(The background of this story is parallel to time and space, which is purely fictional and dangerous behavior, please do not imitate.) ）

The east wind blows and rains over the green mountains, but the grass is idle.

Xijing, an ancient city with a long history and cultural heritage, has also derived a rich and diverse food culture of Xijing people, and the consequence is that the competition in the catering industry has become extremely fierce.

In the pickled buns, cold skins, meat sandwich buns, Zhenzi noodles, mutton skewers, and the takeaway industry in Xijing, where the five heroes compete for hegemony, there is an ancestral takeaway restaurant that focuses on home-cooked stir-fried dishes, standing quietly under the ancient city wall.

As the current heir of this ancestral old takeaway restaurant, Zhang Mingchuan refused to use the mainstream cooking kits with low cost and convenient meals, and has always adhered to the ancestral cooking skills, maintaining the cooking method of cooking on demand like a big restaurant, and maintaining the last dignity of being a chef.

God has always been fair, and with the unremitting efforts of Zhang Mingchuan who did not forget his original intention, this century-old store was finally closed by the takeaway platform on the grounds of false operation because it had not issued a single takeaway order for a long time.

"Hey, is my insistence really wrong, is the cooking skills taught by grandpa really going to lose to cheap cooking and fast food!" Zhang Mingchuan, who was sitting on the chair, looked around at the small but neat shop and sighed deeply, the past gradually emerged in front of him, this small space carried all the memories of his ancestors and grandchildren.

At that time, Zhang Mingchuan's grandfather had just graduated from school, and when he was in high spirits, he left the restaurant where he was located in a fit of anger because of the defeat in the cooking duel, and returned to Xijing City to open this takeaway restaurant specializing in home-cooked food.

Grandpa Zhang, who is no longer bound by the restaurant sect, continues to break through himself in this small takeaway restaurant and tries to challenge the eight major cuisines.

At the same time, he also taught Zhang Mingchuan's father cooking skills in the kitchen converted into this inverted room, Zhang's father's talent is very good, but unfortunately there are unforeseen circumstances, and in the end, Grandpa Zhang can only send white-haired people to black-haired people.

waited until Zhang Mingchuan grew up, and his grandfather passed on his life's hard work to him without reservation.

In my memory, under the supervision of my grandfather, I completed the first vegetable selection, the first cut, the first spoon, and the first time to fry a plate of edible dishes.

Although Zhang Mingchuan is now alone, every time he is in this house, he feels that his grandfather is still by his side, which is why Zhang Mingchuan has always insisted on cooking by his own hands.

Zhang Mingchuan, who came to his senses, got up and walked through the weeping flower gate, and returned to the inner courtyard behind the shop, this courtyard house with three high-rise houses under the city wall, where Zhang Mingchuan's ancestors lived for generations, and the only thing that has not changed since the death of his parents.

The magnolia in the inner courtyard is in bloom, and the rich fragrance of magnolia wafts in the wind in the garden.

However, since the death of his parents, his grandfather has closed the backyard back cover room. Until his grandfather also died, Zhang Mingchuan was left alone in the huge courtyard, and he was used to living in the left wing, and he never moved to the main house, and even rarely set foot in it, so that except for the left wing of the inner courtyard where he lived all the year round, the other rooms were covered with dust.

"It's all over, and life is going to start all over again." Now that the takeaway restaurant in the front yard has been closed, Zhang Mingchuan is rarely in a relaxed mood to clean up this courtyard.

Starting from the courtyard, the eight-step corridor of copying hands, the west wing, the main room, and the left and right ear rooms, just after a simple dust removal, it has already taken Zhang Mingchuan a day's time.

For Zhang Mingchuan, who has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, staying in this room and cleaning it tomorrow can be said to be killing him, so he came to the dusty backyard with a long dusty body and opened the back cover room that no one had stepped into for many years.

Lighting up the lights in the back cover room, even if it is closed all year round, but the tightness of the old house that has experienced countless winds and rains is still a little worse, and the dust has already covered a thick layer inside.

The room is stacked with sundries accumulated over the years, and there are no precious objects such as gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, which are just some daily necessities, but these things can be said to be older than Zhang Mingchuan. Obviously, in this modern society, the back cover room of the Zhang family's compound has lost its function of providing accommodation space for the servants, and the back cover room in front of it has long become the utility room of the Zhang family.

Seeing some of the objects used in childhood, Zhang Mingchuan's mature face showed a trace of remembrance and sadness, facing these objects full of memories, Zhang Mingchuan carefully and carefully wiped them one by one, as if he could return to the past after wiping all the traces left by the years on it.

"It's all cleaned up at last." Even if he is engaged in high-intensity chef work all year round, he will inevitably be exhausted by such a large courtyard, which may be the reason why Zhang Mingchuan did not clean the entire courtyard in the past.

