nodded: "Grandson, this dish is done!"

Song Zixuan was excited in his heart, although before the old man commented on it, he had already confirmed that this dragon had become a dragon, but when he heard the old man say this, his heart was instantly steady.

Fang Jingzhi followed and tasted it, and everyone looked at him, as if waiting for the evaluation of this top Chinese chef god.

However, Fang Jingzhi's expression was not so exaggerated, he just nodded slowly: "The taste is right, give me a drink!"

Song Zixuan immediately raised his glass and handed it to the old man's mouth, and Fang Jingzhi took a sip.

Then, it was Ling Zhen and others who tasted the dishes.

But their reaction was exaggerated.

Especially Ouyang Fengyao, his eyes widened, and he quickly tasted a few more bites.

"Wonderful, wonderful, Zixuan, this old man doesn't dare to ask you where you come from, I just want to say what I am waiting for the god of cooking!"

Ling Zhen smiled: "Hahaha, Feng Yao, what you said is interesting, now you see that I can mention the word kitchen god?"

When he said this, the crowd laughed.

Indeed, in their hearts, Song Zixuan is the real Chinese kitchen god, and the younger generation is better than the blue after all!

Fang Jingzhi also laughed, he put down his chopsticks, and said, "Grandson, grandpa, I definitely won't live for a few days, you came close." ”

For a moment, the hall was instantly quiet.

Song Zixuan leaned forward and whispered: "Grandpa, look at this big day, what are you talking about?"

Although Song Zixuan also understood it in his heart, he couldn't help but feel sad when he heard Fang Jingzhi say it in person.

"Since ancient times, no one has died, and the old man has lived for almost a hundred years. ”

"Grandson, you remember, cooking skills are the benchmark for life, and if you choose a kitchen business, you must know which bowl of rice you eat. ”

Song Zixuan straightened up and nodded.

"People, when can you not forget your roots, do cooking, absorb the advantages of the world's food, you can't be exclusive, but you must guard the treasures left by our ancestors, and you can't forget your roots!"

"Holding a frying spoon in your hand, that is respect, who do you respect? It is yourself, the predecessor of the kitchen industry, and the ancestor of our Huaxia!"

Everyone nodded, and at this time, whether it was Ling Zhen, who was over the age of old, or Wang Chengyong, Ouyang Fengyao, Cheng Huaili and others, they were all full of sincerity.

They knew that the old man was also speaking to them, and he was speaking to Huaxia Kitchen.

Fang Jingzhi looked around at everyone, although his gaze was a little dull, but it was extremely shocking.

"Listen, what is a kitchen god? It's not a status, it's a job! You have to do your job well. ”

"What does a kitchen do? It's a business of serving, you have to learn to serve customers. ”

"The one who comes is a guest, the guest is the master, you all remember, you can only serve you with a frying spoon, then you are worthy of the word kitchen god!"

Everyone applauded, and Ling Zhen and the others even had tears in their eyes.

"Listening to your words is better than reading a book for ten years, Master Fang, Ling Zhen has been taught!"

"Feng Yao is taught!"

"Wang Chengyong is taught!"

"Huaili remembers Elder Fang's words and spurs himself all his life!"

Fang Jingzhi smiled slightly and looked at everyone.

"I'm tired, I'm so tired, grandson, help me home, I'm going to sleep. ”

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

I saw the old man's eyes slowly closed, as if he said that he would sleep and sleep.

Song Zixuan was even more stunned, his eyes widened to see his grandfather, and tears suddenly snatched out of his eyes.

He stepped closer and hugged Fang Jingzhi into his arms, he only remembered that at this moment, his grandfather's body was still warm.

Song Zixuan stayed at home for two days, never leaving Fang Jingzhi for half a step, and he didn't know how many times he cried.

But Fang Jingzhi never said a word to him again.

Three days later, the cemetery on the outskirts of Dumen.

Nearly 100 people dressed in black worshiped Elder Fang.

Song Zixuan, as the eldest grandson, bowed to everyone.

He lay in front of Fang Jingzhi's tomb, and his tears never stopped.

Tang Yaqi has been standing beside Song Zixuan, bowing with him and crying with him.

The old man was buried, and everyone was about to leave.

I saw a group of people walking towards the old man's tomb.

At the head was a septuagenarian, dressed in a black tunic with black and white hair neatly backed.

The old man's eyes were not big, but they were bright, and he could see that there were tears in his eyes.

At the moment, he was in a wheelchair and was pushed over.

And there are several people behind him who are relatively young, and the youngest seems to be in his twenties.

The person pushing the wheelchair, Song Zixuan is no stranger, it is Ono Junichi.

"Nanye Kei?" Ouyang Fengyao said.

Ling Zhen also looked over: "Yes, why is he here." ”

The person who came was none other than the kitchen god of Yingguo, Kei Minamino!

Minamino Kei was pushed to the tomb, and he didn't say hello to the north and south kitchen gods, although it was also an old friend.

I saw that he suddenly exerted his strength and stood up with both hands supporting the armrest of the wheelchair.

It can be seen that he can no longer walk, and this station relies on the strength of his arms.

Poof!

I saw that as soon as he let go of his hands, he knelt directly in front of Fang Jingzhi's tomb, and tears flowed down at the same time.

Ono and the others wanted to serve, but Minamino Kei raised his hand directly: "Leave me alone!"

Several people stopped.

Minamino Kei lowered his head and cried.

"Teacher, the students are here, to see you off for the last time. ”

After saying that, he kowtowed three times.

Song Zixuan heard that this was much more standard than Ono's Huaxia language.

After kowtowing, Minamino Kei sighed: "Fifty years later, teacher, you are still my most respected Chinese people, and the number one chef in Asia in my heart." ”

For a moment, everyone stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

In the end, Nanye Kei turned his head to look at Ling Zhen and Ouyang Fengyao.

"The god of cooking in the north and south of China, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

The two nodded, this occasion was not an occasion to catch up, so they didn't say anything.

Immediately, Nanye Kei looked at Song Zixuan again: "You are the teacher's final disciple, right?"