"Ready...... Open!" Fan Xiaoqian shouted, and the dishes on the table were lifted together.

"Huh!?" Fan Cheng shouted in surprise.

"Ah!??h

They were amazed, because the food they cooked was very similar!

There is meat and fish on the kneading rice, although the varieties and styles of soft fish are different, but this is obviously sushi, fried shrimp and vegetables, light color scheme and sauce on the side, tempura is what it does, to say that the biggest difference should be Fan Cheng's cooking there, where Wen Jia made a bowl of soup dishes, smelling the once familiar taste, Fan Cheng knew that there must be miso in it, was it originally on her body?

"How do you know this!?" Wen Jia asked in surprise.

"So you're ......," Fan Cheng's gaze fell on the clasp near her neck again.

No wonder it's familiar, the flower on the button is the sixteen-petal eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern of the Japanese royal family.

"So you should actually be called Jiazi?" Fan Cheng asked directly.

"You actually know about our family?" Wen Jia was surprised.

"I don't know much about this world, but I just do, I really didn't expect that you were still a princess. Fan Cheng said.

"What a princess, I haven't had that title for a long time, I'm a northeasterner, and my family is no different from other families except for some special names. Wen Jia said.

"Wait, what the hell are you talking about!?" Fan Xiaoqian was confused.

Actually, things are very simple.

As mentioned before, Japan was silent because of the huge earthquake, and only a small number of people survived, including the imperial family and a small number of nobles, who were rescued and moved inland to survive in northern China.

This history has no impact in this world, and it is not in the textbooks, so people like Fan Xiaoqian don't know about it at all.

And this girl who does not have the surname Wen, but has Wenjia as her name written on her ID card, is obviously the Japanese royal family, and only they will not have a surname because of their royal status.

"Then why do you use a word in your name?" asked Fan Cheng.

"It's so special to call it directly Jiazi or something, so every generation of girls in the family will add a word like a surname in front of it, my generation is Wen, and my sisters and I are all this word, so you can still call me that in the future. Wen Jia said.

"So my sister is a princess?" Fan Xiaoqian finally reacted a little.

"It's not a princess, it's a Northeast girl like you!" Wen Jia clicked Fan Xiaoqian's nose and said: "When I was a child, I was bullied because my classmates knew my identity, and the girls who bullied me at that time called me princess, so I hate this title very much!"

"Okay, let's not scream, by the way, do you drink?". Fan Cheng asked Wen Jia.

"Wine, don't drink it, it's too spicy!" Wen Jia said.

"It's not spicy, it's plum wine. Fan Cheng said.

"Really!?You still have plum wine here!?" Wen Jia was very surprised, plum wine is also a very common type of wine in Japan, in fact, whether it is plum wine or miso, it is very likely that it was transmitted to Japan from China, but it may not have been this taste at all when it was passed down in the past, and then it became the current taste after being cultivated by the Japanese from generation to generation.

The plum wine was made shortly after Fan Cheng had just crossed over, and after several months of brewing, it is now ready to drink.

Fan Cheng and Wen Jia poured a glass and drank it slowly, Fan Xiaoqian was very greedy when she saw it, but under the serious eyes of the third uncle, she still gave up the idea of ordering wine.

Halfway through the drink, Wen Jia asked, "When you're all done, it's time for me to ask, right?" Third uncle, why do you know our family heirloom?"

"This is not your family cooking, this is your Japanese cuisine, I had a Chinese teacher named Fujiwara when I was in elementary school, and she taught me this. Fan Cheng said.

Now there are still some Japanese survivors in the north who follow the former surname, Fan Cheng does have a teacher surnamed Fujiwara in his memory, that is a middle-aged woman with a mouth full of big ballast flavor Northeast dialect, he had a bad relationship with this teacher back then, and later the teacher passed away due to illness, and now she has become Fan Cheng's shield, and many things that he is not easy to explain have been pushed to this teacher.

She doesn't care about Wen Jia's princess status and the people around her don't care very much, obviously after a few centuries, the blood of the Japanese royal family has been completely integrated into China, and they will no longer claim to be royals at all, in the world, I'm afraid only Fan Cheng, a guy who has traveled through the world of the Japanese royal family and still retains it, will feel that Wen Jia has something to do with some royal princess.

I don't know why, Fan Xiaoqian, who usually eats a lot, eats fast and little today, and after eating in three times and two times, she gets up and wants to go home, and at this time Fan Cheng and Wen Jia have not finished eating half of it, Fan Cheng and Wen Jia both understood something but didn't say much, pretending to be okay and sending the girl out, and the two came back to continue.

