Fang Yu took the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, and asked Liu Zhenqiang seriously:

"Brother Liu, I always hear others talk about this family, that family, can you tell me what a 'family' is."

"Are you sure you want to ask me about the 'Maison'? Even if it might be misleading to you? ”

"I confirm."

Liu Zhenqiang laughed and filled the teacup for Fang Yu.

"That's what you want, if you ask me before you join the Culinary Association, I can tell you a lot of things. But now that you're a member of the Culinary Association, I have to go through some of the procedures, or I'll be in big trouble when I go back. ”

Fang Yu felt that Liu Zhenqiang was making a fuss a little too much: "Isn't it just asking a question, why is there trouble, and we are also talking behind closed doors, as long as you believe me, I won't be fine if I don't say no?" ”

Liu Zhenqiang waved his hand, "Brother Fang, it's not as simple as you think, this world is much more magical than you think." There are many things that you will learn about later, so I won't talk to you more here, but I'll answer your question first. ”

Liu Zhenqiang dipped his hand in the tea and wrote two words on the coffee table, and Fang Yu looked at the word "family".

"You used to study history, what do you know about the 'family'?" Liu Zhenqiang did not explain to Fang Yu directly, but took the test for him first.

Although Fang Yu patronized and played when he was in college, and many professional courses were not easy to learn, he still remembered the basic knowledge:

"Originally, the family in ancient times referred to a noble family and a family that has been passed down from generation to generation, and in the "Historical Records", it refers to the biographies of the princes."

Liu Zhenqiang nodded slowly:

"Yes, in fact, there is another explanation for the family, which refers to a family that has a certain profession passed down from generation to generation. The word 'Sajia' you hear in the Culinary Association originally referred to this meaning before the Ming Dynasty. ”

"You mean to say that it has been referred to elsewhere since then?" Fang Yu asked sharply.

"Well, since you have joined the Culinary Association, you should know that the Association is a foreign product that has only appeared in the past half century, and there was no such thing in our country before.

A few decades ago, some people of insight advocated the introduction of the model of the Culinary Association, on the one hand, to save civilians in war in an organized way, and on the other hand, to dismantle the 'family' from within. At that time, many of the so-called 'families' were divided into one side, like princes. It was also at that time that the word 'Maison' became synonymous with them. ”

"Brother Liu, are you kidding, I have also seen some of the children of those families in the Cooking Association, their ancestors have passed down the skills of cooking, they are a culinary family, not a political family, how can it be as exaggerated as you say." Fang Yu retorted.

Liu Zhenqiang smiled self-deprecatingly, and said to Fang Yu:

"I'm not kidding, that's just the way it is. As for why a group of cooks would become a powerful party, the reason is simple, because they have extraordinary power. ”

After Liu Zhenqiang said this, he threw the bamboo teaspoon on the coffee table into the air, and his right hand was a knife, and he waved it back and forth twice in the air. Liu Zhenqiang's movements were fast, but with Fang Yu's eyesight, he could still see Liu Zhenqiang's movements clearly.

His hand didn't touch the teaspoon, but just drew a strange trajectory in the air, the teaspoon flying in the air didn't seem to be affected, just when Fang Yu thought that Liu Zhenqiang's cover-up had accidentally failed, the bamboo teaspoon fell on the coffee table, and "bang" scattered into a bunch of bamboo silk.

Fang Yu stood up suddenly, pointed to the bamboo silk on the table, and was speechless for a long time.

Wei Zhen also said in Fang Yu's mind in a surprised tone:

"I feel it, this is the power of the 'Dao', although it is so faint that it is difficult to perceive, but it is definitely the Dao involved in the 'Tao of Taste'."

Liu Zhenqiang saw Fang Yu's surprised and inexplicable appearance, and did not laugh:

"Isn't it amazing, this is the power of the 'Maison'."

"Brother Liu, are you..."

"That's right, I used to be a child of a family." Liu Zhenqiang nodded calmly, "Although I have left the 'family' for some reasons, this power is still in my body. ”

"Ask him, where does this power come from?" Wei Zhen urged Fang Yu eagerly.

