Chen Sanwei looked at Jiang Lin and cupped his hands in a request:
"Sir, may I see the younger generation of the Chen family?"
"Let me pass down the culinary skills that the Chen family has been inheriting for hundreds of years."
Jiang Lin raised an eyebrow: "You want to personally teach culinary skills?"
"That's quite rare."
"Most people, after death, their earthly affections gradually fade."
"After all, there is a distinction between life and death. Once one enters the ghost realm, neither side interferes with the other."
"Moreover, the Chen family's descendants are separated by hundreds of years."
"Yes."
"His journey this time is for the inheritance of these hundreds of years."
"For that bowl of authentic Chen family soup, it should not be allowed to decline."
Jiang Lin pondered for a moment and agreed.
"You may."
"The inheritance of hundreds of years, reappearing in the world."
"It's quite interesting to think about."
"I wonder what kind of impact it will have on the human world."
The viewers in the live stream room were already buzzing with excitement.
"Before, I always heard the elders say they were too ashamed to face their ancestors."
"Too ashamed to face so-and-so."
"I originally thought it was just talk, a form of psychological comfort."
"I didn't expect there to be such a thing as facing one's ancestors."
"This is truly the genuine culinary skill of the ancestors."
"Personally teaching? I'm starting to look forward to it! I'll definitely tune in!"
"Lincheng? I'm in the neighboring province, I'll definitely go!"
"I need to show this to my dad. If he doesn't work harder, he'll really be too ashamed to face his ancestors in the future."
"May your business prosper, good job upstairs!"
"Really."
"To be honest, I want to learn immortal cultivation, or at least some Qinggong."
"Aow aow aow aow aow!"
"If all of this can be passed down!!! My toes are trembling!"
In the room, Jiang Yue had already jumped up with excitement.
She had lamented a long time ago that if the emperor's three thousand concubines were to appear in modern times, they would absolutely be great goddesses!
Dancers, musicians, singers, embroiderers...
And actresses!
Were they not all exceptionally skilled?!
It was a complete waste to keep them in the harem!
And the intricate imperial culinary arts of ancient times...
A famous dish could sometimes take several months to prepare, just thinking about it made her salivate.
And also!
The martial arts of ancient times, the Jianghu!
Jiang Yue was beside herself with excitement.
If all of these could be passed down, a new era would begin!
"Ahem!"
Jiang Mom coughed and gestured for her daughter to quiet down.
"Can't you see the old man is sad? And you're jumping with joy."
Unexpectedly, her daughter's thoughts had returned, but she became even more excited.
Not only did she cry out,
She even rushed into the bedroom and happily went to her grandfather.
"Grandpa, Grandpa! Your soup has hope!"
Jiang Mom: "Who did this scatterbrain inherit this from?"
"Grandpa, look at this quickly!"
"In a little while, you'll have soup to drink, and it will be the most authentic Chen family soup!"
Jiang Yue excitedly shared with her grandfather, telling him about what had just happened in the live stream.
"It's like this and that..."
"So, after the ancestor of the Chen family passes down his culinary skills to his great-great-great-great-grandson, you'll be able to drink the soup again!"
"Grand- Grandpa?"
The chattering Jiang Yue stopped.
Because she noticed her grandfather's eyes widened, staring at the live stream, his breathing quickening.
In the live stream room, there was a scene from the underworld.
There was the soul of Chen Dahai, who had long since died.
There was also Chen Dahai's ancestor, and a Bai Wuchang.
Surrounding them was the Yellow Springs Road, and the other shore flowers...
A scene of souls embarking on their journey.
Jiang Yue looked at her grandfather's expression again and knew something was wrong.
"Mom, come quickly and look at Grandpa!"
"It's over, did I send Grandpa away directly?"
"I wonder if the streamer will show mercy when guiding souls?"
"After all,"
"This is all because of his live stream..."
While her mind was racing, her hands didn't stop.
"Hello, is this 120?"
Chen Jiaming had been acting strange lately.
Ever since his father passed away, he had been having dreams at night.
The key was that the person he dreamed of was not his father.
But someone who claimed to be his ancestor.
Saying he wanted to teach him how to make soup.
Chen Jiaming: "???"
"Make soup?"
"Funny, is there any future in making soup?"
"Look at his father, he guarded a small restaurant his whole life until he died."
"His father always babbled about how good Chen family soup was, but he never made a name for himself."
"There are so many great chefs online, if he just found one to learn from, wouldn't that be more promising than his father?"
Chen Jiaming didn't believe the dream, and after waking up, he immediately forgot about it.
"Hey, brother, are you learning to cook recently?"
A university roommate he hadn't contacted in a long time suddenly tagged him.
Chen Jiaming replied: "Yes, didn't I tell you when I graduated, Dad? I want to be a great chef, surpassing my father."
He wanted to let his father know that those old things were outdated.
Following trends was the right way.
"It's a pity Dad can't see it anymore."
University roommate: "[Excited] [Cheer up]"
University roommate: "Don't forget me then!"
Chen Jiaming: "???"
"Why are you so excited??"
But Chen Jiaming didn't expect this to be just the beginning.
Afterward, many more people suddenly called him, inexplicably cheering him on.
They also said not to forget them when he succeeded.
"???"
Chen Jiaming felt that these people were very strange.
When he said he wanted to be a great chef before, these people didn't seem so excited.
"Did they take the wrong medicine?"
Finally, he pieced together the information he received and realized it was all caused by a live stream.
"Daily Healing in the Underworld."
He had heard of this live stream before, especially since Cai Xing's incident was so famous.
However.
"I've heard of people sending dreams and summoning souls, but I've never heard of a streamer helping to pass down culinary skills."
"Culinary skills are not like sending dreams, where you just say a few words."
"That requires hands-on teaching, how can it be so simple?"
Chen Jiaming didn't believe it at all.
Although Cai Xing's incident caused a stir, as a peripheral figure, he was just watching the drama.
"Besides, if there really were ghosts and gods, why didn't my father come to me?"
"Didn't he claim his culinary skills were a hundred times better than mine?"
Chen Jiaming scoffed.
"As a person, instead of daydreaming, it's better to be down-to-earth."
Then, that night.
On the night of the seventh day.
Chen Jiaming's father came to visit.
Chen Jiaming: "My big mouth!"
"Dad, you're not really here to show off your culinary skills, are you?"
Chen Dahai was unusually silent tonight. "My culinary skills are not good..."
"You only know that now? I've told you long ago to keep up with the times, but you refused to believe it."
As soon as Chen Jiaming finished speaking, he heard his father continue:
"You should go learn from your ancestor. Be ambitious and carry forward the Chen family soup!"
"The most famous thing about the Chen family restaurant was that bowl of soup."
"But by his generation, the skills of the older generation had been almost lost."
"Huh?????"
Chen Jiaming was stunned.
"What's going on? What ancestor?"
His exclamation of "Huh" directly woke him up from his dream.
After waking up, he heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
Chen Sanwei.