After finishing the cleaning of the room, it was already completely dark, and after looking at the electronic watch on his hand, it was already eleven forty o'clock in the evening, Zhang Mingchuan dragged his tired body to the door, and finally turned his head to look at the new room in front of him. After a day of intense activity, he just wanted to get a good night's sleep in bed.

As soon as Zhang Mingchuan turned off the electric light in the room, he saw a faint light emitting from the table top of the mahogany Eight Immortals table facing the door in the dark room, as if it was echoing the bright full moon in the sky tonight.

Zhang Mingchuan didn't notice this vision because the lights were always on before, but now that the lights are turned off, this faint light has begun to become eye-catching.

"Could it be that this wooden table is an ancestral treasure? There is also a glow-in-the-dark mode. Seeing this, Zhang Mingchuan's heart pounded, re-lit the lights in the room, walked to the Eight Immortals table, squatted down, and groped the bottom of the Eight Immortals Table.

Finally, when I touched the tooth board, I felt a gap in what should have been a smooth and complete board, and the glimmer just now was revealed from this gap.

"I remember that this mahogany Eight Immortals table is older than my father, and it seems that it has experienced the baptism of the years, so that this originally tightly knit dark grid has appeared this crack." Zhang Mingchuan pulled away the dark grid, only to see a palm-sized rectangular jade plaque lying in it, quietly emitting a faint light.

Zhang Mingchuan carefully took out the jade plaque and took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

Zhang Mingchuan slowly crossed the mark with his hand, and gradually outlined the direction of the texture in his mind, until the last stroke of the three words "Classic of Mountains and Seas" completely appeared in his mind.

Although Zhang Mingchuan is not familiar with jade jewelry, but looking at the white and flawless jade in front of him, as well as the uniform and dense feel when playing, even if he thinks about it with his toes, he knows that if this is auctioned on the market, it will definitely be a priceless treasure that makes people fight for their heads and blood.

Zhang Mingchuan knew that the husband was innocent and guilty, he didn't know that there was such a heavy treasure hidden in his home before, and he naturally lived freely, but now he found out that he would inevitably have a burst of worry in his heart.

Just when Zhang Mingchuan was thinking about whether he should sell this treasure jade, and then live a life of driving a sports car and living in a mansion to marry Bai Fumei's immortals, this Classic of Mountains and Seas suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and the whole jade plate turned into a white light and flew towards Zhang Mingchuan's chest.

Seeing this supernatural scene, Zhang Mingchuan subconsciously stretched out his hands to block it, but the speed of this white light was too fast, and before his hand could be withdrawn, the mountain and sea meridian jade plate had already quietly flown into his body.

Zhang Mingchuan suddenly felt as if he had suffered a heavy hammer, and then his eyes went black.

When I regained my sight, I saw that there was a white fog all around, and although my feet seemed to be stepping on the ground, I looked down and found that it was also a white fog like the surroundings.

The eyes are white, the visual range is just between an arm, and I can't tell the difference between heaven and earth for a while, and when I come back to my senses, I feel that I have entered the world of jade.

Taking a step cautiously, Zhang Mingchuan, who didn't know what to do next, simply walked in the direction of the front, except for his own heartbeat and breathing, no other sounds could be heard around, even if he was moving forward, there was no trace of footsteps.

The absolutely quiet environment made Zhang Mingchuan feel a little anxious before he took a few steps, although he didn't know the size of this jade world, but he kept hypnotizing himself that there should be a boundary in this place, believing that as long as he explored the whole place, there would always be a way out.

It's just that he has just walked less than thirty steps, and when he is distraught, he sees two abrupt doors appear in front of him, one is a jade door, and the other is also a jade door.

"There's a door! Since there is a door, I should be able to get out, although these two doors don't know where they lead, but as long as I can get out, even if the door is behind the apocalyptic world, I don't want to continue to be trapped in this confined space. Zhang Mingchuan, who was like grasping a life-saving straw, hurriedly ran to the door.

When Zhang Mingchuan's hand touched the door on the left, the scene of the old courtyard house in Xijing came to his mind. Zhang Mingchuan stretched out his hand and touched the door on the right again, and peaks with different styles began to appear in his heart, and paragraphs of text began to appear on these two doors.

"A knack of heaven and earth, the essence of everything. All gods come out from here, and go straight to the sky. ”

"The Gate of the Mystery Tree"

"The mountain of hooks has no grass and trees, and there are many sand and stones. It is a mountain, a hundred miles wide, and many fish. "It's shown on the door on the right

"Please use a perfect quality steamed fish to open the way home and regain the ancestral takeaway business." It is displayed on the door on the left.

Zhang Mingchuan looked at the changed words on the door, and couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart: "The jade plate hidden in the house is so magical, I rashly opened the dark grid and activated this miraculous thing, hoping that my grandfather's spirit in the sky can bless me." ”