"You're not bad here, it's pretty quiet. Wen Jia looked around and said.

"It's a little small, but it's comfortable to live in, but thanks to Xiaoqian, without her, it's very dirty and messy. ”

"I know, man, huh, you can play guitar, and keyboards?" suddenly saw instruments piled up at the edge of the room.

"Oh, somewhat. Fan Cheng said.

"It's amazing, it's so versatile, come and talk to me about it!" Wen Jia ran over and got the guitar and said.

"I haven't played it in a while...... Fan Cheng first found a rag to wipe the piano, and in recent months he has been busy with the work of the television station, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated on these instruments.

After wiping it off, he began to tune it, and it took more than ten minutes to patiently finish this set of work, and Fan Cheng finally said, "What do you want to sing for you...... Well, listen to Ruby Ring. ”

"Across the frosted glass windowsill is the street of the wind / No need to ask my heart to talk never stop......"

The humming like chanting, accompanied by a relaxed tone and uneven but free and casual playing, in the ears of Wen Jia, who usually hardly drinks, what he heard was the soft chatting and teasing of adults between half-dreaming and half-waking.

This is the first ...... What a weird song...... Does it sound good?...... Isn't it ugly?...... I'm afraid I'll have to listen to it a few more times before I know for sure......

Fan Cheng's song in his world comes from Satoshi Terao's 1981 composition, which is a divine comedy that sold 1.6 million copies in one year and topped the sales charts of the year.

Before the release of Satoshi Terao's song, the senior management of the brokerage company thought after hearing it what kind of broken song it was, and it could be sold as a kind of song that sounded like humming and chanting?

Eventually, it was another senior executive who found it interesting that Satoshi Terao was able to release the song as his fifth single.

It's as if the executives heard it for the first time, the song was really unpopular at the beginning of its release, and the fans felt that the song sounded too unserious, and it felt as if Satoshi Terao himself was sitting there, wearing black sunglasses, hanging his arms and talking and laughing without mind.

Just like some girls who claim to be second-sight beauties, this song is clearly the genre that gets more and more flavorful the more you listen to it, and after a period of release, the sales of the single began to gradually increase, and finally accumulated an astonishing sales of 1.6 million in one year.

The woman who does food-related work obviously has no professional music appreciation ability, but the man who plays the piano is very sexy, plus after drinking wine and listening to Fan Cheng's humming, Wen Jia feels that even her consciousness is beginning to be foggy.

Sing a song.

"Wen Jia, where do you live after you get here?" Fan Cheng asked, although he said that he would provide food and lodging when he talked about work before, but after arriving here, Wen Jia said that he didn't need it.

"Actually, my home is in Yangji. Wen Jia shook the plum wine in the cup and said.

"No wonder. Fan Cheng nodded, the Japanese royal family integrated here after coming to China, and finally settled in the north, and it was obviously normal for them to settle in Yangji, the largest city in the north.

"How about we open a restaurant that specializes in this kind of food?" Fan Cheng said, pointing to the Japanese food in front of him.

"But there aren't many of them in our family, and only a few of them have been passed down. Wen Jia said.

"I will, I can teach you all when the time comes, and don't forget that I still have a program in my hand, as long as these dishes are used in the program, it will be easy to promote to the whole country at that time. ”

"Huh, I see, is this the essence of this show?" Wen Jia said in surprise.

"If it's a mega TV station or a state-owned TV station, of course we won't do it, but we are a private TV station, and it's not up to us to decide what we do. Fan Cheng said.

"Then I'll go home and tell my family about it. Wen Jia said.

At this moment, the sudden sound of the phone broke the subtle resonance between the two.

"It's a little late, I'm going back!" Wen Jia stood up and said.

"I'll send you. Fan Cheng stood up and said.

"No, you answer the phone. Wen Jia said.

It doesn't matter, it's Brother Sun.

"Hey?" Fan Cheng picked up Sun Maofeng's call.

"Fan Cheng, you must make time for the day after tomorrow!" Sun Maofeng said.

"The day after tomorrow, what's wrong?"

"My ancestor said he wanted to meet you!" Sun Maofeng said loudly.

"Your family's grandfather!?see me!?your family's grandfather is...... Old Man Ma?!" Fan Cheng couldn't help but raise his voice.

He couldn't help but be surprised, if he wanted to say that Sun Maofeng's ancestor was still alive, that is, the old man Ma San who was both virtuous and artistic, but Fan Cheng remembered that the old man would also be diagnosed with cancer this year, right? Will there be time to see him? Or is it that the old man in this world is not sick?

But in any case, there is no doubt that with this opportunity, Fan Cheng must go to see this old man.