Chapter two hundred and one fragments

In the private room, the slightly quaint decoration style makes it full of a faint ancient style, Wang Ming stood in front of the bookshelf, holding the Tao Te Ching in his hand, his face was slightly undetectable, a trace of surprise passed over his face, the seemingly heavy scriptures, when he held it in his hand, there was not much weight, so that when Wang Ming was surprised, he turned around silently, came to Wei Lao, and handed the Tao Te Ching. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Open it."

Blocking the Tao Te Ching handed by Wang Ming, a smile appeared on the old face, and the body that was originally slightly lazy and leaning on the sofa also leaned forward slightly, and when he looked at Wang Ming, the soft color on his face was even stronger, and then, he said slowly.

As Wei Lao's voice fell, Wang Ming was slightly stunned, then nodded, and his dark eyes looked at the yellowed cover in his hand, this book of Tao Te Ching was made of cardboard, and a portrait of Lao Tzu was painted on it, but there was no name of the publishing house.

Wang Ming took a light breath, and then, under the gaze of Wei Lao, slowly uncovered the heavy book cover...

"This?"

Wang Ming was slightly startled, this so-called Tao Te Ching is just an empty shell, but there is something else inside it, looking at the objects that are wrapped in the secret compartment inside, Wang Ming once again fell on Wei Lao's body.

"Master? This is? ”

Wang Ming asked with some hesitation, as his voice fell, Wei Lao beckoned, and then, Wang Ming sat down beside him, and the scriptures containing items in his hand were also placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa by Wang Ming.

Wei Lao's face was slightly solemn, and when he sighed, his thin palm reached out and took out the object wrapped in yellow cloth, and then, under Wang Ming's gaze, slowly opened it...

In the yellow cloth, three slightly broken pieces of paper are placed at the top end, the paper is yellowed, telling the traces of the years, reflecting the bright lights in the room, you can see it, the font on it is a little strange, Wang Ming looked at it, some of them he could understand, and some of them seemed to understand...

"This is the Lishu font, originated in the late Western Han Dynasty, these three pages of fragments, is the original text of the three-way knife method, I have studied for so many years, and I have not fully understood it... As for your senior brothers, they don't have your talent, nor do you have your dedication to the way of cooking, I can feel that only in your hands, this three-way knife technique can be completely perfected. ”

Wei Lao whispered, his tone was calm, but the expectation in his eyes was also clearly interpreted by Wang Ming.

The thin palm gently poked out, picked up the three pages of paper, and when he put it aside, he revealed a wooden card below, which was scarlet red, without any font on it, and looked very ordinary, if it wasn't for Wei Lao so precious to put under those few pages, Wang Ming even thought that it was just an extremely ordinary piece of wood.

Wei Lao's gaze stayed on the scarlet wooden plaque, and his face was filled with a thick color of reminiscence, and there was a faint trace of pride.

"This wooden card, on behalf of our Lu identity, Lu cuisine is now divided into three major factions, Jinan cuisine, Jiaodong cuisine, and finally Confucian cuisine, and our branch belongs to the Confucian cuisine, these, when you come into contact with it in the future, you can naturally understand the mystery."

"Although the three major factions all belong to Lu cuisine, and they also have unique knife skills and cooking methods in their respective fields, they are extremely tacitly observant of the old rules, and they are each in their own business, and under the serious differentiation, the development of Lu cuisine over the years has gradually slowed down."

Wei Lao said softly, the helplessness in his tone made him seem to age a little older again in an instant, Wang Ming fell silent, but his heart was full of shocking waves, if he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he couldn't even believe that there were so many secrets in the way of cooking, and this, even in the previous life, with his identity, he did not have the slightest qualification.

Thinking of this, Wang Ming took a deep breath, a little dreamlike, but he also understood in his heart that everything that happened to him now was extremely real.

"Your five senior brothers, the senior brother has a mellow personality, as for the other three, they have become a little impetuous over the years with some achievements in their respective small fields, but the fifth elder, Zhu Liye, I put the most effort into him back then, but he is still not the right person to accept the inheritance of my Confucian faction."

Wei Lao's eyes were soft, and he said slowly, as his voice fell, Wang Ming's heart shook again, Wei Lao's meaning, he already understood everything.

"Master, actually..."

"I know that you are still young, and it is a little too selfish to put this burden on you."

Wang Ming just spoke, but before he could finish his words, Wei Lao waved his hand, and when he spoke, there was a trace of bitterness on the old man's face, and when it dissipated, his gaze fell on Wang Ming again.

"Master, I didn't mean that, I'm afraid that I will live up to your old trust when the time comes..."

Wang Ming opened his mouth to speak, and as his voice fell, Wei Lao's face drew a smile, and he immediately stretched out his thin palm and gently patted Wang Ming's shoulder.