Fang Yu sat back in his seat, stared at Liu Zhenqiang with wide eyes, and all kinds of magical brain holes in his mind flew out one after another:

"Brother Liu, how did you get this power, is it inherited from your family? Could it be that those culinary families all have the blood of ancient divine beasts? Or is it... What did you make a contract with and become a magician? ”

Liu Zhenqiang couldn't help but laugh when he heard Fang Yu's conjecture, "Brother Fang, you really dare to think about it, if I continue to say it, I should have four steel blades on my fist." ”

Liu Zhenqiang waved his hand to stop Fang Yu's boundless conjecture, and directly said the answer:

"This goes back hundreds of years, when something happened that had a profound impact on the land, and in many families that have been passed down for a long time, some legendary family heirlooms have become things with magical powers.

With the help of some special rituals, those families successfully integrated the power of those magical artifacts into the bloodline of the family, and since then they have gained extraordinary power. At that time, those families who passed on their culinary skills were still among the weaker ones, and they were usually attached to those powerful families.

However, in the middle of the previous dynasty, some changes took place in the world, and the culinary family rose up to swallow and control the former master, and the power became bigger and bigger, and gradually formed a situation of local division in modern times.

In modern times, when foreign enemies invaded, these families were busy with internal fighting, and as long as they did not reach their doorstep, they had no intention of fighting at all. Many families felt that the enemy was powerful, and they also took the initiative to take refuge in foreign captives, and used external forces to attack other families, becoming traitors.

Fortunately, when the nation was in danger, a group of people of insight gathered a group of enthusiastic young people through the culinary association to try their best to help the people who suffered from the war. In the struggle against foreign enemies and traitorous families, he won the support of the overwhelming majority of the people who were no longer willing to endure the oppressive rule of the family, and established a new national ....."

Fang Yu walked out of Liu Zhenqiang's teahouse, feeling like a world away. I went in and talked for a few hours, and when I came out, I felt that my entire worldview had been subverted, and I had studied history for four years, and it turned out that many of it had been tampered with.

Liu Zhenqiang briefly told Fang Yu about the development history of the family, and also reminded Fang Yu that when Fang Yu became a senior member of the Culinary Association in the future, he was likely to hear another different version of modern history. At that time, which one he is willing to believe depends on Fang Yu's own judgment.

Fang Yu returned to his small shop with emotion, the store was open, Fang Yu exchanged a few words with those regular customers, and then went to the back kitchen to guide Qi Yi and Qian Duoduo, and then returned to his room, ready to digest the information he got today with the chopstick.

As soon as he went upstairs, Su Agarwood called.

She said angrily that she had seen the warrants for the two murderers from yesterday, and that the composite portrait was completely different from the puzzle she had made yesterday. She called the police station to complain, and the police station insisted that this was drawn yesterday with the help of her and Fang Yu, which made her angry enough.

Listening to Su Shenxiang's words, Fang Yu thought to himself: This matter is really the same as what Brother Liu said, it seems that those two people should also be from the family. If it's not that the officials deliberately help them cover up the truth, it is that they have some kind of ability that can give people the illusion, just like when they took A-bian's entrusted mission.

Su Shen said in a huff, saying that Du Feibai also asked her not to interfere in this matter again, as if it didn't happen, and said that if it didn't happen, I am afraid that it would be dangerous.

Fang Yu's heart moved, it seems that Du Feibai should be the same as Liu Zhenqiang, he is also an insider. As soon as he thought of this, Fang Yu smiled.

Du Feibai is the honorary president of the Shudu Cuisine Association, a proper senior member of the association, and he may be at the helm of that family, how can he not know. Although Fang Yu doesn't have a good impression of Du Feibai, Su Agarwood should still be safe under his protection at present.

After complaining about Su Agarwood, she was still a little upset, Fang Yu comforted Su Agarwood and told her to listen to Du Feibai's words and ensure her safety first. Under Fang Yu's persuasion, Su Shenxiang reluctantly agreed to his suggestion.

At the end of this phone call, Su Agarwood said that she wanted to study the string of letters and numbers written by Shen Jiading before he died, and maybe she could find any clues. Fang Yu didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm, so he casually echoed a few words.

Walker Meow: When people are sick, their brains are easy to turn around, and they unconsciously wrote three chapters of dialogue, showing the setting in this way is a bit lacking in technical content, but the brain is really a little confused, and I can't think of a better plot when I look at the previous outline. I hope that tomorrow the illness will be better, regroup, and write well.

Finally, thank you to Baihua book friends, thank you for voting every day. Several times because I was too busy, I wanted to simply cut off for a few days, and as soon as I saw your support, I gritted my teeth and continued to code.

(End of chapter)