The call was from Meng Fei, and there was only one sentence......

"Hey, Mr. Bai, my dad...... Passed away......"

Bai Feng suddenly felt that the sky had fallen, and a feeling of confusion arose, this was the first time she had this feeling when she came to this world.

She didn't know when she was already in her heart, and she regarded Meng Yun as a relative, a teacher, a friend, or a gentle elder.

After the pain, she packed her bags, and before leaving, she still called Mo Bei, and after Mo Bei knew it, she was silent, but then, she asked in a daze.

"Call Uncle Pan, I think, he must have seen Teacher Meng for the last time......"

Bai Feng nodded......

The three of them originally took a plane to Beijing, but because of the fog, the plane was delayed and they didn't know when it would be, so they had no choice but to drive.

Halfway through the car, it was drizzling lightly, and Bai Feng lowered his speed.

Pan Jianguo has really drunk a lot of broth with Bai Feng in the past two years, and his fourth barbecue in the world is next to Bai Feng, and his craftsmanship is indeed very good, which has also attracted many diners.

Of course, he often visits the door, and his relationship with Bai Feng and Mo Bei is also extraordinary, plus the three of them met Meng Yun when they were recording "The First Chef in the World", and this relationship is not the same.

At this moment, he felt that the atmosphere was a little stuffy, so he wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard Mo Bei pick up the phone, and said a few words on the phone, and after hanging up, Mo Bei said it first.

"I asked my family to find out a little bit about the situation...... The Meng family claimed that Teacher Meng died of illness, but it was actually a car accident!"

Bai Feng squeaked on the brakes and almost threw the two people in the back row to the front!

"Car accident?"

"Car accident!"

She and Pan Jianguo were fluted at the same time, and Mo Bei nodded.

"But things seem to be very troublesome, it seems to have something to do with Zhiwei Restaurant, and my family is still inquiring about the specifics, but listening to the tone, it seems that this matter is not too much like an accident, some like ...... Artificial ......"

Pan Jianguo gasped and asked incredulously.

"Isn't that murder? Impossible, Mr. Meng treats people gently, has no enemies, and now that he is not a chef, how can anyone murder him?"

"Specific...... I don't know, my family is just speculating, saying that it may have something to do with a certain interest group, and now the news is very strict, I have to ask Meng Fei for the specific situation......"

Bai Feng stepped on the accelerator pedal vigorously and snorted lowly.

"If it's a disease and death, it's fine, if someone really killed Teacher Meng with his hands and feet, I will definitely make him regret coming to this world!

Mo Bei and Pan Jianguo glanced at each other and couldn't help frowning......

The red Aston Martin drove fast on the drizzly highway, like red lightning, shuttling through the rain at high speed.

Three hours later, in an ordinary small village on the northern outskirts of Beijing, the door of the Meng family's old house was closed.

Bai Feng, Mo Bei, and Pan Jianguo, all dressed in black, solemnly knocked on the tiger head knocker of the wooden door in the rain.

After a while, the wooden door creaked, and someone pulled it open from the inside, and it was Meng Fei who opened the door, but it was not the shy and simple sunny boy of the past, but a blue stubble on his face, his eyes were deep-set, his hair was unkempt, he was wearing sackcloth, and he was holding a paper stick in his hand......

"Mourning ......"

"Mourning ......"

Mo Bei and Pan Jianguo comforted him in a low voice, patted him on the shoulder respectively, Bai Feng looked up and glanced into the courtyard, the small courtyard was not big, there was a black lacquered coffin parked in the temporary board room on the left, and the innermost hall was a furnished mourning hall, and there were many people sitting on both sides at the moment, chatting while smoking......

Bai Feng didn't say a word, raised her feet and walked in, just after entering, Qin Shuang also came out, she was wearing a white headscarf, wearing filial piety clothes, obviously worshipping with children's rites, it seemed that she had just cried, and her eyes were red and swollen.

"Mr. Bai...... You're here......"

Bai Feng was still silent, his face was like frost, his feet were stepping on the muddy water, step by step, step by step, slowly but firmly, step by step to the mourning hall.

"Filial piety!"

"This ......"

Bai Feng stretched out his hand, Meng Fei was a little embarrassed, Meng Yun's death was not cremated, but a funeral was held in his hometown, of course, in accordance with the customs of his hometown.

This filial piety dress is not something that anyone can wear, it must be the descendants of the deceased, but Bai Feng, coming to pay tribute at this moment, at most can only be regarded as relatives and friends, it is enough to tie a paper flower on the chest, if you don't pay attention to it, you don't even need a paper flower.

At most, just bow and burn incense, and then take some money.

Bai Feng stubbornly stretched out his hand, Qin Shuang took a set from the side and handed it to Bai Feng, and whispered thank you.

Mo Bei was more stubborn than Bai Feng, and went directly to get a set for himself, of course Pan Jianguo would not be hypocritical, and he also got a set for himself with a calm face.

With a flick of his hand, the white solemn filial piety clothes were put on, and Bai Feng also tied a headscarf on his head, which made the people sitting next to him curious.

"Hey, what kind of people are these three? Why are they wearing filial piety clothes?"

"I don't know, it's not like it's from the village, it's definitely not a relative of the old Meng family anyway......"

"Yes, although Lao Meng rarely goes back to the village, I know all their relatives, and I have never seen these three......"

"Why does this woman still tie a headscarf, this can only be tied by children or daughters-in-law, is it difficult to ......"

"Won't you...... What did Meng Fei do with this kid, isn't he engaged to Qin Shuang?"

"Not necessarily, it may be Lao Meng's illegitimate daughter outside, after all, Lao Meng is also a celebrity, so rich......"

"your second uncle, can you accumulate some virtue?"

"My second uncle is you...... Oops...... Don't fight, second uncle, can't I say it?"

……

Bai Feng was already kneeling in the mourning hall, and Mo Bei and Pan Jianguo were behind her!

Kowtow......

Kowtow......

Kowtow again......

Suddenly raising her head, tears rained down, she remembered the first time she saw Meng Yun, he always had a faint smile, he faced the Tianfu Zhao family, neither humble nor arrogant, did not choose favoritism, but always upheld justice and truth, and stood on his side.

He has dedicated his life to the country and the people, insisting on supporting high-quality Zhiwei restaurants and national dishes......

"Mr. Bai ......"

Meng Fei and Qin Shuang also cried, and the villagers next to them sighed and came up to comfort them......

Bai Feng couldn't move, and despite these people's hard work, she still knelt on the ground......

For a long time, in front of the stormy mourning hall, he pulled out the topaz suona that had been small from his arms......

Suona whimpering, birds contending!

A song "Hundred Birds and Phoenix" swayed leisurely from the spirit shed!

There is no suona song in this world, and in the world of Bai Feng, this song "Hundred Birds and Phoenix" is only worthy after the death of a respected person.

Therefore, she knelt in front of Meng Yun's spiritual seat and played the most difficult suona song "Hundred Birds and Phoenix" for him!