"I have read countless people in my life, since I chose you as my closed disciple, and told you these things that even a few of your senior brothers don't know, it proves that I have great trust in you, and things are man-made, even if you can't integrate Lu Cai in the end, this can only show that this is God's will."

Wei Lao smiled and spoke, and when he stretched out his hand, he picked up the wooden card that exuded scarlet color, and solemnly placed it in Wang Ming's hand, and the smile on his face became even richer.

"The old stubbornness of the two factions, recognize the cards and don't recognize people, I will hand over the identity card of the Confucian family to you, I really hope that one day, you can make the other two factions one system, become our real Lu Cai, and no longer have any small factions, in that case, it can be regarded as my long-cherished wish in this life."

Wei Lao spoke again, and as his voice fell, Wang Ming's heart was complicated, but he still nodded, looked at the scarlet wooden card in his hand, and put it away.

"Wang Ming doesn't dare to promise anything to the master, but I will do my best."

Wang Ming's face was full of solemnity, he took a deep breath, and said slowly, the seriousness and firmness in his words made Wei Lao's face show relief, and he immediately nodded with a smile.

"These three pages of three-way knife technique, I don't have to keep this old bone, and now, I also give it to you, I hope you can understand the real mystery of it."

Wei Lao spoke again, the look of relief on his face was quite strong, and when the words came out, he reached out and picked up the three fragments, put them into the secret compartment of the Tao Te Ching, and handed them to Wang Ming in front of him.

"Master..."

Wang Ming's face showed a strong sense of gratitude, this kind of treatment, even the five senior brothers who have been with Wei Lao for many years have never had, but now, it has fallen on him, thinking of the guidance of the previous life, a sudden dream-like feeling quietly permeated in Wang Ming's heart.

In this life, not only did he make up for the shortcomings of the previous life, he was accepted by Wei Lao as a real disciple, but he also got the fragments of the three-way knife technique, and he also sat on the real heir of Confucian cuisine, which made Wang Ming's heart tremble When he was in a trance, a smile from the depths of his heart gradually spread from his face.

"Master... Thank you. ”

Wang Ming opened his mouth again, and as his voice fell, Wei Lao waved his hand, and the smile on his face was also quite rich.

"Okay, after the explanation, a big stone that has been pressed in my heart can be regarded as being unloaded."

Old Wei let out a long breath, and when he spoke, he looked at Wang Ming in front of him, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"That's... If it's nothing, you should rest early, I've been tired lately, I'll go back first, and I'll come to see you in two days. ”

Looking at the smile on Wei Lao's face, there was a trace of tiredness that could not be concealed, and Wang Ming was clearly caught, and seeing this, Wang Ming put the identity wooden card into the dark grid, looked at Wei Lao, and said softly, and as his voice fell, Wei Lao nodded with a smile, and when he just stood up, he seemed to remember something, and walked slowly in the direction of the bed.

"By the way, Xiaoliu, you wait a minute, I almost forgot, people are old, and when they are old, they are a little..."

Wei Lao said with a smile, the self-deprecation in his words made Wang Ming slightly stunned, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"This set of notes, almost my life's work, marked with a red pen, when you have time, look more, ponder more, if you don't understand, call me, although my old bones have been hanging spoons for many years, the dishes are enough to teach you hand-in-hand, but if you open your mouth to explain, there is still no problem."

As Wei Lao's voice fell, Wang Ming bit his lip, and then nodded solemnly, and when he took it into his hand, it was not heavy, but it gave Wang Ming a heavy feeling.

"Alright... Go back and rest, I'm tired too, after I go out, talk to Xiaoya's girl, let her rest early, this kid, the stubbornness in his personality, is not less than you..."

Wei Lao said softly, as his voice fell, Wang Ming smiled and nodded, and then, after saying goodbye to Wei Lao, he walked slowly towards the hall.

Looking at Wang Ming's back and disappearing at the door of the room, the smile on Wei Lao's face gradually dissipated, and when his gaze was withdrawn, a soft murmur also came out of his mouth.

"Little one... I'm really looking forward to seeing you rise to prominence in my lifetime..."

Wang Ming walked out of the room, and when she came to the hall, Xiao Ya was sitting on a stool in the hall, looking at the newspaper in her hand, and when she saw Wang Ming walking out, she raised her head, revealing that cold face.

"Elder Wei asked me to tell you, rest early... His old man has been a little tired lately, and he has spent another night of socializing today, and he has already rested. ”

Wang Ming's voice came out, his dark eyes looked at Xiao Ya with a cold face, and immediately nodded, and as his voice fell, Xiao Ya pondered for a moment, her eyes were withdrawn from the Tao Te Ching in Wang Ming's hand, and she was still walking slowly towards the room where Wei Lao was...

Looking at the figure of Xiao Ya, who was still walking towards Wei Lao's room, Wang Ming shook his head, and then walked out of the door slowly.

"How stubborn..." )