Years later, when Hao Xian combined the pride of Northeast cuisine with some kind of Northwest cuisine that has been passed down for more than 2,000 years, he would think of the evening when Zheng Xinwen was dying.

After being sent to Harbin in 1938, Hao Xian soon met a middle-aged man who appeared to be of Russian descent on the street, followed him all the way home, and met Zheng Xinwen lying on a sickbed.

His hair was white, his brows were full of wrinkles and sorrow, and his eyes were stubbornly wide as he stared at the roof.

The aging Anna sat next to Zheng Xinwen, holding one of his hands, her head hanging down on her chest, already asleep from a nap.

Hao Xian didn't want to see Zheng Xinwen again in this way.

"Dad, I'm back!" Zheng Yiling pushed open the door and hurried to his father's bedside.

"How's it going at Houdefu Restaurant?" Zheng Xinwen hurriedly asked.

"Dad, don't worry, the shopkeeper is very enthusiastic about me, and I went smoothly today." Zheng Yiling held his father's empty hand, "Next, as long as you recover from your illness with peace of mind, and when the devil is beaten away, we can reopen the True Taste House!" ”

Zheng Xinwen shook his head: "I know my body myself, I can't last that time." The only thing I'm worried about is you, Yiling, your culinary talent is the best among your brothers, and it would be a shame if it was wasted. Now that I've found a place for you to cook, I don't have to worry about it. ”

Zheng Yiling grabbed his father's hand and shook his head vigorously: "Dad, don't talk, take a good rest." ”

Zheng Xinwen's face turned a little ruddy, and he said excitedly: "If it weren't for the devil coming, how could Zhenweiju not be able to operate in Bingcheng all these years!" I hate it, I hate it! ”

Anna moved slightly, as if she was dreaming, she pursed her mouth and muttered to herself: "Xinwen, the spicy fried pork you made is really delicious...... Can you keep making it for me......"

"Do! Always make it for you to eat! In the next life, I still have to learn to cook, learn to cook well, trick you home, and cook food for you every day! Zheng Xinwen smiled like a child, and then suddenly coughed violently.

"Dad, I'll get you water!" Zheng Yiling was about to pour hot water for his father, but found that he couldn't break free of his father's hand, he didn't expect that he could still feel such power from his father's skinny hands.

"Xinwen?" Anna was also awakened by the sound of coughing, and looked nervously at her wife.

"Stay with me...... The others should not have time to make it back...... At least you stay with me......" Zheng Xinwen held the hands of his wife and son, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

In the middle of his death, he suddenly looked in one direction, and there was no one there, but he felt as if there was another person who was very familiar with him standing there.

Zheng Xinwen let go of the hand that was holding Zheng Yiling and raised it in that direction.

He felt as if someone was holding his hand.

There's no one there.

"By the way, I haven't learned the stir-fried ice core of Zhimiaolou yet! What a shame...... You can learn for me, junior brother! ”

Zheng Xinwen said the last words of his life against the air.

He didn't know why he said that, and he didn't even know who the junior brother he was talking about was.

But he just felt that his junior brother was here, and the junior brother who had studied art with him in the small dining room of Prince Gong's Mansion for ten years was here.

Hao Xian watched Zheng Xinwen's hand pass through his palm, hanging weakly on the bed, choked up and said, "Okay, I will definitely learn the fried ice core for you!" ”

He had already burst into tears.

Zheng Yiling poured good water, and when he saw that his father had closed his eyes, he couldn't tell whether he was regretful or relieved.

"Dad!!"

"New ......"

Hao Xian turned around and walked out of the room, constantly wiping his eyes with his hands.

"Damn, I was taken advantage of, why am I a junior brother, I was seven years older than you when I entered Prince Gong's mansion...... Forget it, for the sake of you being born more than 100 years earlier, I will let you be a senior brother......

"Hey, cook, it's time to send me back! Why can I still shed tears in my soul state, you just deliberately let me come over and get a knife, right? ”

As if answering Hao Xian's question, the Wheel of Time and Space reappears, sending Hao Xian to the future......

……

The elderly Zheng Yiling is seeing off his son Zheng Xuezhang, the former is already in his sixties, and the latter is still a young man in his twenties, and the traces of mixed race have faded a lot.

Hao Xian stood aside and watched this scene, which made him want to grab the kitchen sutra floating next to him and rub it hard.

"Again? What the hell do you want to do, haven't I cried hard enough? ”

The chef floated to himself and ignored him.

"I'll just say that your disciple is too strict." Zheng Yiling looked at his son sadly and said.

"It's all for their good." Zheng Xuezhang replied with a serious face.

"Then there's no need for every apprentice to drink so much porridge, everyone wants to eat delicious, otherwise what kind of cooking will they come to learn? You have to let them only drink porridge, and they are usually so strict, look at it, they are hated by their apprentices. ”

"Most of these children are from the countryside, and their tastes are relatively heavy, so they must first get rid of their heavy tastes before they can learn to cook well, and it is necessary to drink porridge for a month after kowtowing." Zheng Xuezhang still looks unsmiling.

"What's the use of saying that now? You're so confused, you're so careless, wrapping food in a newspaper with the leader's portrait will give people the opportunity to report you for your fate, now it's okay, you're going to be sent to such a far place, I don't know if you can come back in the Year of the Monkey, I'm afraid I can't wait for you to send it to the end! Zheng Yiling couldn't help but shake his head and said.

Zheng Xuezhang didn't speak again this time, because he didn't know how to comfort his father.

After a few years, it will be a good day and a good time, and no one will say it......

……

Hao Xian's tears were not wiped away, and he was sent to the next scene.

In the hot kitchen, middle-aged Zheng Xuezhang is concentrating on cooking.

Not far away, a dark-haired boy carefully removed a kitchen knife from the kitchen counter.

The young man who was arranging the plate next to him saw it, walked over quickly, and slapped him hard!

"Stinky boy, who told you to mess with my kitchen knife!"

The little boy glanced at Zheng Xuezhang aggrievedly, Zheng Xuezhang raised his head when he heard the movement, looked at him with four eyes, but didn't say anything, and continued to cook his own dishes as if he didn't see it.

The little boy lowered his head and apologized to the young man, "I'm sorry, big brother, I won't touch things anymore!" ”

For the entire kitchen, the scene was like an insignificant little episode.

It didn't take long for the busy day to end, and everyone dispersed, and finally only Zheng Xuezhang and the little boy were left in the kitchen.

"Dad, my own knife is not easy to use, so I want to use the knife of the senior brother......" The little boy approached Zheng Xuezhang and explained with some hesitation.

"How many times have I told you, in the hotel, you are not allowed to call my dad!" Zheng Xuezhang glared at him fiercely.

The little boy finally couldn't stand the grievances and cried loudly: "You are not my own father at all!" You don't let me call you Dad, and you don't care if others bully me and beat me! ”

A trace of entanglement appeared on Zheng Xuezhang's face, but he soon became solemn again: "Being strict with you is for your own good!" Only in this way can you practice your cooking skills, if everyone else knows that you are my son, and only let you do light work, where can you still have the effect of exercise? ”

"But I don't want to learn to cook! The chef at home is either tracheitis or vasculitis, and the kitchen is full of dirty work, why do you have to let me learn to cook? I don't want to learn to cook, I want to learn to draw! The little boy cried out hoarsely.

"Do whatever you want!" Zheng Xuezhang was also furious......

……

"Cook, that's enough, I really don't want to watch it anymore......"

In front of Hao Xian, the black-haired boy just now has grown into a young man, and he is calling home in the rental house.

"Dad, I want to discuss something with you." The young man's expression was a little apprehensive.

"You say." On the other end of the phone, there was the same unsmiling voice as it had been back then.

"The catering market here in Guangzhou is very good, there are many people eating, the selling price is high, and the profit is large, I want to stay in Guangzhou, and I will definitely be able to make a difference!" The young man said with longing in his tone.

"No, you have to go back to Harbin! I asked you to go to Guangzhou to learn how to cook, to learn the strengths of other cuisines, you have to come back and make your own dishes! There was a fierce voice of opposition on the other end of the line.

"Dad, I know what you're thinking, you want me to go back and reopen Grandpa's True Taste House, but how many years ago was that? I don't want to be tied to my family's past history forever......"

"Shut up and do whatever you want!"

……

When Hao Xian traveled again, he felt that his perception of time was a little blurred.

He raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist......

Well? Wristwatch?

Hao Xian looked around and found that he no longer seemed to be in a state of soul, but sitting in the lobby of a restaurant, surrounded by the laughter of guests and the waiters shuttling back and forth, serving them tempting food.

"In 2000, I finally returned to Harbin to reopen this true flavor house, fulfilling the long-cherished wish of four generations of our Zheng family. Back then, I always didn't understand my dad and thought that I was probably not his own, which is why he was so strict with me. But when I really opened the real flavor house and recreated the dishes according to my grandfather's recipes, I realized a special sense of inheritance, and finally understood how much my father expected me at the beginning. ”

For Hao Xian, the man who was young a few seconds ago is now middle-aged, and he and Hao Xian are sitting at the same table, talking to the camera.

Hao Xian's eyes widened, and he finally stopped looking around.

Wristwatch...... Camera...... Am I back in the modern era?

This is the true taste house that will reappear in the future after a hundred years?